As some of you may be aware there is a new Indiana Jones movie coming out tonight. Because of this I’ve gone back and been watching the first three movies, to gear up and get my head in the right place. And in the movies, Indiana Jones is an archaeologist who travels the world having all sorts of adventures, many involving Nazi’s.
But the thing is, I’m not sure that real archaeology is that exciting. From what I’ve seen on TV, it is a lot of sitting out in the backing sun, surrounded by a fruity little grid of string, patiently scraping and dusting off crap that, honestly, no one cares about. There are no Nazis. No mysterious arcane artifacts. There are bugs and heat exhaustion.
This got me thinking. Maybe there is a great story, or four, waiting to be made about me. Not me exactly, but follow me. My job is horrendously boring. I sit in an office poking made up words around a screen for 40 hours a week, hoping that some combination of those words would make something incredibly mundane happen. Right now, for example, the words I’m poking around are supposed to allow people to evaluate various deans and stuff, and if they do this, they get a coupon for a free small soda.
What if instead, though, I was working on something that would allow some ancient secret of the ancients to be unleashed on the world. And in the process I get to travel all over the place, killing Nazis. Wouldn’t that be way better?
I think I’m going to get to work on making that happen now.