Braniac needs a hand

Today Braniac’s parts arrived. I forgot to enable the imbedded water mines on the entry road, and the UPS truck must have shown up while I was meditating. 

After my workout (not a good one today. Black Manta wouldn’t say a word to me. Very tense.) Braniac came banging on my lair door.

“Luth-Or, Luth-Or, I need your help. Meet me in the workshop.”

I thought he had left the outside of my door, and accidentally let out a very loud sigh.

“Luth-Or! I know you are inside. We have a Brain Wave Amplifier to work on if you want to defeat that Krypto-fool and his superfreaks.”

I don’t think Braniac knows the full definition of “superfreak”.

I know this idea of his won’t work, but I humor him. There are aspects of the unconscious and his negative pulse cosine that are incompatible. I want to see him fail in front of the others so they will know who has the real ideas in this Legion.

All I did was hold the flashlight for him. He insisted he had no other way of holding the flashlight. I have my doubts. But Sinestro could’ve held the flash light. Not Grundy or Grodd. Cheetah could have done it, Toy Man could’ve done it. Black Manta…maybe not this week. Probably not Scarecrow, he does have a tendency to spark fires. Riddler, what was wrong with asking Riddler? Plus Braniac has all of those robots in his closet. 

I didn’t last long, said I had a headache, and went back for visualizations and mantra. 

My life without Superman. My life without Superman. My life without Superman. 

The universe is mine. The universe is mine. The universe is mine. The universe is mine. The universe is mine.

During my visualizations, an image came to me. It involved Hawkman, the Macy’s Thanksgiving parade and ball bearings. It was very vague, but I think it might be a clue.

On the SkyFi today I watched Polly Draper get a car pool ticket on the 405. Remember her, from ‘thirtysomething.’ I liked that show, for a while.

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Putting out Fires

Team Building Workshop: Fire Walking.

That’s what our ‘training’ was today. 

They sent a new ‘trainer’. He had a hard time finding a place to light a fire in the swamp. 

Sinestro set a fire, albeit a fake yellow fire, on the roof of the Legion of Doom. We all went up there.

“Okay people, I’ll show you how we’ll do this! This is going to psych you up! You will do things you never before believed possible! Now follow me as I walk across this fire path!”

He ran into the fire and Sinestro made the fire bigger. Please, it wasn’t real. We went back inside and left him on the roof. 

After a few hours Black Manta felt sorry for him and gave him a ride back to Citibank.

I did get in a good workout. Lots of cardio today, and a yoga session afterwards. To top it off, I didn’t have to help Braniac today as the parts he ordered for his ‘project’ didn’t arrive. Maybe the fire and screaming workshop trainer scared off the UPS driver.

I have a new idea involving my abandoned time machine project. More on this as it develops.

The universe is mine. The universe is mine. The universe is mine.

I’ve been following the Brodericks with the SkyFi system. More broadway shows together. Definitely fishy. 

Why don’t we hear more about Zsa Zsa anymore? Setting SkyFi coordinates for Beverly Hills for the next 24 hours.

Today’s Team Building Workshop: Unity Drumming

Feeling very isolated.

Superman is still out there, I’m still here. I did my visualizations. The mantra.

Then we had our workshop.

I don’t recall who came up with this idea. I have a feeling it was probably someone at Citibank. Once they started funding LOD Enterprises, we had to jump through a few hoops. Not the way I would have done things, but this was Braniac’s idea. Of course whenever Braniac has a good idea, everyone listens.

To get things started, today’s workshop was “unity drumming’. 

I did not participate.

You can probably guess who did. Grundy and Grodd like to bang drums. The workshop director took their drums away and Grundy yanked his arms from their sockets. He won’t be back tomorrow. Grundy spent the rest of the day crying about it.

Riddler gave me a riddle today. He claims it will tighten my focus. I was going to look at it, but he wrote it on the back of a bill, and I believe Toy Man sent all the bills out today. 

After team building tomorrow, I’m supposed to help Braniac with his “Brain Wave Amplifier”. I can’t say I’m looking forward to it. He has a tendency to take over every situation. 

Team Building workshop tomorrow: Fire Walking.

Do they know what we do for a living?

The universe is mine. The universe is mine. The universe is mine. The universe is mine.

New Visualizations

I put these up in my lair today.

They are helpful to imagining my ideal world. I don’t want the others to see them, so no one is allowed in the lair. Toy Man saw me working on Photoshop a bit today. But I don’t think he saw anything.

LexThought 6: Should I change my last name to Luther, or Luthur. It sounds better than LuthOR. More like Luther Vandross. 

The universe is mine. The universe is mine. The universe is mine. The universe is mine.

Tomorrow:  Legion of Doom Team building Workshop. Can’t wait.

new workout

Black Manta has me on a new routine now. 

I can’t tell if he’s trying to help me, as he’s giving me a lot of crunches.

I hate crunches. He knows that.

During workouts I have trouble with his annunciation. From this morning’s workout:

[warble android voice] “elevwen, twelvwe, dirteen, fawrteen, fibteen, zzzzzteen, zzzeznteen”

“Fifteen? Sixteen? How many reps is that?”

[warble android voice] ” youwr not ebeen tryning! zzaznteen, eebteen, worbk it!”

“Did you change your battery pack today? You’re breaking up again.”

[warble android voice] “Youw knowb I’mb senstitib to datb!”

And he storms off. I think he’s plotting something without me. He’s been awfully chummy with Grundy lately. 

LexThought 4: I wish Cheetah would stop confusing me with Braniac. 

LexThought 5: Considering a tattoo. Idea’s where? Not the head!

My outlet…I turn to you

Alone. 

Indeed I am alone, even in my lair. 

Others. Yes, there are others. Milling. About. Muttering. Accusing. Making plans. Sketching. Arguing. Knocking on my door. 

“Luthor! Luthor!” 

I do not answer. 

Can’t think. This is my outlet. Releasing the thoughts that bind me. Out to the universe. Envision my life without Superman.

My life without Superman. My life without Superman. My life without Superman.

“Luthor! Cheetah refuses to relent the controls to the super computer so I can check my email.”

I. Am. Interrupted. 

Again.

LexThought 1:  “I’ll be long gone…thanks to you so will the Super Fools!” need more creative insults and get away lines.

“Take that Pooperman, my brown note phase modulator has you trapped in your own costume”

LexThought 2: Work out the kinks on the brown note phase modulator.

LexThought 3:  I have my doubts about Sarah Jessica Parker and Broderick staying together. Following them daily on my SkyFi Screen.