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I don't think I'd fight any of them if I had superpowers, I'd be busy owning South America. However, zombies are the clear choice if you don't have superpowers. The plan would be simple. Steal a truck. Rob a gun store. Rob a liquor store. Play it by ear. That's just plain fun.

 
Well, Nazi's, of course, because you didn't define my reason for fighting any of them, I'm going with the one with a defined agenda, but I'd rather fight nihilists. "Say what you want about the Nazi party, but it least they have an ethos." I mean, the aliens or zombies could be good guys and I'd be just letting my prejudices against their condition get the better of me, but Nazi's are Nazi's because of choice. Of course, if I were a superhero I'd go around killing yaks with mind bullets or setting things ablaze, or just being strong.

 
It's not so much which one would be the least difficult, rather which would be the most enjoyable and fulfilling.

 
If I weren't a superhero, definitely zombies. But, if I were, does it really matter? I mean, I'm a superhero.

 
Hey guys, would you rather fight Nazis, aliens, or zombies? If you were a superhero, that is. I was wondering about this at work.

 
My plans are to get a job and move to some place in hendo. I may try to sell art at the amateur gallery in newburgh when I've got the cash to pay for an exhibit and some modeling clay. Eventually I'd like to start a community of artists, philosophers, scientists, mathmaticians, etc. to help in the development of a new culture, but that's probably just a pipe dream. Hmmm..."Pipe Dream", that was an interesting concept for a game, and often emulated, but it never got nearly as popular as Tetris. Also, to steal God away from Puff Daddy.

 
Alright, Miles. The only plans I have are to get some breakfast when I wake up in the morning. That's as far as my plans go.
In other news...
In 1995, McArthur Wheeler walked into two Pittsburgh banks and robbed them in broad daylight, with no visible attempt at disguise. He was arrested later that night, less than an hour after videotapes of him taken from surveillance cameras were broadcast on the 11 o'clock news. When police later showed him the surveillance tapes, Mr. Wheeler stared in incredulity. "But I wore the juice," he mumbled. Apparently, Mr. Wheeler was under the impression that rubbing one's face with lemon juice rendered it invisible to videotape cameras ( Fuocco, 1996 ).

 
None of you responded to my request. I wish to know what everyone's plans are for the school, work, and crap like that. Tell me what you are up to, people!

 
Yeah, that I have. Thanks for understanding. I'm not coping with it too well. Been drinking a lot. It's not the alcohol that's making me lash out, when I'm drunk I'm calm and relaxed.

 
No harm done. I would guess you've been under a lot of stress lately.

 
Indeed it does. I apologize. I've been much more of an asshole here recently and lashing out at people and I don't like it. I must say I am truly sorry.

 
On a factual note, I've been diagnosed with ADD for nearly ten years now. It's not autism, granted, but I figure it helps give my opinion a leg to stand on.

 
Don't you tink that's, well, a little insensitive, Mr. Naas? Attention Deficity Hyperactivity Disorder is a real disorder, despite the fact that psychiatrists are all quacks. It is classified under the category of Pervasive development disorder, you know, the general group of disorders I wish to study. Would you say to a low-functioning autistic kid that he's just faking it? Ah, but I realize it must be difficult for you to understand, not being afflicted with the disorder. I know that I am sometimes frustrated dealing with my stepbrother, michael, because he has thedisorder, and I dislike him to begin with, but as a person afflicted with another PDD, I can understand the situation. Alas, there's nothing I can do about people like you...yet. Perhaps I underestimate the public, but then again, I don't think so. Though I do believe the schools are quite problematic.

 
Female Coworker: My eight year old son is a handful; he has ADHD.
Me: Psh, that condition is a crock. Sounds like you let him watch too much TV.
Female Coworker, annoyed: Well, I blame the schools.

 
Wow, posting has really gone down since blogger switched over to this crap format.