Monday, 19 May 2008

Beijing Olympic plot?


The blurb under this pic from monstersandcritics.com is as follows:

"A policeman stands next to 'Jingjing', one of the mascots for the Olympic Games, at the Auto China 2008 auto show in Beijing, China, 21 April 2008. An estimated 900 cars are to be on display at the exhibition which will officially open to the public from 24 to 28 April and organizers expect to attract over half a million prospective buyers."
So, I'm wondering why one of the mascots for the Olympic Games, is holding a gun?
Are the Chinese planning to repel violent riots, or are they planning to kidnap the world's athletes, hold them for ransom and force the rest of the world to submit to their leadership?
Maybe we should be worried, very worried...

Robbie's music finally finds a use in China


Take a note from Robbie Willaims' book: if your music doesn't sell, recycle it!
No, I'm not talking about paying some DJ to take your failed single and remix a dance version, hoping that it'll at least be an underground hit in dance clubs across the world.
I'm talking about taking the estimated 1 million copies of Robbie Williams' Rudebox album, crushing up the cd and selling the material to China, to be used in road-resurfacing and street light manufacturing. How noble of Robbie to sacrifice all those copies sitting in the EMI warehouse.
Now, for all those failed artists out there, wondering what to do with those albums in the garage, think about recycling them. They'd certainly be more useful as road surfacing than anything you ever hoped for.

Happy Birthday Chewbacca



Peter Mayhew is 64 today. Happy Birthday!
He's the actor who's donned the Chewbacca suit since the beginning.

Monday, 12 May 2008

Of friends and acquaintances

The life of a SuperVillain is often a lonely one. There are stages where one acquires friends and associates, flitting from social engagement to social engagement.
And there are other times, where one is left with a handful of acquaintances, wondering where all the good people have gone... (I don't mean "good" in the superhero sense of the word. More like "good quality" or people of a similar mind)
At the moment, I find myself pondering Frank Lloyd Wright's statement: "Less is more" and wholeheartedly agreeing. Why?
Because every one of my friends/associates/acquaintances is either having a birthday/wedding/occasion/party, or any general excuse to cause me to spend my hard-earned money and ruin my World Domination budget!!!!
What is it with these people? Have they no consideration for my wallet and my plans?!?!?!
I think I need a new set of friends. Cheap ones that will be enamoured with a chocolate bar for a 30th birthday present!

Monday, 5 May 2008

Even Supervillains need a Super Holiday!

Tofo is a tiny little place north of Inhambane, in Mozambique. It's got beaches, palm trees, coconuts, little umbrellas in your cocktails at the beach bar... What more could you ask for?
Unfortunately the locals weren't minion material. Neither were any of the foreigners crowding the handful of cafes & restaurants.
It was, however, rather relaxing to laze on a deck chair, musing over my World Domination plans, surrounded by the oblivious plebeians as they sucked flavoured ice through little straws.
Mozambique is green, sandy, hot and full of begging children and stray dogs, though not necessarily in that order.
The thought of mobilising the thousands of stray dogs, did occur to me, but the moment was brief. The dogs are too busy, roaming wide in their daily search for food.
The locals expect money, if you take any photographs, and they get quite agitated if you don't comply to their demands. Buckets of salty fish water are gestured threateningly at cameras.
This habit of expecting money for nothing from foreigners, is obviously honed from a young age, evident in the groups of children that appear at every corner, begging for money or 'sweets'. Some will even ask for dollars or euros.
And taking their cue from their older counterparts, a rock is thrown at your vehicle, if you ignore their requests.
As a Supervillain, my mind automatically goes into 'Evil Mode' in response to such actions, and so it is a good thing that nothing violent came of the griping directed at my camera.
Mozambique is still a desperately poor African country and yet often the locals seem to scorn the presence of foreigners.
Yet it is the foreigners who are bringing their hard-earned money into the country, supporting tiny pockets of the tourism industry scattered around the country.
If not for the tourists, places like Tofo, Ponta do Ouro and Bazaruto would be insignificant struggling villages, whose people eke out a living without the benefit of foreign money coming into their town.
Perhaps the Mozambique government should consider educating their people as to the benefits of actually having tourists in their country!
Just across the border in Zimbabwe, the tourism industry is in serious trouble. Foreigners are wary of the political situation in the country, but those that do venture in, are greeted warmly by grateful locals who have realised the true value of visiting foreigners. The locals living around the tourist spots in Zimbabwe, are friendly and helpful, all too eager to please and ensure that people return to their country.
In that respect, the people of rural Mozambique have a lesson to learn from their Zimbabwean counterparts.

