I don’t know….mixed.

Maybe it’s the Malcolm in the middle being about moving. Maybe father’s day. Maybe not. Evaluating…

I think it’s a combination of multiple things. bypassing.

*thinking about my sweetie lounging in the tub, then curling up in bed to sleep soft dreams. Ah. Much better.

That missile base has me thinking…what a great lair! I think it’d be a great place to run mission control from.

A nice informational article follows.

How to be a Super hero

The first step in becoming a super hero is to acquire superpowers, duh. But like many things in life, this is not as easy as it would first appear. There are many methods that have been used throughout the ages, some good…some not so good. Here are but a few of the most popular:

1) Exposure to Radiation
A very popular way to acquire superhuman abilities is to goof around with cosmic rays, gamma rays and assorted radioactive creatures. If you get bitten by a radioactive animal, you’ll gain that animal’s abilities. Cool if said critter is a spider, bat or tiger. Getting bitten by a radioactive mallard or koala is nowhere near as cool and should be avoided whenever possible. (But maybe you’d get cool cuteness/eucalyptus eating powers from a koala?)

2) Weird Science
Super-serums, fringe medical experimentation and the ever-popular “highly-unstable molecular solution” dunking booth. Yup. That’s some good stuff. Of course, it helps if you yourself are the mad genius or else you might wind up as a two-headed freak of nature with a cable descrambler permanently grafted to your backside.

3) Extra-terrestrial Birth
Granted, not an option available to most of us, but this is a sure-fire way of acquiring all sorts of cool powers. I think many of the residents of Fort Lauderdale might be from Outer Space…

4) That whole “Vengeance” thing
There’s a quote by Neal Stephenson from his book, “Snow Crash” about how to be the baddest dude in the world. One of the options is to have your family wiped out by a villainous drug cartel and then spend the next seven years training in a remote monastery waiting for the day that you can exact your revenge. Me? I’m not into it, especially the whole, “Vengeance from beyond the grave” angle but that’s just me…I think that you’re more likely to look the “Spawn” than “The Crow.”

5) Gadgets!
Kinda like the Weird Science method, but rather than become a hideously mutated freak, you have access to all kinds of cool “Sharper Image” catalog wares…like, ummm…radio-controlled Mylar blimps and gigantic crossword puzzles and life-size Stormtrooper replicas. Okay, maybe not great for crime fighting, but an easy way out if you’ve got a good line of credit.

6) Lots of training and self-discipline
Okay, this method is no good for me. The pros are that you won’t have some weird vulnerability that can be exploited, you don’t have to worry about ever losing your powers if someone steals your “space ring,” and gaining superhuman abilities through sheer amounts of physical and mental conditioning is within the grasp of every man, woman and child alive on this planet. The cons are the fact that it’s REALLY a LOT of work and your “super powers” will be limited to being able to move a sofa bed by yourself. Yay.

Like I said, there are tons of other methods…but regardless, once you’ve gotten your cool powers you’re gonna need to create a “super hero identity” — basically a flattering costume and a catchy name.

Spandex and lycra are only options if you are a fantastically well-proportioned woman *or* “fabulous” (not that there’s anything wrong with that). Leather is stylish and protective…but it’s also very hot.

I recommend the “business-casual” attire of the super hero world: some sturdy boots, black pants, a t-shirt with your logo or whatever on it, fingerless gloves and a domino mask (like the one Zorro wears). Simple, economical…and it breathes! Of course, if you’re “Arctic Lad” you might do better in a parka and mukluks. An important note: Capes are hard to pull off…but they do make a flashy and stylish statement.

Choosing a name is VERY important, if only to help those newspaper people write eye-catching headlines about your exploits (“White Witch Snatches Snitch!” “King Cobra Sinks Fangs into Underworld!”). I mean, calling yourself “The Squid” is just gonna get you laughed at. Some say that super hero superlatives and titles (Captain, Doctor, Amazing, etc.) are old- fashioned and out of date but in these cynical times, I feel that a good superlative can really bring a concept together. The Squid = bad name. The Sensational Squid = still a bad name, but not AS bad.

Top secret bases: It helps to be a multi-millionaire but you can always set-up your studio apartment as a headquarters (or form a super hero team for that whole co-op arrangement…quite handy for the hero on a budget as someone else on the team is bound to have a blender or DVD player). Anyway, all you really need is Internet access, a telephone, a television and (optionally) a police scanner. Cover your walls with aluminum foil for that hi-tech, space-age look!

