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Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Mind Supression 01

Connors wants to propose marriage to Mona, but Debbie said that he really should talk to her parents first. One problem is that Her dad is on a tropical island somewhere foiling some mad genius' plot to drain all the world's natural resources. With the help of Kara and her background in government espionage, he found the island where Mona's dad is and then asked him if he could ask his daughter to marry him.

Meanwhile Jim is having a hard time trying to tell his patient that his sidekick died, because a single shock would be fatal to his heart.

Meanwhile, Sci-fly is being threatened by a serial killer who kills insect-themed superheroes named "The Exterminator", and Stacey Liberty meets a retired old nemesis of the former former Stacey Liberty, her grandmother, and falls in love with his grandson, who might or might not be a supervillain.

Meanwhile Thundermine and Elastinaut is outraged when they found out that nobody ever heard about them.

It's night. My head can't sleep. I was doing great, but now my head just keeps throbbing on itself. I never asked for this, but now I can't seem to leave it even though the opportunity opened up big time. My head still can't sleep. Sometimes wish I have my own webcomic where I can pour all of this into, but I don't. I wish I could leave it, and I actually could, but for some reason my head is telling me to not leave it. I think that's what it does to people. It's like a parasite in my brain. That would be an awesome plot for my webcomic. what the hell am I typing I should be sleeping. I can sleep now, but I just don't feel like it. I seem to be typing in order to supress a winged superhero and a secret agent fighting ninjas in a tropical island in my mind, and it doesn't seem to work. I got all sorts of things happening in my mind right now, but I'm not good with words as much as I'm good with pictures. I wish I have a picture scanner. I think there's a place that'll let you use them to store images on your USB, but I just never made the effort to actually go there. Will i please stop typing now? No, typing is working, I can almost feel my mind sleeping. No, wait, it's waking up again dammit. I'm now thinking about a man who is trapped in a space station and built robot companions to stave off space madness. I think it's because I've been watching MST3K. Or maybe because I've been thinking about something else.

Monday, September 14, 2009

I wrote a song while walking home from college:

I woke up from my cryogenic sleep
Oh, a slumber so deep
With some secrets to keep
The first step was a giant leap
The learning curve was steep
An no one gives a bleep

'cause who gives a rat's ass about the newbie?
He's a level one, a failure-to-be
Who gives a crap about Mr. Green?
He has never endured all the horrors we've seen

I kind of see myself as Marty McFly
When that woman said 'hi'
A bored look in her eye
She told me that my fate is locked
Of course, I was shocked
I ran without telling why

I managed to escape that twisted place
My old life is erased
The world's got a new face
I met a man made out of metal
Like the skin of a kettle
With a death to settle

And who gives a rat's ass about the newbie?
He's a level one, a failure-to-be
Who gives a crap about Mr. Green?
He has never endured all the horrors we've seen

I fled into a place full of faces
Of all kinds of races
Trapped inside glass cases
I met a man who has my DNA
With a shade of gray
And a cosmic sleigh

With his help, I escaped Johnny law
Using pitch, roll and yaw
Now my future is raw
The gray man let the woman steer
He gave me a career
In the final frontier

And he gave a rat's ass about the newbie
Like he's number one, a hero-to-be
He gave a crap about Mr. Green
Though he'll later endure even worse tragedy