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I have a problem!

I’m not sure who I am anymore. Well, I’ve never really been sure of who I am, but now I’m even more not sure! The amnesia was bad enough, but then the blackouts got worse.

I used to be an evil super villain determined to destroy Toronto and the rest of the world with my best friend, Barry the missile, but now I’ve found out that was all a lie!

I was being manipulated by someone –or something– called SUCKER, and now I’ve got a gay Frenchman in my head! No, that’s not a euphemism, there’s actually an alternate personality in my head, and HE’S MORE EVIL THAN I AM!!!

Frowny face! Totally Frowny Face!
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Bad Medecine

Wednesday, March 28th, 2012 - 11:53 am
Filed Under: Le Gros Chapeau a vous!, TrojyTube: Trojy in a Box

Mon time, it grows short, mes ami(e)s. Soon, I will have to say ‘au revoire,’ as I take le next step dans le great plan de Master le SUCKER.

C’est la guerre

Wednesday, February 29th, 2012 - 11:59 am
Filed Under: Le Gros Chapeau a vous!, TrojyTube: Trojy in a Box
 C’est la guerre - Superhero Comedy SeriesAt last, I have arrived to conquer les Kingdoms underground de les animaux!

Le March of Les Robots Evil! Et Moi!

Wednesday, February 1st, 2012 - 7:41 pm
Filed Under: Le Gros Chapeau a vous!

Le Other Genius Evil French

Bonjour, my friends. I am Les Gros Chapeau, oui, c’est le Chapeau Gros, villain extraordinare est master planner du evil.

Did you le miss moi?

Oui, my friends, I have been gone for a long time, but have heard your desperate pleas from le surface for news of me, Monsieur SUCKER has graciously allowed me to communicate avec vous with les camera du les webs inter. Oui! Plus, le ninjas were able to get working le wifi spot du hot.

So yes, I am leading the full might of le armie robot evil to Leopardia, and whatever resistance remains within the country of kittens will be swiftly and mercilessly crushed under their iron heals. Truly, c’est un day superb for les forces du evil. How better than to demonstrate our might than to destroy the nation of a bunch of cute and helpless animals? Non, there is no better way.

As le tunnelling machine evil continues to slowly make its way through le terre, I have had time to prepare and refine my plan battle. Oui. You see, I have taken the opportunity to study the plans and efforts of beaucoup du French military geniuses, in order to form a foolproof plan against Leopardia. For you see, Monsieur SUCKER, he does not appreciate failure, and I want to prove to him that je suis tres better than le fat idiot Evil Trojan Borscht, or le upper-class douche le Hanging Chad.

“So, le tres awesome Le Gros Chapeau,” you might be asking, “What French military geniuses did you investigate in order to form son plan excellente? Did you read about Napoleon and his campaigns in Austria, or Charles du Gaulle and his resistance movement, or perhaps Charles Martel and his walls du shield?”

Non! Indeed, I have examined the lives and campaigns of even better and less cliché French military geniuses. Perhaps, not all are geniuses, but they are interesting, and the lessons they gave are far more subtle than les anglos can understand. Pffft!

Men like Andre Maginot, who decided the best way to fight les Germans was to construct le Line Maginot, une series du great defenses sur le border du France et Germany! The Line was in fact, so successful, that the Nazis, they were too scared to attack it directly! Oui! They had to invade La France by going through Belguim, so frightened they were of the Line and its defenses!

Or Louis-Joseph de Montcalm, defender of New France. Yes, he lost le Battle du la Plains of Abraham, et oui, he hated Canada and despised the men under his command, but they were all le foolish! Oui! He would have done much better had he not been constantly betrayed by the blumbling of his underlings! That is why I have updated the drivers on les evil robots, and disabled the Trois Strooges sub-routines! I should not suffer any defeats as a result of incompetent robots!

So, oui, I am well prepared to conquer Leopardia and lay waste to it. Indeed, I cannot wait to get down there and prove my prowess! Would this be an appropriate time por un laugh evil?

I think so too! Le Laugh D’Evil! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!

Ceçi n’est pas un drill

Wednesday, February 1st, 2012 - 12:22 am
Filed Under: Le Gros Chapeau a vous!, TrojyTube: Trojy in a Box
 Ceçi n’est pas un drill - Superhero Comedy SeriesAt last, I have made mon triumphant retour!

Save Le Hats!

