2 March 2002 - poor imagination

A poor imagination is the only thing standing between me and, you know, whatever it is I haven’t thought of yet. That’s why I consider my many accomplishments so valuable:

I could hit the broad side of a barn, but I might bruise my knuckles.
I did put my money where my mouth is, but then I spit it out.
I have always stood up for myself, without even a walking stick.