Not gonna lie, I love the fact that my old blog posts are still here. It's kind of awesome to go back through and reread some of the stuff I got into. Hahaha. Good times. Good. Times.

Let me catch you up. Moved to the other coast a few years ago, had a blast for a few years until someone reset reality. I had a bastard of a headache for a month after that. Turns out one of your Mutants altered reality and made life difficult for a lot of you. I've been observing you for nearly 200 years. Your actions and resourcefulness never cease to amaze me.

Your cruelty ... man. That is some deep shit you people do.

Still, I hightailed it from the coast and have spent the last few years in the PNW. It's nice here. Good cider, great food, and damn if this place hasn't grown on me. People have this ... openness that is amazing. And they do grow nice beards.

I'm heading out though. Moving to the mid-west. I'm curious about life there. It's been about 120 years since I was last there. Should be interesting.

I was on patrol, just north of the city, when this thing comes out of nowhere and hits me. Mid flight. I mean you might expect things to hit you when your down on the ground, that's almost a given. Up in the air though? That is just odd.
 
After I got over my shock, I looked down and I realize it's a kid. He's knocked out and heading toward the ground. I dive to catch up to him and I manage to grab him before he hits the ground. I mean, I could have handled the hit, but this kid looked like he would have turned into human goo from that height. 
 
So I got him on the ground and waited until he woke up. I asked him a few questions. Turns out he's a Supe like me. Can turn things into ice. Neat! 
 
I bet he's a hit a parties. 
 
Anyway, he apologized for running into me. He was on his way back to his school. Some private thing run by a guy named Xavier. Said that this Xavier guy might want me to come to his school. I don't know, sounded kinda "Ritchie Rich" to me.  He said next time he was in the city, he would look me up. 
 
Anyway. then the kid turned into a life-size ice sculpture and took off. 

I was on patrol when I saw this guy in a yellow and brown costume duck into an ally way. I thought "hey, I got a new buddy. Let's go chat." 
 
So I detoured to cut him off on his path. Wasn't hard. Leap over a few buildings. Break off some rotting fire escapes. The usual. 
 
I stopped in front of him and he just pushed right by me. Rude much! I hadn't even been able to shake his hand and he goes right around me as if I wan't there.
 
So I tracked him. It wasn't hard. You humans (and mutants) leave all kinds of trails for those of us who don't use the usual five senses to go through the world. 
 
I followed at a safe distance. (He did seem kind of surly.) I finally made it to the rooftop of a building I tracked him too and what should I find. The guy (He is short BTW) talking to a girl with red hair that looked so familiar. Maybe she's an actress, though she was wearing a green suit and gold belt. Maybe she was a superhero too.
 
Anyway, the moment seemed kind of intense, so I just let it go. I finished the patrol in my favorite spot, at McDonald's eating an McMuffin.

Met a new kid in the neighborhood on my way home from a bust. Peter something. Nice kid. A bit nerdy. 
 
He kept going on and on about a spider bite. WTF? I mean, put some ointment on it son and call it a day. Amirite? 
 
Still, he seemed pretty nice.

When I first started the superhero game, it was about power. Now, it was all about the toys. The gadgets and gizmo's. What could you friendly neighborhood geek or a multi-national R&D facility dream up in 24 hours. Were you going to use the new anti-grav rocket boots to get to the top of the building or just go old school and bring the top of the building to you by knocking it down. 
 
One thing that has never changed is how to knock someone out. 
 
If within range, I use a head butt. It's simple, classic, and gets the job done. 
 
Just did my 1000th one for the year this morning. It was on a little old lady. She was asking for it because she grabbed the last of the fresh peaches from the Farmers Market that I go to. 
 
I had my hand on them and she just took them. 
 
What? It was a perfectly reasonable reaction.

Went for a costume fitting this morning. 
 
I'll be hitting the treadmill instead of eating for the next couple of months. 
 
On the bright side, The new color is going to go great with my eyes.

Ran into Bob at the grocery store on the bread aisle. It's been forever since I saw him last. We caught up on old times and I asked how the wife and kids were. Their all good. I was glad to hear it. 
 
I was expecting the right cross he threw at me, not that he was gonna be a grandfather. By his youngest. Imagine that. 
 
Bob was my first supervillian. I still remember to this day the sound of my boot breaking his jaw during a round house kick in the middle of our first battle.  Poor Bob was in the hospital for a week. On soft foods for 3 months. I cooked him, the wife, and the kids dinner every night for the first month, I felt so guilty. 
 
He retired about two years ago. Angina. Still, he was one of the best.
 
Good times.

It took me two days to compile a list of all of my mortal enemies. I had to do so in order to figure out who the black roses were from. It had a card: "Why don't you die you lazy lump of alien goo." It was unsigned though. 
 
After running through my list, turns out the roses were from Mom. :) 
 
Thanks mom.

Once again it's morning (at least I think it's morning ... could be the pile of burning cars in my front yard). How are you all doing today? I hope everyone has an awesome day. 
 
Except you Timmy. 
 
You deserve to die. 
 
Something slow, painful, and with an over abundance of cinnamon used. 
 
Everyone else, have an awesome day.