Thursday, July 21st, 2011 - 12:42 pm
Filed Under: Le Gros Chapeau a vous!, TrojyTube: Trojy in a Box
 Save Le Hats! - Superhero Comedy SeriesSacre merde! I am discovered! It looks like c'est temps to GTFO.

Je suis exposed myself!

Wednesday, July 20th, 2011 - 4:43 pm
Filed Under: Le Gros Chapeau a vous!

C’est impossible! Somehow, les maudites heroes anglais have discovered mon vraie evilness!

It was not because I have been talking about it on le YouTube.  Non, they have never noticed that.

Carrying out les plans do Monsieur Le Sucker, I and my fellow super villains had kidnapped La Femme du Chat – Leopard Woman, for it is tres important that she does not return to her home, Leopardia.  BUT, we were foiled, yes FOILED!  La Femme Leopard has les amies, oui!  They came and freed both her and Le Plumber.

They escaped my clutches like a belle chapeau flying away in le wind.  Tragique!

Une minute it's on your head, and the next it's god knows where!

And now La Femme Leopard has ‘outed’ me on her blog.  She knows!  She knows!

C’est terrible.  I have had to flee mon job at the CRTC.  Who will rule Canada’s content with an iron fist now?  I tell you who – no one!   Quel horreur!

Le CRTC gets le fanmail?

Tuesday, July 19th, 2011 - 2:24 pm
Filed Under: Le Gros Chapeau a vous!, Uncategorized

Bonjour c’est mois, LE Gros Chapeau! It is I, Le Chapeau Gros! With une nother post du blog for you to read and know my thoughts evil!

Mes amis, it seems that my box du mail has been overflowing with mail. Normalement, je suis very excited when I receive le mail. Je veux dire, I feel so…importante. In fact, I remember, la first lettre que je ever received. Tout mes amis had told me about how great it was de recevoir un invitation to un birthday party ou un autre package. Alors, you can understand how ecstatique I was when I got my first ever letter: Un bill de credit card overdue, de Scotiabank. I have since framed la lettre, and je le regard tres proudly.  Since that glorious jour, j’ai toujours un fondness for mail. Mais…cette fois, I count myself un peu…disappointed.

I am receiving beaucoup de mail from le Don Jail, and I must confess je suis rather puzzled by it all. Tous les senders pensent, they think, que je suis un big God, or something! I don’t understand pas! It’s not like they pensent que j’ai several god-like qualities, non. That is it not. They pensent that I am un God for le real! Like Celine Dion, or Bobby Flay! Obviousment, they have heard of my appointment at le CRTC! You should read what ces people are writing! Ecoutez:

“Glorious Fat Hat. We welcome your transformation with the firm belief that you will use your newfound hat to shelter us from the harsh rays of UV sunlight and other such heathens that threaten to burn our hatless scalps. We prostrate ourselves before you, oh Chapeau’d one. May your Chapeau grow ever more Gros” – Minion 1655731 (Tom)

Quoi? Am I right? Nonsense, non? By les “other such heathens”, I assume they mean les people qui play too much American content. CNN, oui? I understand their feelings, mais, je find it rather extreme. Il y a des autres, where there is no writing, but they have simply sent moi un bottle du Juice Guava. Juice Guava? Je deteste Juice Guava! C’est trop pulpy and thick, et je feel tres bloated after I drink it. Ces minions don’t know me at all. Pas du tout.

I have decided to draft my own letter, et, I have addressed it to les inmates du Don Jail, explaining la situation. It reads like this:

“Bonjour, mes mignons,

I have received tes lettres, and I would like to thankez vous, for your support and adoration. Believe-moi, nothing makes me happier knowing that you flagellate yourselves in le morning to earn my favour. I must admit, je did not know that les employees du CRTC were held in such high regard dans le Don Jail, mais je suis happy to hear that even the country’s  underworld criminale has respect for the requirement for content Canadien.

Je suis flattered, and I promise to be un forceful voice at the table. I understand that many of vous would like plus de large hats in our programming. This I shall take seriously, for I would like it known that I, le Gros Chapeau, moi, Le Chapeau Gros, takes our listeners tres seriously. Mais, while we at le CRTC may be lords of les airwaves, we do not ask for such fanatical devotion. Un lettre that expresses your appreciation is enough. Et, for le reference futur, je prefer les Appletinis.  Merci for your support.

