Phoenix Plan in Jeopordy

Brief contact was made with Giganta today. 

Not good news.

Apparently Phoenix’ abode is filled with live video cameras. Footage to be used for a “documentary”. Whenever they leave the building they are followed by someone with a camera. Giganta has a magnetic surge device that will disable the camera if she is able to reach the device discretely. I believe the device she brought with her is hidden in the heel of her shoe. It may prove to be difficult. 

Considering sending in Toy Man or Riddler to deal with the cameras. However, they both have difficulty keeping themselves discreet while in LA. Once Riddler found himself guest hosting “The Price is Right” on a trip out there. He can be charming, this is true. But it wasn’t long before he was being chased out by the studio security. He was setting off smoke alarms with his tricks, and ended up riding out of there on an ATV with a stove dragging behind it. 

I could send out Scarecrow, but he would fall asleep in Phoenix’ house. Definitely good for a scare, if that’s what we were looking for. Well, I’ll actually keep that in the back of my mind.

Captain Cold would create too much attention in LA. Fargo, fine. LA, not a good fit.

Brainiac will refuse to go with his project in full swing.

Cheetah we’ve discussed. She’ll end up fighting with Giganta over the boob Phoenix. 

Grodd? Grundy? No. No. 

Maybe Black Manta. If he’s not still cross with me, we may be able to get him out there. He could rewire the cameras into the LoD system, so the feeds would come here. Then he’ll have to steal the tapes from the handheld goon’s camera on a daily basis. 

This is proving more difficult than imagined. 

This is, at least, a beginning in finding a solution. Tomorrow we shall discuss a plan.

Arrrgh. Complications. Everything becomes so complicated. If there were another universe I could take over, I’d take the next train out of here. 

Blast. Superman. You are watching me. And laughing. I can feel it.


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



Today we are waiting for a shipment of new gauges, relays and other various parts for our machines. 

We are also awaiting word from Giganta. Sometimes a break in communication on an assignment like this is good news. 

In the meantime I can tell you about one of the things that Superman does that I find reprehensible. 

I have found myself trapped in the cell at the Hall of Justice from time to time. Usually not for long. But it has happened as I wait for someone at LoD to come find me. 

I was forced to watch Superman eat his dinner in front of my cell one evening while he questioned me. It’s quite easy to ignore Superman’s questions. He won’t do anything to you if you don’t answer. Wonder Woman, on the other hand…well I’ll stick to Superman.

Superman will make terrible noises with his cutlery on the plate as he cuts and slices his food. I know he can simply cut it with his eyes, and that ray that he shoots out of them. Wouldn’t that be easier? What? Is he trying to ‘fit in’ at the Hall of Justice? Hopeless.

Anyhow, here is the real stomach-churning item. In addition to making these maddening noises with the knife and fork, he refuses to use more than one napkin. To be clear, one paper napkin. If it was a cloth napkin, I would have no problem with this idiosyncrasy. But as he eats, this napkin becomes torn, shredded, stained, and translucent. It simply turns my stomach. It hangs from his chin in pieces. Food then hangs from the shreds. Hideous. Filthy.

I must stop and do my meditations. My visualizations.

Joaquin Phoenix Success

There was a report from Giganta today. In bumping into one Phoenix look-a-like after another, it seems that one of them was really Phoenix. She has secured his trust and locked in on him. She has a brilliant disguise for this assignment. Some pictures of her “lingerie” outing with him have surfaced today, and you can see them here.

Everything is going according to plan. I happen to know that one of Superman’s favorite all time movies is Gladiator (I could not stomach the tripe of that ridiculous story, and cannot sit through the entirety of it’s putrid odor.) Getting to Superman through Phoenix will be one of my greatest achievements. 

Will it kill Superman? Don’t be ridiculous.

Will it be like putting him in a locked vault made of kryptonite? Only emotionally.

And that is what I am gunning for with this plan. This will rip his Hollywood heart out.

At that point, our machines will be ready for him and the Hall of Justice!

Tonight I have a lot of visualizing to do. Soon I will create some new visualization boards to use as my desktop backgrounds. I think I’ll do a few of Superman’s crying face. That should be fun. And one of an exploding Hall of Justice. My visualizations begin anew tonight. 

LexThought 11): I think I will begin to insist that everyone pronounce my name “Luther” instead of “Luth-or”. I hate the way it sounds coming from Brainiac or Black Manta. it sounds like Stephen Hawking is trying to pronounce my name. BTW – Speaking of Hawking, he stole a LOT of my ideas. Someday I shall write about this, but fortunately they were some of my smaller ideas.

Smooth Transitions

There has been progress on the weather machine. Brainiac is focused, and this seems to have galvanized many here in LoD. I am somewhat aghast at how well this seems to be working. In fact, I’ve become suspicious.

I haven’t had a lot of time to work on the time machine, and I need to. I need to keep it at the same pace as the LoD’s weather machine, but I’m behind. Looks like I’ll be taking a few days off at the gym. 

I confess I have been distracted. 

This business with Joaquin Phoenix has me distracted with possibilities.

Many are not aware of Superman’s movie obsession. This surprises me. No one wondered why Superman was always clearing the freeways of traffic on Oscar night? The big screens ALL over at HoJ? No one writes about it, but most outdoor movie sets have to hire a gaffer or grip to go on Superman watch when cameras begin rolling. It’s not like they can keep him out of the sky when they film, but someone needs to note when it happens during a shoot so they can remember where they need to take him out of the scenes. 

LexThought 10) I need to start a series of posts, illustrating the small aspects of Superman’s personality that I hold to be abrasive. Perhaps you may gain insight to my singular and unfettering disdain for the man of steel. 

Back to J. Phoenix. Giganta is off to begin this assignment. She left today. We actually had to sedate Cheetah last night (Riddler had some trick cards with a spray that worked nicely. Where does he store all of this stuff?) so she would not insist on making the trip.

I spoke to Giganta and I think we have a good plan, but it all depends on gaining Phoenix’ trust through seduction. She hasn’t had much practice lately, and we haven’t tried this since an attempt with Tom Cruise. You can guess how that went. 

With her confidence low, we talked over her strong points. The fact that she can literally control how large she can grow at the drop of a hat is a big plus. After a few nights with her, I believe we can start him on our standard brainwash plan. Before he knows it we’ll have him placing quotes and ideas throughout Hollywood that will ultimately bring Superman to his knees. 

Well, that plus the weather machine, and the time machine.

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

no internet no brains

It’s unclear whether we lost our internet connection because of an unpaid bill (Toy Man’s job) or because suspicious content in our emails or web browsing (could have been anyone here. Another gift to LoD from Cheney.)

Regardless, Braniac and I spent the last 5 days working on a new connection. Obviously we found one. We had to graph one of our LegionHubs to the nearest bank’s T1 line, and set up a series of redundant relays to the swamp. It took a lot of cable and digging with Grundy. Of course he wouldn’t let us forget how much he was helping us.

An hour or two of this sort of backwards tracking is depressing, at the least. It’s been five days of this. I am WAY BEYOND THIS! No time for workouts. No time for the time machine. No time for meditation. No time for visualizations. No Page Six.

If Superman were watching me today from the HoJ, he must think me quite incompetent.

I need a different image before I retire for the night.

The New Universe

My outlet…I turn to you


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. 


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.

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