E-mails only!

Ever since I first posted information on the Contrauniversal Ray, I've been getting crazy amounts of e-mail asking about specs, capabilities, charge times, whatever whatever from my readers. One in particular caught my eye, because it offered me a chance to share with you a certain connection into which we were not previously entered. I'll c/p.

To: Dr. Horrible
From: Louis Silvestro
Subject: Sample of your notes?
Date: March 1 2010

Dr. Horrible,

I'm currently taking a physics class (yes, I'm 33 and still in college) that deals with probable physics in the sci-fi universe. Since you (like a few of your predecessors) have developed weaponry that seems far beyond the technology of most institutions today, I was wondering if I could get a sample of your CR notes for educational purposes. (It doesn't have to be complete, just legible.) Thanks in advance!

Louis Silvestro
University of Nevada
Physics Dept.

You know what? I'm totally cool with that. Just like I'm cool with you being thirty-three and in college. (Although I kinda have to suggest maybe teaching yourself at this point? You'd probably do a better job than the professors.)

Anyway. Here's a picture of a completely chaotic portion of my earlier notes for the Contrauniversal Ray:



Hope that's enough! (If not, sorry. I can only divulge so much.)


- Dr. Horrible

Serendipitous progress, subsequent elation, and movies.

This is just a really quick post that I couldn't fit on twitter without breaking it (even though I did hypothetically break it by a Ramsey theory reference, not that I'm proud or anything - and not that I really consider my reference to be the reason for the subsequent super-capacious claim by the website itself), because I obviously need an outlet for my excitement.

The frame is finished, cured, and ready to take on the rest of the ray.

By the way, the movie The Incredibles? I will never derive equivalent joy from anything than I do from watching the climax. Syndrome is badass. I usually just stop watching there and pretend he didn't get sucked into a jet engine. Besides, who has time for movies, right?

Who has time for anything, anymore?

I'd much rather be working.<sup>1


1</sup> It sounds so much more convincing in text.

Captain Hammer, epic FAILURE.

Sometimes it's the little things. Like pulling off an especially complicated heist. Or, for instance, watching your nemesis fall on his ass on a freshly-waxed floor.

You didn't think I was there, did you? I was so there. Even getting punched in the face two hours later was worth it.

Special macro post for our hero friend, Captain Hammer! I'll start!





Go!

I don't think that word means what you think it means.

Went to the hardware store today. It was an innocent-enough run. (Come on, do you really think I steal everything? Chemicals and expensive energy cores are one thing, but a wire end brush? It's like, five bucks. Seriously.) Unfortunately, you run into all kinds of special people when you go to a store that mainly sells things with which you can fix other things. These people include, but are not limited to:

1) People who DIY
2) People who try DIY and then come back to the store to get the employees to fix their DIY
3) People who think they are the gods of the electric screwdriver
4) Aliens

Unfortunately, #4 did not show up, but #3 did, and he kept using the word "pneumatic" for everything. I'm not even joking. "Pneumatic" cables for a "pneumatic" this, it's a piece that'll go on a "pneumatic" whats-it. It's going to be pneumatic.

My theory? He was full of hot air.

But maybe that's just me.

This is fun.

Where am I, citizens of this nation? Where am I really?

I just saw an interesting bit on the news where Livewire and I destroyed an ammunitions warehouse along the Jersey border yesterday. Also yesterday: apparently I robbed a bank here, in my precious hometown.

Fun!

- Dr. Horrible

A plan, a great plan.

I was originally going to stick to twitter updates until I finished my blueprints, but I have fifty-eight pages of related equations and other figuring minutiae for just the spatial supply chamber of this thing, and I still haven't actually touched antimatter - figuratively, of course; I don't want to explode.

My eyeballs were starting to do that thing where they start to shake a little of their own volition, so I decided to cool it for a bit. Yeah, I know, I'm looking at words and it's probably going to make the condition worse in the end, but for some reason it feels different. Referring to my eyeballs, of course; blogging always feels the same.

Now that I actually have a viable means of assembling and creating the aforementioned piece of machinery, I feel confident enough in its eventual capabilities for destruction and psychological torment that I'm actually going to reveal its name to you:

The Contrauniversal Ray.

What it is, however, I'll only briefly touch upon. I can guarantee it is one of my most ambitious works: my Epic, my Magnum Opus. It is as of yet, anyway, at the tender age of thirty-one. It will take what you know and love and replace it with what you fear and loathe (good book btw - Thompson wasn't the best writer, but he knew what he was writing about) in the blink of an eye, with but a single clue shed from a sudden burst of visible light.

Ein jeder lernt nur was er lernen kann;
Doch der den Augenblick ergreift,
Das ist der rechte Mann.

It's gonna be sick. Very exciting.

Back to it!

The city grows on you.

Like a fungus. It ... eh. Okay, old simile. Old simile. But it's true. I mean, sure, the people here are more swarm-y and angry, but that just means that I can call them lichen instead.

Moving on.

Turns out our attack on the NYSE looked a lot bigger than it actually was. For reasons I'm not ready to reveal at this moment, I didn't exactly have time to crash the market. What? Time is money, even if the money is floating in some alternate dimension where decimal points are currency.

Anyway, here's an excerpt from one of many newscasts. It's kinda heartwarming, if you want to look at it that way:

February 5th, 2010
Associated Press (AP)
New York, NY

More than five years after that fatal attack on the Brooklyn Bridge, the supervillain Livewire has returned to torment the citizens of the Big Apple once more.

After she turned to focus her evildoing on the West Coast of the United States, the NYPD and press thought she was gone for good. But it appears that the city was too hasty in writing her off. Not only that, but this time: she has company.

Last night, the New York Stock Exchange was brutally terrorized, resulting in five deaths and damages of over $200,000. With Livewire, who pulled most of the punches, was the evil Dr. Horrible of Los Angeles fame.

Could this be the beginning of a national crisis? The NYPD and regional Guild of Good are investigating the matter. Hopefully, the solution will arise before the problem gets any worse.


Cool, right? I got a rep.

Awesomesauce.

Sadly, this is our last night here. Apparently we have plans, but I don't know what they are yet. Should be fun, anyway.


Yours,
Dr. Horrible