Bon nuit, et bonne chance,

Le Gros Chapeau”

Qu’en pensez vous? Good, non? Et mon sign0ff? “bon nuit et bonne chance”? I thought of it. Tres original. Hopefully this will halt all this unwanted mail. Je veux dire, I  mean, I’m running out of frames to mount all this mail.

C’est le end du AAA Cleaning!?

Wednesday, July 13th, 2011 - 4:31 pm
Filed Under: Le Gros Chapeau a vous!

Bonjour and good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. I, Le Gros Chapeau, am back in le business! By business, of course, je veux dire, I mean to talk about government office, in this case, le C. R. T. C. Oui, c’est le organization that regulates Canadian content, et… le teams heroes super! Oui! If you do not have enough content Canadian, you will receive no funding! Yes, you will be cut off!

Oui oui, le CRTC is mine!

Such is le news I had to deliver to la Gal Fantabulous today. For now that je suis back in control of le body du l’idiot Trojan Borscht, and  previously I have infiltrated le CRTC…

I have begun to use le CRTC in order to strike! I have revoked le funding du le team AAA Cleaning! That is right, le team du le Gal Fatabulous that I was once le part of.

Maintenent, she will have no choice but to shut down AAA Cleaning! Be afraid, le Canada! Be very afraid!

Oui, c’est diabolique! Muahahahahaaaa!

A Dose of Reality… An Overdose, Really

Wednesday, July 13th, 2011 - 12:06 pm
Filed Under: TrojyTube: Trojy in a Box
 A Dose of Reality… An Overdose, Really - Superhero Comedy SeriesI don't think the tinfoil hat is even working. I might as well take it off... WHOOPS!

You Don’t HAVE To Be Crazy. . .

Monday, July 11th, 2011 - 4:51 pm
Filed Under: Rants
Follow me.

Down the hall and to the right.

I’ve been living a lie. I don’t know what’s come over me. I don’t know what to do with myself now. I don’t want to be a god, I don’t want to be Captain Euchre, I don’t want to be that insane Frenchman. I’m tired of the constant blackouts, and the split personality, and being crazy, but I’ve come to realize that, if I take away the crazy. . . That’s pretty much all I am.

I’m trying out sanity, for a change. It’s strange, how the entire world seems different when you’re sane. It’s actually kinda boring.

Things that suck when you’re lucid:
-Living in a junk room with no bathroom. I don’t even know what this room is for. I think it’s a boiler room or something. I’ve been sleeping on a pile of shredded paper in the corner. I have no shower, no bathroom, and no kitchen. I’m practically a hobo with a webcam.

-Wearing a tinfoil hat. Okay, first, I don’t even know what I was thinking. Tinfoil is a conductor, so it would actually make any mind-control even worse. It doesn’t breathe, so my head is constantly sweating, which makes it itchy. It makes that crinkly sound every time I move. What the hell was I thinking?

-Blacking out. Hasn’t been happening as much lately, but there’s nothing fun about suddenly ending up somewhere else and having to account for missing time (and having to figure out where the hell you are and trying to get home). It’s like being in college during frosh week (I assume, because I can’t actually remember attending a college or experiencing frosh week. Which may mean something).

-Unexpected Emails from “Sucker.” I mean, the penis enlarging Nigerian prince telling me to download Adobe is annoying enough. I don’t know who or what Sucker is, though I do know that I’ve been following his (her? its?) orders for as long as I can remember, even though I don’t know why! Clearly, I am (or was) some sort of pawn in Sucker’s game, but how does that relate to my blackouts? Am I Sucker’s pawn when I’m being mind-controlled, and free now, or am I Sucker’s pawn now, with my blackouts being moments of freedom? And Nigeria is a constitutional republic anyway, so who the hell is this so-called “prince?” Is he planning a coup?

-Being a religious figure. The work, the planning, the bureaucracy, the ridiculous clothes, the angry tirades from insane cultists who think they know your teachings better than you do –who in their right mind would want to deal with that? This must be why God doesn’t talk to us anymore.

-Michael Bay movies. Seriously! What the fuck?!

Less of an Ivy League, more of a Community College

Thursday, July 7th, 2011 - 3:32 pm
Filed Under: Rants

As I enjoyed the deliciousness of my freshly poured cup of guava juice, I began to reflect on the letters I received from my so called minions. And they just made me so angry that I felt they warranted a reply. So, I drafted a letter and sent it to the warden of Don Jail, the oldest – and therefore stinkiest – jail in Toronto! Actually, it’s more of a community college rather than an Ivy League University. Boom!

