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I hate the universe.

The covert operation that I'd been assigned on Bad Horse's order was no doubt an immense success; however, as with many other operations in my history as a villain, not everything went according to plan. Not enough to screw up the intended goal, which was, as previously mentioned, achieved - but enough to make things suck.

On the plus side, I looked amazing.

On the negative side, I'm completely out of heist money. Here's lookin' at you, Wells Fargo!

On the super negative side, I hate the universe. I also hate arrogant douchebags with self-instigated book and toy contracts, not that I'm being too specific or anything because I highly doubt that certain people actually read my blog, even though they don't know what they're missing because I'm sure others find me absolutely enlightening.

Times like this, I just want to punch a kitten.

Too bad they're all cute and stuff.

Dammit.

- Dr. Horrible

Uhm.

Complete indifference. Cool apathy. Mmyep.

What in the hell am I doing?

Uhh, GPS is a little off for ... stuff, so ...

Oh man. I so can't blog right now. Later, sure. And don't worry, it'll be epic as per usual.

I just ...

I gotta get some sleep.

Goodnight, Los Angeles. Sorry about the Hollywood sign. I'm sure you'd understand.

Phase 2: Complete.

Hello, loyal readers, hello. I bet you were wondering what I'd been up to all of those days of uncharacteristic silence. I can see you asking yourself, "gee, why has Dr. Horrible been so quiet and unobtrusive? I bet he's up to some nefarious scheme that will alter life as we know it."

As you probably found out by last night's news broadcast all over the country, that was exactly what I was up to.

I got a lot of shiny new toys to play with this year. I understand they're fragile, though. Some are collectors. So don't worry. I'll take it slow. Why rush a beautiful thing, anyway?

Peace out! (And I really mean it.)
Dr. Horrible



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I have all the luck in the world.

Seriously. Professor Normal? So not invited to my villainous Christmas party. (This, as you can imagine, is considered a huge slap in the cyborg jaw among our circles. Parties are huge - a huge part of the evil subculture - so by not being permitted to partake in the festivities, I think Professor Normal should be hesitant to show his face at meetings. For, you know, a couple of days at least. Speaking of that face, I can't believe he hasn't finished his transformation. I mean, yeah, there was the addition of the bionic eyes, but it would have been a lot more impressive if one of them hadn't popped out and rolled across Bad Horse's dossier.)

Anyway, the reason I'm scorning him is because, as you can see, I'm not writing from my usual servers. Open source is cool and all; I can appreciate the sentiment behind it, but I'd much rather blog on my own turf. To have the advantage of the home ground. Not be at the mercy of some ... exceedingly fun yet frighteningly absorptive corporate machine.

THIS IS ALL NORMAL'S FAULT. I have like, at least a hundred safeguards and backups against server failure, but I guess there's really no safeguard against human ignorance.

"- yes, the power's all the way up. No, you don't need to hold it. I said you don't need to hold it. I SAID YOU DON'T NEED TO - AAAAGH, NOOOOO!"

Little did I know, his ears were a mechanical prototype.

I should have never agreed to host his Pampered Chef website. I mean, not only did I just set myself up for a critical server failure, but Pampered Chef? It just goes against everything I stand for. In a roundabout, metaphorical sort of way.

So, here I am, blogging on a pre-made template. Luckily I had all of my previous entries saved to an external hard disk that wasn't connected to the server chain - two, in fact, because you never know - and I'll probably be transferring the relevant ones over here as I see fit. The damage to the servers was pretty severe, and repairs have to be done by my hand due to the motherboard modifications I'd implemented in order to sync them up to various WMDs. I found an evil forum that lets you post the stats of your latest projects in weaponry. Granted, I think I'll always be a lurker just because of the questionable security of posting your junk's junk for the world to see and possibly defeat, but the idea of it is really neat. I've used a couple mods from the site myself. And no, don't even ask, I am not posting the URL. The last thing I need is to feel responsible for a n00b invasion to the darkest recesses of the internet. I don't want my research sites turning into, like, 4chan.

At any rate, I made a new friend yesterday. If by friend I mean horrifying, violent, fist-happy, constantly hormonal acquaintance, and you can guarantee that in this context, I do. Field trip to the courthouse, kind of random but all in all decently productive. Striking fear into the hearts of the masses is one of those treasured, incorruptible pastimes in which I can't indulge enough. Like hot apple cider on a cold winter's day.

We blew stuff up.

Snow showed up, too, though that's hardly worth mentioning. Except maybe for the part where I punched him out. I mean, it wasn't even intentional. It just happened that he ran into my fist. And almost broke it. It still aches, and there's a Johnny-jaw shaped bruise across my fingers. Whatever. "Inelegant, yet effective." I agree.

In retrospect, I would have liked to go in there with a plan, and maybe an exercise in subtlety, but I guess for what we were intending to accomplish, we made out pretty well. I still wish I would have grabbed the file cabinet while I had the chance. Cherry wood. It was cherry. Sophisticated, durable, and efficient. It would have been perfect for the office.

Well, there you have it. I don't know how long I'm going to be using this platform, but it'll probably be for a while. Speaking of, I should probably go and work on the servers. The first shipment in parts is scheduled to come in tomorrow morning, and I want to have everything ready for installation.

Always yours, always evil,
Dr. Horrible


ETA: BTW, new iPhone. It's still the same number. I don't know why I felt the need to mention it, unless someone in particular is among my readers, in which case I say HA. HA. Enterprising effort aside, I will never be defeated. Not even electronically.