One more thing about the Watchmen movie

At least I didn't have to hear any of the same sort of clueless asshole as when I saw "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" or "Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring".

I'd make a terrible supervillain

Because of inflicting mental cruelty on the superheroes.....

*superhero bursts through a wall of my secret lair*
Superhero: Your twisted plans stop now, you evil genius!
Me: You fool! Look what you've done!
Superhero: I've stopped your evil plans for....
Me: curing pancreatic cancer.
Superhero: Wait, what?
Me: You've ruined months of research and development. Months of it. Gone. Because you couldn't use a fucking door. There's one right over there.
Superhero: But I....
Me: What? Just because my lair is in a secret cavern underneath a dormant island volcano, that gives the right to bust in here and break thousands of dollars of equipment?
Superhero: But I....
Me: I mean, seriously, it's been months since I've even stepped off of this island. What the hell, man? Did you break all your other enemies or something?
Superhero: But you're evil....
Me: SO? That's your excuse? Yeah, I've threatened the world a few times, held the ozone layer hostage, and yes, technically, I was responsible for the computer virus that led to a second Bush term, but I apologized for that one! What have I done lately? Is research into cancer suddenly forbidden?
Superhero: I should go now...
Me: And who's going to pay for the medical treatment for all those henchmen? You? Ha! Your insurance probably won't touch it. I'm going to have to deal with my HMO. And you call me evil. Get out of my sight.

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So I'm reading old blog posts off of the Skippy List site when I come across the most amazing story ever.

Todd was the guy that when our Jack the Ripper got sick and needed to leave his scene to go puke, he jumped into the scene to take over while we found a replacement. Thing was, he was in a clown costume, but he still found a way to make it his scene. He stood over the fake dead hooker on the floor, with his pants around his ankles, and when people came by, he would yell, “This isn’t what it looks like. Someone killed my hooker. Call 911.”