Anyways, here’s the letter:

Being a god means that people take the time to write.

Wednesday, July 6th, 2011 - 12:08 pm
Filed Under: TrojyTube: Trojy in a Box
 Being a god means that people take the time to write. - Superhero Comedy SeriesMy worshipers are sending me fan-mail!

The Boom Manifesto

Monday, July 4th, 2011 - 3:12 pm
Filed Under: Rants

Boom and greetings, my minions.

Since I am still awaiting for the approval and support of the masses, I have taken it upon myself to compose a manifesto so as to more clearly and accurately profess the gospel of Evil Trojan Borscht: “Boom”.

Boom

1. Thou shall not wear hats.

As stated in my previous message to you, hats are not welcome unless they are made of tinfoil and worn by a God who is me.

2. Thou shall adopt popular American nu-metal band Saliva’s “Click Click Boom” as thy personal anthem.

Every day, once at night and once in the morning, thou must recite the chorus to this Godly song that perfectly encapsulates the essence of Boom:

Click Click Boom!
I’m comin’ down on the stereo, hear me on the radio
Click Click Boom!
I’m comin’ down with the new style and you know it’s buck wild
Click Click Boom!
I’m on the radio station TOUR around the nation leaving the scene in devastation

3. Thou shall not misuse the name of Evil Trojan Borscht, your God.

Don’t call me Captain Euchre.

4. Boom.

Self-explanatory.

That is all my children! Following these commandments will ensure you live your life by the gospel of Boom and in service to your God: me.  Go now and spread the word of Boom!

Boom. That is all.

Can’t Spell “Evil Dominion” Without “Minion”

Thursday, June 23rd, 2011 - 1:01 pm
Filed Under: TrojyTube: Trojy in a Box
 Can’t Spell “Evil Dominion” Without “Minion” - Superhero Comedy SeriesI ask only that you take up your cowbells and follow me! Boom.

God of Battle (of the Bands)

Saturday, June 18th, 2011 - 1:11 pm
Filed Under: Rants

Boom and greetings, my followers.

If you have been following my videos, you know that I have revealed myself to be a god.

As an addendum –or Goddendum– to my previous gospel teachings, I have decided that all hats that are not made of tinfoil and worn by a god who is me are profane and must be destroyed. Especially the cutesy little ones with a flashing red mind-control light. Hats corrupt the people who wear them and force them to do terrible, unspeakable things. Things like eating poutine, or calling unnecessary press conferences that interrupt your favourite show.

The Devo Hat

Hats Without Men

In the world of hats, there are none more distinctive and horrible than those worn by DEVO. Look at them! I can’t understand them: are they traffic cones? Representations of unholy ziggurats?! The head of the robot from The Black Hole?!? See how they have corrupted the people who wear them, who claim to not even be Men anymore?

But I’m getting ahead of myself: after realizing that I am a god (who hates hats), I needed to learn more. So, like any self-respecting god, I turned to the All-Knowing, All-Seeing Well of Omniscience.

Google tells me that tonight, “Cults” will appear at Dundas Square in Toronto. This is important to me, seeing that I am now a god and thus require worshippers. Surely, one of these cults must be in the market for new leadership. Coming after these cults will be “Men Without Hats.” This is excellent, for it was only in casting off the mind-controlling Hat of Le Gros Chapeau that I was able to truly understand my god-like godness.

But then –terror of terrors– these Men without Hats will be followed by none other than DEVO themselves! Surely, this is a call to arms! Surely the hatless cultists of Evil Trojan Borscht are called to put an end to the tyrannical rule of DEVO! We will go outside, and we will whip them, and then we will dance, if we want to!

All Aboard The Wor-Ship… NOW

Tuesday, June 14th, 2011 - 6:56 am
Filed Under: TrojyTube: Trojy in a Box
 All Aboard The Wor-Ship… NOW - Superhero Comedy SeriesThere but for the grace of I go I...

Bin Boil Bat Time!

Monday, June 13th, 2011 - 2:54 pm
Filed Under: Rants

Bzzt…

Bzt.

C’est moi, le Chapeau Gros!

