More pie

Realizing I needed to get to the bottom of the pie issue to continue my time machine testing, I engaged the villains today. 

Engagement 1) I asked Toy Man to make 24 pies today, and told him that they were for a relative’s surprise wedding. I didn’t have another excuse handy, but he believed it. Who gets married on a Tuesday? Certainly NOT Toy Man.

Engagement 2) Weigh in. I took precise measurements of every LoD member today, including weight and body fat. I insisted it was for insurance purposes. They all believed that as well. I will do this again tomorrow to see if one of them has been eating the pies over and over and over again. 

I know what you are thinking. Rather than going through all of this silliness, at the next meeting I should simply explain to the villains that I am conducting an experiment with the time machine. If they see a random Toy Man pie lying about the LoD, they should leave it be. After all, this is in the name of destroying the Super Friends and Superman and all of our nemesises (nemesi ?), why wouldn’t they cooperate?

I don’t trust them. If they find out I’m working on this again accusations will fly. They’ll believe I’ll secretly go back in time and take away their super powers. Or worse, be sure they are raised in a loving home instead of the orphanage. Chaos would rule the day. No. No this is my journey. My plan. My revenge.

LexThought 7) I’m considering either the base of my neck or my elbows for this tattoo. If it’s the base of my neck, I might want old english letters with L.L. One con: I don’t want to be affiliated with LL Bean if  I do that. The next time I’m at the grocery store I’m sure that will be the first comment I get and I’ll regret whatever I do to that poor person. If it’s the elbows, possibly DNA strands in a spider web form. 

Off to a late night workout.

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Super Bowl Sunday at LoD

I had a lot of time to myself today. 

Most of the Legion watched the game today. Bizarro Superman actually flew out to watch it live. While they were distracted I began working on the time machine project again.

I became so distracted I didn’t have time to work out or meditate today. 

Getting the machine back in shape was not so difficult. Testing the machine, however, is always trying. 

I can try to send inanimate objects back in time, which I’ll attempt first. There is no data on the experience of the object. However, I can take something like one of Toy Man’s homemade pies, a unique item to our time, and transport it back a day. If all events go unchanged after I send the pie back in time, there would be two pies in existence after I sent the pie back. 

On the other hand, if I send the pie back in time, and Grodd or Gundy happen to find it, they’ll eat it and they won’t tell anyone (Toy Man doesn’t share his pie). If they eat it, Toy Man will not know that it existed, and will go ahead with his plans to make the pie. And we will still have one pie.

If no one discovers the pie after I’ve sent it back in time 24 hours, then I should see 2 pies immediately after I send it back.

So far this result has not occurred. One pie, every time. As I said, testing the machine is difficult.

I remain optimistic. I even ate some buffalo wings today.

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

Yes. It. Is.

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.

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.

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