It Would Make The Maxim True.

They say there’s no rest for the wicked. Considering my life over the last few weeks, I think that I must have been a pretty bad boy recently, as I have not had time to stop and reload.

Following on that train of thought, that would also explain why super villains always have master plans – as they are super-wicked (not street slang, just emphasizing how bad they truly are). They are soooo wicked, they must perpetually be busy, as there can be absolutely no rest at all. They are probably also insomniacs, and sleep deprivation can’t be good for the mental state. Probably accounts for some of their crazy, which in turn, makes them more wicked, and so on…that’s one vicious cycle they’ve got there.

Exhibit A: The Vicious Cycle – A Harley Davidson modified with chainsaw blades for wheels, and rotating spikes in all directions. Powered on Dettol, the bike had great mileage, and was remote controlled…and can go from 0 to 100 in less than a craft market.

So yeah, busy busy. That’s why I haven’t posted. (Thank you, QOD my ever faithful motivator) Right now, I’m in a hotel room in Sydney, a lamp shining down on me, a too-big-for-one-person room spread about me, a lovely inner-city view (ie: no view) from my fifth floor balcony, and a whole bunch of stress. Yes, that’s right – I ran away from Melbourne after robbing a bank with my new freeze ray. Not really.

Actually, Zeeds and I almost planned a bank robbery once. It hinged on our belief of how the insurance on the bank worked. We were probably wrong, so it’s a good thing we never committed the robbery. (That’s also probably a good thing) The belief was that a revolving door is technically within the bank’s premises, and so would be covered by any insurance policy. One person would withdraw a large amount in cash (say, a home loan), and go to leave the bank. The other person would attack them whilst in the revolving door, jamming the door with an appropriate tool, beating the withdrawer, and stealing the loot. As the door is jammed, no one from within can prevent the getaway, and as the robbery was technically in the bank, insurance will reimburse the loan…nice plan, huh?

I think the revolving door assumption was very very wrong though…

I went for a walk around the city before. It’s amazing how similar, and yet different this place is to home.
The streets are narrower, and many of them are one way (which according to my taxi driver is “a good thing, good thing”).
The place is dirtier, and much much busier.
I witnessed an intersection with 24 hour convenience stores of the same chain on diagonally opposite corners. The other two corners were a shopping centre and a building “for lease” – cynically I wondered how many 24 hour convenience stores of the same chain one intersection could sustain.
All of the stations here look old. I mean, our city loop is dated, but these places are archaic.
I saw a chinese dragon practicing for something, probably Chinese New Year.
I stopped counting McDonald’s’ because I lost count, there is way too many.
I saw one bottle shop.

Tomorrow I have to work. This could be very interesting. I will be looking respectable, and carrying nothing to protect myself from the hordes. Oooooh dear…

Q: Do You Like Brand Names? Only if they start with “DC” or “Marvel”, but that shows just how extremely dorky I really am.
Song For The Day: "You Will Remember Tonight” by Andrew W.K.