C’est…

Bzzzzzt…

It’s me, Trojy. At least, I think it’s me! At least, I’m the me that doesn’t know who me is. At least, I think I don’t… No, wait—

Bzzzzt…

Ah, L’idiot Borsht Trojan! You must stop resisting le signal mind control du l’evil! No, c’est pas –

Bzzt. Bzzt.

It’s coming in from my head. My head my head my head. I have to block the signal. Block the signal, block the signal…

I’ve been trying ways of blocking the signal and stopping the blackouts. I turned the TV around so it couldn’t see me. I stopped shampooing my helmet hair. I stayed submerged for over an hour, breathing through a complicated series of straws. I only ate strawberries for a day. Okay, that was just cool it had nothing to do with the mind control.

But each time the buzzing in my… Bzzt …the buzzing in my head… Bzzt Bzt …in my head would get worse and I would black out, only to find something terrible has happened. Like… ALL THE STRAWBERRIES WERE GONE!!!1

Bzzt Bzzzzt

Je t’aime le Berries du Straw! Et, now I must continue le plan evil du master—

Bzzt! BZZZZZZT!

No! Keep it together, Trojy! There’s only one thing left to try! One thing to keep these voices out of my head. And it rhymes with Bin Boil Bat!

Tights and Fights, funny, super hero, super, villain, Evil Trojan Borscht

Tee Hee.

Here goes…

AAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!1

Special Delivery: Evil Delicious Love!

Wednesday, June 1st, 2011 - 1:57 pm
Filed Under: Rants

Even though I’m struggling with the recent revelation that I have a split personality who seems to have a fondness for Jerry Lewis, I thought that I needed something to take my (Should I say ‘our’?) mind of it for a few, lucid, un-mind-controlly moments.

Well, “Operation: Lure Fantabulous Gal Into My Web Of Villainy And Awesomeness” hasn’t been going so well. Maybe shortening the name would help? But never fear, minions, when you’ve been plotting world domination as long as I have, you get used to a few setbacks.  Resilience-face!

The puppy plan turned out to be a giant fail.  Oh, it did make the news and I hear Fantabulous Gal saw it.  Or rather, it was on in the background at a house she was cleaning.  But apparently when you spell “FANTABULOUS GAL, WILL YOU BE MINE? FROM EVIL TROJAN BORSCHT! LOVEY-DOVEYFACE!” on a bunch of hyper puppies that run around and get themselves mixed up, it ends up spelling something pretty filthy.  Puppies are good at anagrams – who knew?  Still, you gotta admire how they thwarted my plans.  Those little mutts will make great villains someday.

ANYWAY, I decided I needed to be a little more obvious in my pursuit of that beautiful blonde-haired superhero.  And what says “obvious” better than a hinty, almost anonymous gift?  I’m giving her the gift of… borscht.

This is what love tastes like...

Now I want to offer my devoted readers/aspiring villains a tip, since I know you are so impressed with my ingenious idea that you will soon be sending canned goods to your own special someone too.  After all, that’s how Popeye got Olive Oyl.  You think Popeye wasn’t really an evil super villain?  Ha! Ha, ha!  How little you know! Here’s the tip:

Shop around.

Finding a good courier is… well, it’s actually harder than world domination.  The first guy slammed the phone receiver in my ear when I said I wanted him to deliver a can of soup.  Ear-ache Face.  The second guy didn’t know what borscht was (kids today!) and was going to call the cops on me.  I think he thought “borscht” was code for human trafficking or something. The joke’s on him, I already have a courier company for that task.

The third company said they would do it, but it would cost me $792 and the package would be detoured through Thailand and Antarctica before being delivered eight months later.  I know canned goods have a long shelf life, but that seems a bit much, no?  It would totally ruin my plans to have a “third date” with Fantabulous Gal by the end of the week. But in our case, what with all the mind controlly stuff going on, I’m going to propose we skip dates one and two. That was always Barry’s move.

So black out, black out… yadda yadda yadda, and then I finally found a company listed in the back of one of those free daily papers.  The ad was tucked in between a couple of escort ads… and it was purely by accident that I happened to see it there.  It was a company called Purogator.  Turns out it’s just a bunch of sewer-dwelling alligators that run a courier business on the side.  Which is pretty brilliant, if you think about it. Travelling by sewer is way more efficient than regular transit, plus it’s dark and creepy. Impressed-face.

