Before I begin this column, I would just like to say thank God for police chiefs who can sing and dance.

Those of you are not chuckling or having an outright laughing fit obviously didn’t attend Random Act of Theater’s production of Seussical the Musical last week.

Both the cast and the group of people who attended the show over three days were representative of the many great things about Selma.

People with extraordinary musical talent and people who are, umm, not so experienced combined to put on an entertaining show that anyone could love.

And I know that’s true because people from every part of the city laughed, cried and participated in the show in some small way.

It almost makes me forget about all the negative and strange stuff that’s happening in the world.

Like Brooke Burke beating Warren Sapp on “Dancing with the Stars.” What’s up with that?

If it’s a choice between a pretty face with a tan and a fat, ex-NFL player, the fat guy wins every time.

Wait, that sounded wrong in a couple of ways.

Anyway, I know it wasn’t the most graceful thing to watch, but you have to give the guy points for hustle. I never actually enjoyed the rear camera views of Sapp in a three-point stance while he was playing, but I always appreciated his effort.

Hmm, yet another example of how I should choose my words wisely.

And now I hear that traces of melamine have been found in samples of instant baby formula in the United States.

I don’t have babies, but if I did, try and guess if I’d be a little ticked off right now. Just a little bit. And if it took you more than three seconds to figure that out, there’s something wrong with you.

Melamine is used in Chinese instant formula, a chemical that has been blamed for killing three babies and making 50,000 more ill.

I’m not that educated on this subject, but I figure baby formula should be pretty simple. Mater of fact, it shouldn’t be much of a formula at all.

If it’s not breast milk, it should be some watered down dairy product with vitamins mixed in. I’m sorry if I’m wrong, but I live a simplified life, and besides that, I’m a guy.

I would wear the same jeans seven days in a row if I thought I could get away with it.

And now for the grand finale. The stock market numbers have been creeping up slowly, and president-elect Barack Obama has named the head of his newly formed board of economic advisers.

I’m kinda excited, I guess. Neither my conscience nor my bank account have responded the way I would like to, so I think I need to give it a little more time.

They say the proof is in the pudding, and right now the economy is still flour, milk and sugar sitting on the counter.

Oh, and my absolute favorite — astronauts trying to turn urine into drinkable water. I’m calling NASA out on this one because I had that idea in the fourth grade. Of course, I didn’t have all that fancy equipment and a willing sample group. But I got a fairly memorable butt whooping from my mother.

I guess the point I’m trying to make in all this is we should all enjoy life and everything that comes with it.

Enjoy the people around you. Pick them up when they trip over their own feet, and then laugh uncontrollably when you realize they’re OK.

And if you see a police chief with a painted mustache, tell him you think he stole the show.