Notes on Being the Villain, part I

[Doktor Howl]

FBF came up with a great term for him; ponytail misogynist.

I think it pretty much says it all.

Just like we have ponytail grave robbers.   

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

FBF came up with a great term for him; ponytail misogynist.

I think it pretty much says it all.

Just like we have ponytail grave robbers.   

OK, this you need to explain. 

[Doktor Howl]

FBF came up with a great term for him; ponytail misogynist.

I think it pretty much says it all.

Just like we have ponytail grave robbers.   

OK, this you need to explain. 

Thought I did.  We have these neo-hippies, you know the kind:  55-ish, pony tail, shorts, sandals.  They walk around in the desert looking for Indian graves (this place is FULL of ancient graves), so they can steal someone's bits, polish them up, and sell them under the table at the gem show in February.

I knew one guy who does this.  I asked him why the fuck this would EVER be acceptable, and he mumbled something about "getting in touch with his heritage".

"YOU'RE 100% ENGLISH, FUCKTARD!  YOU HAVE NO HERITAGE.  YOU'RE A FUCKING GHOUL!"

He doesn't speak to me, anymore, which upsets me to no end.

[kiss my axe]

Maybe he comes from a long line of ghouls. Probably stole heads off the spikes of London Bridge or something.

[Doktor Howl]

Maybe he comes from a long line of ghouls. Probably stole heads off the spikes of London Bridge or something.

I just had this vision of some hippie with a bag in his hand and a hacksaw, waiting for the tide to go out at Traitor's Gate.

 

[kiss my axe]

Maybe he comes from a long line of ghouls. Probably stole heads off the spikes of London Bridge or something.

I just had this vision of some hippie with a bag in his hand and a hacksaw, waiting for the tide to go out at Traitor's Gate.

 

 

[navkat]

I love when hippies brits and canadians think just because they're not americans that means they're culturally richer than we.

Silly white people, you're white people!

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

Really? Only those five? I see you more as a truck full of nitroglycerine, hurtling down the highway with no breaks and a madman at the wheel. I can't tell whether people get blown up because they cut you off, or because you rammed into their fender, and it doesn't matter because I just want to survive until my exit.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

FBF came up with a great term for him; ponytail misogynist.

I think it pretty much says it all.

Just like we have ponytail grave robbers.   

OK, this you need to explain. 

Thought I did.  We have these neo-hippies, you know the kind:  55-ish, pony tail, shorts, sandals.  They walk around in the desert looking for Indian graves (this place is FULL of ancient graves), so they can steal someone's bits, polish them up, and sell them under the table at the gem show in February.

I knew one guy who does this.  I asked him why the fuck this would EVER be acceptable, and he mumbled something about "getting in touch with his heritage".

"YOU'RE 100% ENGLISH, FUCKTARD!  YOU HAVE NO HERITAGE.  YOU'RE A FUCKING GHOUL!"

He doesn't speak to me, anymore, which upsets me to no end.

Oh yeah, those guys. I forget about them because the concept is so debased.

[Doktor Howl]

Really? Only those five? I see you more as a truck full of nitroglycerine, hurtling down the highway with no breaks and a madman at the wheel. I can't tell whether people get blown up because they cut you off, or because you rammed into their fender, and it doesn't matter because I just want to survive until my exit.

Today, a colleague accused me of having mood swings.

Can you imagine that?

[Doktor Howl]

FBF came up with a great term for him; ponytail misogynist.

I think it pretty much says it all.

Just like we have ponytail grave robbers.   

OK, this you need to explain. 

Thought I did.  We have these neo-hippies, you know the kind:  55-ish, pony tail, shorts, sandals.  They walk around in the desert looking for Indian graves (this place is FULL of ancient graves), so they can steal someone's bits, polish them up, and sell them under the table at the gem show in February.

I knew one guy who does this.  I asked him why the fuck this would EVER be acceptable, and he mumbled something about "getting in touch with his heritage".

"YOU'RE 100% ENGLISH, FUCKTARD!  YOU HAVE NO HERITAGE.  YOU'RE A FUCKING GHOUL!"

He doesn't speak to me, anymore, which upsets me to no end.

Oh yeah, those guys. I forget about them because the concept is so debased.

Sort of like when Victorian era people ate mummy dust as a tonic.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

FBF came up with a great term for him; ponytail misogynist.

I think it pretty much says it all.

Just like we have ponytail grave robbers.   

OK, this you need to explain. 

Thought I did.  We have these neo-hippies, you know the kind:  55-ish, pony tail, shorts, sandals.  They walk around in the desert looking for Indian graves (this place is FULL of ancient graves), so they can steal someone's bits, polish them up, and sell them under the table at the gem show in February.

I knew one guy who does this.  I asked him why the fuck this would EVER be acceptable, and he mumbled something about "getting in touch with his heritage".

"YOU'RE 100% ENGLISH, FUCKTARD!  YOU HAVE NO HERITAGE.  YOU'RE A FUCKING GHOUL!"

He doesn't speak to me, anymore, which upsets me to no end.

Oh yeah, those guys. I forget about them because the concept is so debased.

Sort of like when Victorian era people ate mummy dust as a tonic.

 

[Freeky]

Really? Only those five? I see you more as a truck full of nitroglycerine, hurtling down the highway with no breaks and a madman at the wheel. I can't tell whether people get blown up because they cut you off, or because you rammed into their fender, and it doesn't matter because I just want to survive until my exit.

Today, a colleague accused me of having mood swings.

Can you imagine that?

You?  No!

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

Really? Only those five? I see you more as a truck full of nitroglycerine, hurtling down the highway with no breaks and a madman at the wheel. I can't tell whether people get blown up because they cut you off, or because you rammed into their fender, and it doesn't matter because I just want to survive until my exit.

Today, a colleague accused me of having mood swings.

Can you imagine that?

You?  No!

Never!

(checks seatbelts)

[Doktor Howl]

Really? Only those five? I see you more as a truck full of nitroglycerine, hurtling down the highway with no breaks and a madman at the wheel. I can't tell whether people get blown up because they cut you off, or because you rammed into their fender, and it doesn't matter because I just want to survive until my exit.

Today, a colleague accused me of having mood swings.

Can you imagine that?

You?  No!

Never!

(checks seatbelts)

In some places, I am revered as an icon of stability.