So, if my calculations are correct, a delicious can of borscht should be showing up on Fantabulous Gal’s doorstep right… now!  Now all I have to do is wait for her to get here.

It was either soup or a box of Trojans… hmm, on second thought, maybe that was the way to go?  Oh, well.

That was tooo weeird!

Wednesday, May 25th, 2011 - 11:37 am
Filed Under: TrojyTube: Trojy in a Box
 That was tooo weeird! - Superhero Comedy SeriesI think my mind is under control. Who am I? Who is Le Gros Chapeau? And how cute is this hat? :((((

Un Gros Secret

Tuesday, May 24th, 2011 - 10:36 am
Filed Under: TrojyTube: Trojy in a Box
 Un Gros Secret - Superhero Comedy SeriesJ'avais un announcement to make. . .

Crime of Puppy Passion

Thursday, May 19th, 2011 - 1:26 pm
Filed Under: Rants

Tiny agents of mayhem

Ah spring!  Wet, muddy and dismal, yet still, it makes a young
supervillain’s fancy turn to thoughts of love.

Recently, I woke up in a mysterious bathroom and as I was bravely waving my arms and running away, I noticed that I was with none other than that delightful maiden Fantabulous Gal.  And… I took fate in both hands and one foot (I have very useful toes!) and kissed her! And then… nothing. Even now, I’m not sure if that was that reality, or some kind of weird dream.  It’s getting harder and harder to tell!  Confused-face!

Ever since then, I can’t seem to get her out of my mind.  But she
won’t take my calls!  Or spam email with viruses that make her computer order flowers for her using her banking information!  I guess I can’t blame her too much.  Now that she’s an entrepreneurial young businessperson, she must be too busy
for silly things like romance.  And promises of pictures of David hasselhoff naked.

So, I devised an ingeniously evil way to get her attention.  This
isn’t just a passing fancy.  I really like her!  And what better way
to show it, not with flowers or chocolates, but with crime! What’s not
sexy about crime?

What did I do?  I’m glad you asked!  I went to every pet store in
Toronto and stole every single puppy.  There must have been hundreds!
I had big baskets full of them.  And on the puppies I painted the out
the words – FANTABULOUS GAL, WILL YOU BE MINE? FROM EVIL TROJAN
BORSCHT! LOVEY-DOVEY FACE!  One letter on every puppy, spelled out
three times for good measure.

And then I let them loose on Yonge Street in downtown Toronto.  Oh the
havoc they caused!  There were at least five car crashes and several
pedestrian injuries (although no puppies were hurt, as far as I can
tell).  What glorious chaos!

This was my tribute to her.  Now I just have to wait for it to hit the
news.  Once she learns of the depths of my feelings for her, as well
as my evil insanity, surely she’ll fall into my arms!
Anticipation-face!

Oui, c’est le worst thing that could have happened

Thursday, May 12th, 2011 - 1:19 pm
Filed Under: TrojyTube: Trojy in a Box
 Oui, c’est le worst thing that could have happened - Superhero Comedy SeriesJe ne pas have le pants tent pour le Gal Fantbulice!

Being a Useless Henchman for Dummies

Saturday, May 7th, 2011 - 1:40 pm
Filed Under: Uncategorized

Greetings, my evil minions! Today is a good day for you all. Smiley-face!

In these troubled economic times, a career in the henchmen industry is becoming increasingly popular. After all, what other job lets you commit acts of evil and terror against an unsuspecting populace, or lets you indulge in the worst, most cruel and heinous aspects of your personality? Other than a Conservative Party staffer. Harper-face!

Look upon his evil face, and DESPAIR!

“But Trojy,” you may be asking, “how do I break into this fast-paced and quickly-growing industry?”  First of all, stop interrupting me. Secondly, I can’t offer you any tips on that front, but I can help you to keep that lucrative job in mindless thuggery, and make sure you avoid getting executed by your supervillain employer for incompetence. (Most villains these days have a Summary Disintegration Cause in the contracts for all their henchmen, that how you know they’re legit!) Here are five easy ways to make sure you keep that job and survive to fight super heroes in the years to come!

Aiming is Not Necessary

Too many henchmen, especially these days, waste too much time in aiming down their sights and trying to focus in on the super hero they are attacking before firing. It’s a recent trend that is just much more trouble than it’s worth; by the time you’ve gotten a bead on the six-foot-tall barrel-chested flying brick who can bend steel with his bare hands, he’ll already have beaten you up, and left you another faceless casualty in the fight between good and evil.

