tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50530638747405971.post-77172394854944713542007-11-21T12:01:00.000-06:002007-11-21T13:36:20.349-06:002007-11-21T13:36:20.349-06:00<div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V3iYnm7yizg/R0MhVrc7wXI/AAAAAAAAADI/eAdnYAVfgiI/s1600-h/Pictures-Becoming-Real-heroes-449818_500_282.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134984656457548146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_V3iYnm7yizg/R0MhVrc7wXI/AAAAAAAAADI/eAdnYAVfgiI/s320/Pictures-Becoming-Real-heroes-449818_500_282.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /><br /><p><font face="arial">It has happened. The day I've longed for, craved for, has arrived. The man in the horn-rimmed glasses is dead. And yet, I feel worse than ever.</font></p><br /><br /><p><font face="arial">I was wrong. Oh, how I was wrong! It turns out there are worse people in this world than him, greater evil threatening people like me and my darling Claire. </font></p><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V3iYnm7yizg/R0Mj57c7wYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ounukifaSbg/s1600-h/tombstone.jpg"><font face="arial"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134987478251061634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_V3iYnm7yizg/R0Mj57c7wYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ounukifaSbg/s320/tombstone.jpg" border="0" /></font></a><br /><br /><p><font face="arial">I feel trapped and overwhelmed. My plans are all for nothing! What good is a giant robot or an army of polar bears against a secret organization of untold resources? What good is my alien cunning and Claire's strength against inscruitable evil? Should I help Claire mourn her father, or should I at least take some pleasure in the fact that the man who tormented me is dead?</font></p><br /><br /><p><font face="arial">At least some good came about because of the day's events: Claire and I got to spend some one-on-one time in bed. Score! Gentlemen, I've said it before and I'll say it again--if you want a girl to fall in love with you, just humiliate her.</font></p><br /><br /><p><font face="arial">Er...That time that Claire and I humiliated Debbie doesn't count. That was a revenge humiliation, not an I-like-you humiliation. There's a subtle difference. </font></p></div>Westhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05183103128403640972noreply@blogger.com6