Thursday, November 17, 2011
The Keene Act & YOU (1977)
Still one of my favorites.
Labels:
creepy nightmare type stuff,
Meta Villain,
RLSH,
RLSV
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Demoted :(
Well hell... looks like I have been demoted.
A few days ago I was summoned by our glorious leader The Potentate to go over my expense account.
Normally this is handled via electronic communication, but the big man wanted some "face time" so to speak... I don't even know where to look at him.. his head is nothing but volcanic gas. I was not too concerned as going to ROACH head quarter's is always a good place to re-up my arsenal of cheap ball point pens and copy paper.
After making my way down like a million hallways (that all look the same with no markings what so ever) I made it to the Sanctum Sanctorum. This was not good as everyone was in there waiting for me... even that guy with the toilet paper on his head.
I was accused of being in violation of 15 acts under the ROACH charter with the most hanus crime being aiding and abetting in Real Life Superhero activities. I was all like "What no way I hate those guys" and they were all like "Yes way we have evidence and stuff." The proceedings were really long and boring, using lot's of big words that I had no clue as to there meaning. Apparently being chummy and pals with Capes does not make you have a reputation to be "feared".
The only thing I could bring to my defense was a 15 minute interpretational dance about the balance of power done to Abba's Dancing Queen. I had felt I was winning them over as they all started clapping and forming a circle around me just like that scene in that Kevin Bacon movie Tremors.... I was wrong... out came the Nerf baseball bats. If the choice is Nerf or nothing... I would rather take the nothing thank you! This experience is beyond description.. well beyond a description of orange covered Nerf bats beating the ever loving tar out of me.
I have now been moved to a smaller office with no window, my wonderful floating hover chair has been replaced with a broken plastic molded office chair from the 1960's , and I no longer have access to the Class Three lounge... which really sucks due to the fact it is the only place that offers Diet Cherry Dr. Pepper.
Oh well in the end I guess it was better to have loved and gotten wailed on by Nerf then to have lost... or something like that.
-Poop Knife
Meta Villain Class Two
A few days ago I was summoned by our glorious leader The Potentate to go over my expense account.
Normally this is handled via electronic communication, but the big man wanted some "face time" so to speak... I don't even know where to look at him.. his head is nothing but volcanic gas. I was not too concerned as going to ROACH head quarter's is always a good place to re-up my arsenal of cheap ball point pens and copy paper.
After making my way down like a million hallways (that all look the same with no markings what so ever) I made it to the Sanctum Sanctorum. This was not good as everyone was in there waiting for me... even that guy with the toilet paper on his head.
I was accused of being in violation of 15 acts under the ROACH charter with the most hanus crime being aiding and abetting in Real Life Superhero activities. I was all like "What no way I hate those guys" and they were all like "Yes way we have evidence and stuff." The proceedings were really long and boring, using lot's of big words that I had no clue as to there meaning. Apparently being chummy and pals with Capes does not make you have a reputation to be "feared".
The only thing I could bring to my defense was a 15 minute interpretational dance about the balance of power done to Abba's Dancing Queen. I had felt I was winning them over as they all started clapping and forming a circle around me just like that scene in that Kevin Bacon movie Tremors.... I was wrong... out came the Nerf baseball bats. If the choice is Nerf or nothing... I would rather take the nothing thank you! This experience is beyond description.. well beyond a description of orange covered Nerf bats beating the ever loving tar out of me.
I have now been moved to a smaller office with no window, my wonderful floating hover chair has been replaced with a broken plastic molded office chair from the 1960's , and I no longer have access to the Class Three lounge... which really sucks due to the fact it is the only place that offers Diet Cherry Dr. Pepper.
Oh well in the end I guess it was better to have loved and gotten wailed on by Nerf then to have lost... or something like that.
-Poop Knife
Meta Villain Class Two
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