One such scholar, the venerable Warboss Gitsmasha, demonstrating the principle in question.

No, what you want to do when seeing a super hero is immediately fire uncontrollably from the hip with whatever weapon your employer has provided you. The best super villains will give you something fully automatic, something you can solve lots of problems with all at once! This principle is known amongst renowned scholars as “dakka”, and you can never have enough of it! Don’t bother to aim, just hold the trigger and let the cloud of bullets do their work. Then, when you fail to hit anything, it’s the bullets fault, isn’t it?

Fighting Fair

Often times, when you and your small army of fellow mooks are out doing your evil master’s bidding, you may stumble upon a super hero trying to foil his/her/its evil scheme. When that happens, the right thing to do is attack the hero one at a time. Sure, you may be able to surround and overwhelm the hero with the sheer weight of evil numbers, but you’re a respectable henchman! You owe it to yourself to look good before your employer, and if the rest of your comrades help, you won’t get nearly as much of the credit! That’s why attacking one at a time is so important; it ensures that when you beat the hero, it’ll be your performance review that gets graded well!

Also, try and hang back until the rest of your fellows have had their shot before attacking. Not only will the hero be tired, you’ll also be able to learn some interesting details about their strategies, perfect for when fighting martial arts heroes. Their pain is your gain!

Appropriate Headgear

Often times, your villainous employer will supply you with henchmen-appropriate uniforms, particularly headgear. This may take the form of a gas mask, gimp mask, Nazi helmet, motorcycle helmet, or anything else your boss deems fashionable for his personal Legion of Terror.

Don't these gentlemen look very presentable? Helghast-face!

Always make sure you wear it at all times, it shows you have pride in your workplace and your leader’s diabolical plans. Uniform inspections are also something the professional modern super villain has been employing a lot. Too many young mooks, wearing their bright, cheerful smiley-faces, cut down, disintegrated in their prime (by their boss) because they forgot a small detail regarding their attire.

And don’t worry if it makes it impossible to see the super heroes (or unarmed civilians, as the case may be) that you are fighting! That means that anyone with invisibility will be helpless against you.

Oh, a quick tip, don’t be insulted when your super villain calls you by the wrong name, or perhaps even a number. You all do look alike – by design! And besides, if it is good enough for Dr. House and the woman known only as “17″ it is good enough for the likes of you.

Deathtrap Maintenance

Outside of being killed by the hero, killed by your employer, killed in a car-accident, killed by falling off a cliff, killed by being run over by a fruit stand, and killed by malfunctioning super weapon, deathtrap-based accidents are the #1 cause of henchmen death in the workplace. If your employer has set up deathtraps in his secret lair, make sure they are well-maintained and in good repair before being used. If necessary, you can test them by throwing one of your fellow henchies into the trap. Many more economical super villains use this as policy, so if you’re selected to be tossed into the tank full of bees, then know that you are doing your part to keep your workplace accident free!

On Super Heroines

These days, you may frequently come across superheroic do-gooders who are, in fact, women. If so, don’t be alarmed. A recent Statistics Canada survey found that nearly 56% of superheroes these days are female (or lady robots), so it’s to be expected. Don’t be surprised too if your employer sends you off on a foolhardy quest to capture said super heroine in order to lure out a male hero/make her his bride/elaborately contrived and ultimately pointless bondage scenario. It’s a perk of the job!

That being said, it’s really easy to get in trouble with these sorts of things, or even get sued for sexual harassment! Saddy-face. So always keep this in mind: never search the heroine in question for any knives, sharp objects, sonic screwdrivers or anything else she could use to escape. You may be faceless, gas-masked servants of an evil mad scientist trying to turn the population of Cape Breton Island into shambling radioactive horrors (no different than usual for Cape Breton Island, surely?), but be professional about it. No one likes a lawsuit, except for lawyers, and it’s not like she’ll be able to escape from his Fortress of Doom guarded by you stout fellows, right? Encouraging-face!

So, there you go, evil friends! Now put on your best jackboots and start going to those supervillain career fairs!

Friendship is for the Weak!