Transportation is an issue for the non-speedster/flyer/teleporter characters…very few superheroes take the bus (well, I did for awhile but I made it look cool!). Oh, and if you ARE joining (or forming) a super hero team, matching costumes are very “in” this year (what with all the X-Men movie hoopla). As always, a cool name does wonders for the team’s image.

Personally, if I join a super-team, I’m going to be CIO. Surf the net, run the Troubalert, and let other folks beat on each other. Maybe be the lovable non-powered guy, offering unprofessional, but wise council to the other heroes?

I want this as my new home! coool.

a *steal* at 1.7 mil.

playing the lemming game. I saw daizee do this a while back.

7 things you are afraid of:
1. random, careless people.
2. Newt getting out of the apartment, and being smooshed by a car
3. hurting the ones I love
4. going to jail
5. being feared
6. not being able to help
7. getting senile, losing my faculties
Continue reading my turn. →

Home. Feh.

I hate leaving the house for one measly item, then returning.

Ah well.

Tomorrow is Kevin’s Sister’s Birthday!

*runs in a circle waving arms* How could I forget!

Well, off to circuit city I go, to get her a gift certificate! D’oh!

So much for staying in all day… my silly outlook reminders! Right ni the middle of a good part of The Stand, too.

Spongebob toys at burger king!

they have a rolling, glow in the dark Gary-snail!
a spastic squidward in the tub!
an even more spazzy sandy squirty thing

the patrick is cute, just because it’s patrick. 🙂

the cooker and the kelp plunge,however are just dippy.

http://www.burgerking.com/equity/spongebob/noflash/toys.html

Thank you for the freaky/weird link of the day –

http://www.funeral-cast.com

you can watch strangers’ funerals live and in streaming video.

That’s bound to get all sorts of nosy and/or goth traffic… and I’m fascinated too. Gah, what a nosey booger people watcher I am.

I just added my local weather to my bio page… just for the heck of it. (I worry that it’s starting to suffer form the NASCAR effect.. all the little bannery things…but I like ’em.

Ack! flash flood warning for Maryland, the lusby area… All you calvert folks, be on the lookout, and careful!!

got my laundry done, picked up fresh sand and food for the baby, but I’m feeling wayyy to lazy to clean the apartment.

Ahh… fresh clothes and bedding, and soon, fresh me. (I took a shower before I left, but I could do with another.. and step into some lovely clean things.

be careful of filtered posts! thank to for noticing what I thought was a privateish post. looks like brad’s getting stuff jumbled a bit today.

I made another contact today at the laundry… I’m going to look at an apartment that’s one block away form my current one. 🙂 that’d be sweet… all my shopping, bussing, and so on would still be all laid out for me. (I still hope I get the biggish one… room is a wonderful thing)

slaver SLAV-ur; SLAY-vur, intransitive verb:
To slobber; to drool.

noun:
Saliva drooling from the mouth.

Slaver is probably of Scandinavian origin, perhaps ultimately from Old Norse slafra.

Happy Birthday

*hug*

Emil took the harsh, splintered, chipped, cracked stake in his filthy, grimy, putrid, stagnant, foul hand positioning it over the gray, oily, petroliferous, buttery, cold heart of the blood-thirsty, undead, freeloading, mooching fiend lying dormant within the silent, silk-lined, expensive-looking casket that lay on the dusty, sooty, smudged, grubby, smelly platform in the middle of the dark, shadowy, dark, musty catacombs surrounded by slimy, stinky, furry rats that crawled over the brittle, frail, inelastic, dry, silent bones of the poor, sorry, stupid, insipid, vapid, tedious victims of the blood-thirsty, undead fiend like pukey, squishy, pulpous, sloppy, slickened entrails pulled from the wet, fetid, rank, gross insides of some old, decayed, deteriorated, hoary, worn collection of malodorous, worsening, foul, stinking corpses.

“Take that, you icky, stupid, yucky, dumb-ass vampire!” he cried.

Big, large, huge, monstrous, mammoth sprays of crimson, red, wet, sticky, sanguineous blood fountained up as the hard, pointy, spiky, sharp stake struck home.

“Ow! Stop that!” replied the fiend, unctuously.