I Want To Wear.

Wayfarer Sunnies.

Take me back a year ago and I would have vehemently argued that the aviator sunglasses were the peak of sunglass engineering. Is is a perfect blend of history and functionality mixed with the garnish of fashion. (Not that I claim to know a thing about fashion). 

Thing is, I wanted to own something that World War II pilots wore when they were piloting their P-51 Mustangs over the Pacific. I wanted to own something that gave a fighter ace a slight advantage over the pilots of the Rising Sun. The aviator sunglasses were built for that purpose, the curved edge of the sunglass protected the eyes from the sun at every angle. 

It definitely worked for the World War II fly boys, and it still is in use by air force pilots today. I needed one. I walked into Sunglass Hut and tried on a Ray Bans aviators. I looked like a fly with an eyeball disease. Oh to the wells. 

But I need sunglasses! And far beyond it for me to look like Laurence Fishburne in the Matrix. I simply refuse to wear those little eye mudflaps. Or Wraparound Oakleys that would make me look like a wannabe hardcore climber. 

So I found the wayfarers. New sunglasses that took was created with new plastic moulding technology. Worn by JFK and Audrey Hepburn, it definitely is an iconic pair of sunglasses. Granted, it wasn't warn by General Douglas MacArthur, but still. JFK! 

And it looks nice too. So now I want a pair of wayfarer sunglasses and I have no money. 

Aye Aye Captn.

Right now, I'm thinking of dreadnought battleships armed from stern to bow. Grey iron plated, and intimidating. I wish I was a captain of on of those ships. Clothed in a spotless white uniform, pressed perfect and capped off with a captain's hat. 

I turn my head and nod to my Lieutenant. The lights in the command room is bathed in angry red.

The wooden floorboards jerk you off your feet. It is the guns firing shot after shot of artillery rounds that are two times the size of a man. They power through the air screaming through the sky before cascading and penetrating through the timber floor boards of an enemy cruiser. The steel cap strikes at gunpowder laden magazines and a ballistic, bassy crack rips the ship into two. 

Rights. Back to work.  HELLO ASSIGNMENT.