Thursday, 17 April 2008

A note on monologuing

Rule #63 of The Supervillain's Guide to Super Villainy:
  • Monologuing is for amateurs!
If you have to spend time explaining the hows & whys of your Super Evil Plan, to your goody-two-shoes, spandexed counterpart, while they surreptitiously free themselves of the bonds you tied them up in (so that they could watch helplessly as you implement Operation World Domination), then you've chosen an idiot for a nemesis.
A question like: "Do you know why I'm going to flood every major city on the planet with septic water Captain Squeaky Clean?" is a rhetorical question. Not the kind of one you then answer yourself, giving the 'hero' a chance to break free and thwart your plan in the final moments!
I know it's hard to find an intelligent 'hero' these days, but explaining yourself over & over, can get rather annoying and dull. And a nemesis is supposed to know you, be a reflection of you, in a sick and twisted way. So if they don't automatically get why you're going to open up a portal to the world of the warring lizard men- who you've made a dark pact with to wipe out all the idiots who chew gum with their mouths open- then they're not the right person to be your counterpart!
What's the point of doing villainous deeds when you have to keep explaining them all the time? You want people to be able to figure it out for themselves, without holding their hands and spelling it out for them.
So when you pick your arch rival, make sure they have at least two braincells to rub together!

Saturday, 12 April 2008

Of Quiet Diplomacy & Other such nonsense :P

There are a number of mysteries in life. Like; why do the English have such bad teeth? Why is it that motorists with personalised number plates are such morons on the road? And what the hell is "Quiet Diplomacy" supposed to achieve???
It seems the crisis in Zimbabwe is going to be 'discussed' by regional African leaders in Zambia soon, and Thabo Mbeki is dashing of to Harare in his super hero suit, to speak to Robert Mugabe beforehand.
Bob is quite adept at the monologuing habit that villains are known for, so I can just imagine the conversation:
Bob: "Welcome Thabo, did you fly here on an evil colonial plane, or did you use one of your own?"
Thabo: "My own Bob, I-"
Bob: "Good. Did you know that I'm considering replacing my organs with synthetic organs, one by one?"
Thabo: "No, I-"
Bob: "It'll extend my life to beyond a hundred, so I can rule Zimbabwe for another 30 years or so."
Thabo: "Bob, maybe you should-"
Bob: "Colonial medicine has advanced quite a bit eh? Even though it's evil."
Thabo: -nods-
Bob: "So after I've replaced all my organs, I'll reign over all Zimbabwe for a long time. Then, I'll have myself cryogenically frozen, so that I can come back 100 years later & rule again! Great idea right?"
Thabo: -nods-
Bob: "Don't you love what I've done with the place?" -indicates to the scenery of Harare- "I'm going for that whole western look. Oh no, not Western, as in Evil White Supremacist Colonial look. I'm going for that Wild West look."
Thabo: -nods-
Bob: "You know, that whole dust, dirt & tumble weeds look. Where people have to eke out a living from nothing, run-down towns and crazy injuns."
Thabo: -nods-
Bob: "So do you like it?"
Thabo: -nods-
Bob: "Me too. I don't think the people of Zimbabwe get it though. I've tried having a word with them about it, but none of them have seen any Westerns, so they don't quite get the idea. It's a pity really, because... blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah"
Thabo: -nods-
Bob: "blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah"
Thabo: -nods-
Bob: "blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah"
Thabo: -nods-
Bob: "blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah"
Thabo: -nods-
Bob: "blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah"
Thabo: -nods-
Bob: "blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah"
Thabo: -nods-
Bob: "blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah"

At this point in time, I'd like to point out that SuperVillains are adept monologuers too. Only stupid people tell others their evil plans, before they've actually done them. And only villain wannabes monologue about worthless information.

Friday, 4 April 2008

Apathy Man take 2

I think Apathy Man may have been planted by my enemies, in a clever effort to drive me insane! I will have to find the perpetrator(s) and punish them.
Apathy Man, however, is completely oblivious to the fact, too busy wallowing in the black hole of self-pity, to notice.
Someone will pay for all of this!

Well done Bob

If Zimbabwe was a monarchy, the symbol of Robert Mugabe's power would not be the usual crown and scepter. Instead it would be his black-rimmed glasses, which could possibly be the very same ones he first donned about 30 years ago.
And if Bob was the monarch of Zimbabwe, his glasses would be handed to the individual next-in-line to the throne. But only after Bob had been dead for 200 years, and all manner of science and dark magic had been used in a vain attempt to revive him from his frozen, cryogenic slumber.
And if he did have a throne, he would glue himself to it, securing the deal with some rope and a staple gun.
And after realising that he would have to visit the loo at some point, he would slowly but surely have his organs replaced with mechanical ones, in his effort to rule Zimbabwe for all eternity.
And Robo-Bob would have many minions to maintain his artificial organs, upgrading each organ as soon as a new edition came out, funded by money bled from the few remaining citizens of the country.
And in 500 years time, when Zimbabwe will be nothing but plains of dust and tumbleweeds (except for the Presidential mansion), Bob will still be blaming the West for the demise of the country and claiming that it is all an evil conspiracy to derail his rule.

Taking over the world can be a busy process at times

Sometimes a SuperVillain's life becomes nothing but go, go, go! It's a hard life, but someone has to do it. And so, my world domination plans have monopolised my time of late, affording me no opportunity to update this site. I do apologise, but consider it an opportunity to take some of my guidelines and implement them in your own villainous schemes and plans.