Below are the 5 most recent journal entries recorded in Millen's LiveJournal:

Wednesday, January 19th, 2005
10:36 pm	You're smart... right? The neighbor that obsesses over our towns resident walking lawsuit came by this afternoon. She brought with her a picnic basket and asked if I would like to eat with her on the roof of the building. What the? Ok... Sure. Lemme make sure there are no hidden cameras around for comedic value. Nope. None that I can see. We have a great time. Actual good conversation, I'm carefully avoiding any superhero mention, I think she was too, but it was nice. Right before we go into our respective apts, she asks if I could come over to her apt for a moment. "Wow!" I think, "I have been a bit lonely, she's cute and we're both adults." As I walk in, I realize WHY she was so nice, with the picnic and all. Strewn across the floor are computer boxes, discs and manuals. She then asks me, in a very nice way, if I would help her finish setting it up. And I, like the complete git that I am, say yes. Fast forward 5 hours. Computer is put together. I'm stressed out. She thanks me nicely, then informs me that I should probably leave, since, "We don't want the neighbors to get the wrong idea." Oh. Thank you. Thank you very ****ing much. In honor of this wonderous occasion, I have written poetry. Oh, damsel in distress your machine, a mess, has left you in a sorry state. And I, bespeckled nerd, outside your standard herd am capable of giving you a clean slate. Forsooth and some such full of myself a tad too much While capable, I sadly hesitate The moment goes by, your machine, it will die And still you call a computer mate. Bah. Current Mood: crushed Current Music: Something Loud, Something Angry (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, December 27th, 2004
8:33 pm	Xmas Trophy So, I went home for the holidays, "Yes Mother, I am trying to find a nice girl. No, I don't know why I can't find one." The holidays alone are always bitter and cold. The beggining of the month was my lotto draw for "charity" work. These poor people can't afford superhero/supervillan insurance. I'm just glad I dodged the rampaging chimpandillo's upcoming horde of cases. It's always a downer when you can do nothing. I generally end up taking my clients out to lunch. They've lost their homes, the least I can do is pick up a fast food bill for them. On a plus note however, G.N.A.T. sent me an information packet full of useless information. While some of it is of a slightly secretive nature, the basic details are that they collect data about superheros/villains weaknesses in the hopes that it will never be used. For instance, a useless fact is that Heroman is not photosynthetic. Great, a multi-million dollar secret society tells me that the top hero is not a plant. Also breaking news, Diva dislikes the taste of rhubarb. They're trying to WOW me with the amazing list of never revealed secrets of superheros. They're totally serious about stopping the injustices and abuses of the current regime so perhaps I should listen and learn what I can. And while I'm still learning, I keep the library. (Comment on this)
Friday, November 19th, 2004
7:01 pm	Donatio mortis causa So the head of G.N.A.T. sent me his personal library. I'm not going to complain. Every published work that has vanished under the thumb of ws_foundation. Along with the literatiture, it includes an indestructable trust containing 52 million. Only a few things both me. 1: Why did I end up as the trustee? 2: He has a very... complicated in terrorem clause. It roughly says that in order to keep the estate I need to prove my value to G.N.A.T. by becoming a, and I quote, "Elite High Shadow of Destruction." And THIS is why I never joined a frat at school. He's sick, and if he dies, I can ignore the clause. While he's alive tho, it can be revoked either by his recovery or my failure to abide by the clause. Do I join? (Comment on this)
Tuesday, October 26th, 2004
12:38 pm	Manxome Foe I received some highly confidential material the other day. Unfortunately I can't use it. I wish the real world would bend over backwards once in awhile and ignore the basic rules we've established to keep us safe so that I can strike with what I have. Gut instinct isn't enough justification for how the Foundation parades their powers and a 45 page dossier isn't enough for me to make a peep. Maybe if I wait for the person to die, then I'm not bound by client secrecy. Current Mood: frustrated Current Music: NIN (Comment on this)
Wednesday, October 6th, 2004
12:00 pm	An evening's reflection It's amazing how small some people can be. My neighbor came over and dropped off some food, since, as she says it, "You never eat well." Eating is entirely secondary to work. The main purpose is to get energy to keep going. Besides, if I really need the kick, I can just drink a Tornado Energy. Then she asked me what I've been doing. After I told her, she just about freaked out about how Heroman and Diva are the 2 best things to EVER happen in our city. Just my luck, a nice girl moves in next door, seems interested enough and then holds to the infantile, mob mentality opinion. And if they aren't sheep, they've got some other glaring flaw. Current Mood: frustrated Current Music: Clear Vision - Pillowtalk (Comment on this)