The dark power of the prank...

The comments about this prank segue from "ha ha" through Godwin Land to a level of hysteria that a cheap five minute prank doesn't begin to explain.

I am of course a professional supervillain myself, and even I wasn't able to stomach reading all NINE PAGES of flames.

Can one of you professional comic artist defenders explain just what was so dire and evil about it. I mean, really, I could use the tips. Should I prank the Flash instead of siccing my hypervibrating superleeches on him?

What's your email address again...?

So here I am again.

I forgot my password here, and so I went to blogger, hit the "recover password" button, and off it went sending mail to... who knows where. I never saw it.

So I turned around and checked my spam folders, and my spammer breeding ponds, and the leechmobile, and even looked under the couch I never move since the time Lex Luthor lost the drinking game with Brainiac. that's mostly what took me this long, I kept putting it off... for a supervillian the fellow can be awful dumb. You DON'T get into a drinking game with an android.

I survived. And either the bottle city of Kandor has a new suburb, or Luthor's "spillage" has forced a whole new level of evolution on the dust mites.

But leaving that aside, I finally had to go and set a sniffer on my mailserver to catch the packets from Blogger before they went into my mail system. I have no idea what I was thinking when I set up this account, but I found the address they use, and here I am... back again.

I didn't know Sprint could do this...

I really could have used this feature when I was escaping from the Good Guys flying fortress last year. Is it new?

No, come to think of it, I was on T-Mobile.

Legions of Terror

It's amazing how hard it is to recruit legions of terror when you live in a swamp. Especially when you're looking for sidekicks with real super powers instead of mere henchmen. I tried the henchmen schtick, equipped them with leech-enhanced weapons, and what happened? The Good Guys just take the leechbeam guns away and use them to bring me to what they call "justice"!

Is that fair?

Well, I guess it is in an ironic sort of way. But I'm going to do better, this time. Got one good candidate, interviewed well, and no goodie-two-shoes hero is gonna extract his spleen or wooba gland and use it on me, no sir.

The voices in my head.

Dear Diary: it's been a while since I wrote to you, and there's so much to tell.

I discovered that leeches provide excellent lubricant for slipping untracably out of tracking cuffs, thanks to my slight build and delicate bone structure. The fractures in my ankle bones are healing nicely, and I hear that do-gooder Termiteman was halfway to Patagonia before he managed to break out of the shipping crate.

While I was in the Good Guys flying prison, my new cannibal maintainance leeches eliminated the termites in my secret lair, and provided a useful object lesson to any others of my elite guards who might decide to accept a bribe from a Hero or even a competing criminal mastermind.

Life is good.