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.

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!

This apple is huge!

In NYC on business. I assure you it's important. Was accosted before we even left the airport. Whoops, gave away the we. Ahaha ... anyway, I'm sure it'll happen again. The accosting, I mean. When people here aren't trying to outright ignore you (blissful), they're all up in your face like, "hey, I'm taking your money."

Too bad I'm keeping a low profile; I'd show them what's up, Horrible-style.

On the way to a fancy hotel. Of course I can't say which one. Just know that it's in NY and gives a fantastic view of the city.

You know what? I'm going to use expensive and ridiculous aromatherapy bath products and have an overly extravagant drink named after an obscure Eastern European nobleman. (Note: if said drink does not exist, I will create it using my natural chemist's intuition.)

Also, though I admit I'm extremely knowledgeable, I always try to learn something new every day. Today was no exception.


It's snowing! How cool is that?

Ah, we're here! Catch you later!

(btw, my old Twitter is no longer functional - great time for it to happen, not - so those who were following me previously can now follow my tweets at http://twitter.com/ahorribledoctor.)


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I think there are several things I need to re-evaluate. I'm going to acknowledge all of this as a setback. One enormous, terrible, yet completely surmountable setback.

Highlights!
a) the Hammercycle was totally crushed
b) the entirety of California was under ELE control for 20.44 seconds, which beats out Mister Maniacal's 1986 reign by .92 seconds
c) I am still alive and (relatively, though I don't want to talk about it) uncharred, which puts me ahead of Mister Maniacal on (count them) two vital points
d) the look on Hammer's face when the Hammercycle was totally crushed

I'm sure there are more, but I have a headache atm and should probably lay down. Maybe do some subconscious soul-searching. It's funny in an extremely unfunny way - having a lot to think about when the last thing you want to do is think.

In the meantime, I'm at a motel while my apartment (the living part, not the lab - thank you very much) sustains restoration efforts, making soup, tending wounds, deliberating on a new plan, etc etc, moving on ...



Yours,
Dr. Horrible


P.S. Pretty sure I'm just going to get a new car. I like being subtle.

What.

So, apparently, the GPS signal is offline. How can three satellites get thrown off course by space junk in one ... never mind. Forget it. The toys are on the shelf for an undetermined amount of time, so to speak, and Phase 3 is down to 85 percent. Which, naturally, pisses me off indescribably, but hey. These things take time, we hit snags, but it'll all be back up and running soon, so don't you fret your boggled little heads about it.

Rather, in the interim, go have fun with your friends and family. Consider this a gift from me to you: a small reprieve from the fear of being controlled by an evil genius. I know. Thoughtful, right?

While I work on reprogramming you, I've also been anticipating a lovely little expedition in espionage, the whereabouts and purpose of which I'm going to leave open for interpretation. After all, what kind of spy gives everything away? A bad one, that's what.

Catch you on the flipside (and no, I'm not telling you where that is, either),
Dr. Horrible

Better at banks, better at eBay.

So the philosophy goes. I'm sure it's a philosophy somewhere. It's natural fact, anyway; the more banks you rob, the better you get at robbing banks. The better you get at robbing banks, the more money you're able to procure. The more money you procure, the more you have to spend on the World Wide Web.

Fact: I have a lot of radium. Like, way more than what's in a pile of clocks, smoke detectors, and luminescent paint.

How did I manage to capture such a find? Creative Google searches. What a lot of people don't know is that Google is, behind that light, colorful exterior, very sympathetic to the plights of supervillains.

Go ahead. Type "google hacks" into your browser. It's fun, really, if totally old meme. But wait until you've finished reading this entry.

Don't worry. I won't be long. Mostly, I just wanted to let you all know that I've become an entrepreneur. That's all. More details later. In the meantime, I got my inbox up and running - partially - so I'll finally be able to respond to your e-mails. Not tonight, though. Tonight, I'm going to get some well-deserved rest. It's been a crazy week.

Okay, you can go Google now.

Always yours, always evil,
Dr. Horrible

ETA: Still not sure about that signature. It sounds contrived. I want something that implies a - a long-lasting - well, more than a cameo-type relationship with you, my readers, because without you, I would not be as destructive and diabolical as I am today. Anyway, if you have any suggestions for cool signatures, comment with them.

ETA2: Rereading HP, Deathly Hallows, mostly to do some scholarly scouring for actual content. Man, if Rowling were a villainess, she would be unstoppable. I was almost halfway through the book before I re-realized that she hadn't actually come up with a plot for it. AMAZING. Also: I have adverb poisoning. Please to be bringing me some Carlyle. Thx.