Further Musings of a Super Villain

Dear Diary--
you cretinous herald of disappointment and banality--
so, operation "fear worse than death" is an official wash out. Figures.
It seems that the fear of public speaking thing missed a large portion of the population. So far, the groups I found to be immune are:
politicians
clergy
salespeople
writers
actors
reality television wanna-bees
and other narcissists
Damn it! That leaves only modest people, and those are A: in short supply, and B:no fun to intimidate.
The moment that made me say "screw this" came as we set up to intimidate a group of "sk8rs". They just chuckled and made fart jokes. I had to resort to good, old fashioned homicide.
The classics always come through for you in a pinch.
Thinking about scraping up DNA left over from my little League of Good Doers massacre---maybe I can clone them, or combine the DNA and make one big super goody-goody to break up the monotony. Or maybe do the decorative plate collecting thing. All equally evil.........................
you'll regret the day you ever crossed,
Dr. Angst

The Secret Ennui of a Super Villain

Dear Diary--you foetid heap of banality and despair,

Great. Just great.
My "ultimate plan" actually worked.
The League of Good Doers is forever destroyed.


I'm soooooooo bored.


My latest scheme--like shooting fish in a pet shop, now that LGD is DOA--is the greatest evil scheme in THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAHAAAAHAAAHAAAHAAA!!!!
oh, screw it--why bother with the evil laughter.....sigh
Anyway-- I read somewhere---Parade Magazine, or maybe something in the doctors office....anyway, it said more people are afraid of public speaking than they are of death.
At once, my plan sprang to mind, fully formed, like a rabid Athena from the brow of a leprous Zeus......why do I bother with the purple prose anymore???
So, anyway......I got the idea to have my minions carry a portable dais, some folding tables, and the rest of the army totes folding chairs. Now, when I want to threaten someone, we show up, set up in a flash, and look at them expectantly, as they stammer and sweat behind the microphone of inarticulate despair.

What you won't believe is--it utterly fails to satisfy. I mean, by the 7th or 8th time, it just didn't sparkle like before.
I must find a new arch nemesis, before I start collecting decorative plates or something.

you'll rue the day you crossed,
Dr. Angst