I was conflicted about Friday’s shirt and what it meant to this blog. Somewhere in the deepest recesses of the normal mind, Friday’s shirt provided a dim light of hope. That light was faintly flickering with the thought that maybe Paul was capable and willing to return to a normal sense of attire that he had not experienced since the 1970’s. As the flame of hope slowly highlighted the face of my despair and concern for the future of this blog, it erupted into an inferno consuming all thoughts of normality with today’s fashion statement of a shirt. So with my concerns forever charred, I am gleefully looking forward to tomorrow’s ensemble.Jason hit this shirt on the head with his thoughts of engineering paper. I really wish I had thought of that! My first thought, however, was of Colonel Steve Austin. I do not even know where the thought came from, but I found myself thinking, “We can rebuild it. We have the technology” You almost need to have some sound effect in your head when you look at Paul’s shirt or I am convinced that you will sacrifice at least a few brain cells. My new sound effect is the “tw tw tw” sound from The Six Million Dollar Man. Notice I said new sound effect (yes I have be thwarting the degenerative nature of Paul’s shirt for awhile). My old sound effect was Bill Cosby’s sound effect for his go-cart: “nah nah nah nah …nah!” I just realized how poorly sound carries through the digital medium, so go listen…..it is much better. But I diverge, back to rebuilding of the shirt. After thinking that thought through to its ultimate death spiral, I realized just how futile that prospect is. These shirts have very little upside in their future. Maybe a Halloween custom here, a rag there, or even a kid’s club house flag to warn the girls away, but they have ceased being productive ingredients in today’s society….except to fuel this blog!