Monday, May 2nd, 2011 - 4:17 pm
Filed Under: Rants

Yes, in a climactic battle yesterday, The Plumber and I parted ways forever.  Though we’ve shared sorrows and adventure, we were torn apart by our affection for a young lady.  Fantabulous Gal, the blonde wig that launched a thousand… er… launched the end of my friendship with the Plumber. Typical!

But who was I kidding?

EPIC BATTLE!!!

Being sad, angry, and alone is the very essence of being a super villain.  Where would I be if I were happy and well-adjusted, hmm?  I’d be nobody!  I’d be living in a house, wearing a golf shirt, why I’d probably be cutting my lawn this very minute!  With a stupid smiley-face on for no good reason!  That’s what happens to people who have friends.

Let this be a warning to all other evildoers out there.  Hold onto your irrational anger!  Let rage and jealousy be your only allies!  You’ll only compromise your dreams of chaos and mass destruction if you let yourself be corrupted by friendship!

So goodbye, Plumber, and good riddance.

*sniff* Teary-eyed face.

I’ll always remember you!

Sidekick Sorrow is Lighter When Shared

Tuesday, April 26th, 2011 - 5:11 pm
Filed Under: Rants

Friends can be found in the strangest of places!  I woke up last week in the middle of a blanket fort in a damp, cluttered basement.  It was a funeral.  No, not my funeral!  It was a funeral for a sidekick. Yes, some poor soul was at that very moment going through the same pain and suffering I’ve had to endure since the loss of my beloved sidekick slash nuclear missile Barry. Lonely face@

A funeral!  Why didn’t I think of that?  I like to think I’m in touch with my emotions (or at least my emoticons), but let me tell YOU, I realized that I hadn’t really dealt with my feelings over the loss of poor Barry.  It turns out all I needed was a really good cry.  Puffy-eyed face!

And, that fateful night, I finally found someone who understands my pain!  His name is The Plumber.  Isn’t that one of the most evil supervillain names you’ve ever heard?  They’re always late, they make a horrible mess, they overcharge, and half the time they don’t fix anything properly, so you have to call them to do it all over again!  Abominable!  *shudder*

This Plumber and I have inspired each other to overcome our grief … by getting new sidekicks.  No one will ever replace Barry, but I think I need someone to, well, take his place so that I can move on.  I have so much love and evil left to share!

What kind of sidekick be best for Evil Trojan Borscht?  Perhaps someone with a sour cream based theme.  Or maybe someone who has a bowl for a costume.  The Plumber insists that an animal sidekick would be the most practical, but what kind of animal likes borsht?  Or uses condoms?

Er… don’t answer that. I don’t think I want to know.

I have been hat-tiquing! And what l’awesome hats I have found!

Thursday, April 14th, 2011 - 9:06 pm
Filed Under: Le Gros Chapeau a vous!

funny super hero comedy tights and fights hats

Salut! Bonjour!

C’est mois, Le Grod Chapeau! It is me, Le Chapeau Gros, using le blog du l’idiot Trojan Borscht to talk to all of you! C’est bein, non?

Oui. D’accords. Usually, what I do when I talk at vous is I tell you about how l’evil plans are going. This post du blog, this one is just about something near and dear to mons coeur… my heart.

Hats. Specifically, le activity known as ‘Hat-tiquing.’

On those rare days of bliss when I am not running between many of le teams hero super anglo which I have infiltrated, I like to relax by a nice afternoon spent looking for rare, unusual and vintage hats.

Being new to l’area Toronto, le capital du les maudit anglos, I have been told that le good hats are to be found dans le Niagara-on-le-Lake. And so, with my one day to myself, and L’idiot Trojan Borscht not in control, I headed off to see what hat-tique wonders I could fine.

funny super hero comedy tights and fights web series

Et borrowing le Ronin Force invisible jet, I made le trip dans pas le time!

It was une glorious afternoon, and as I made le rounds of le best hat-tique places (Merci for your advice du Twitter, mes ami!) I felt, for le first time since I was programmed into le brain du L’idiot Evil Trojan Borscht, I began to le relax. To… le breathe. I got into une conversation wonderful with une farmer knowledgable du les history of hats dans this area. Did you know that the Panama Hat helped avoid une war avec les États-Unis, er… c’est les United States dans anglais, dans le 1930′s? Non? I did not. C’est fascinating.

I also chatted with une lady old about le hats du pirates qui lived here just after le War du 1812. Dans this time, le pirates roamed le Lake Ontario, and they wore le tall hats, with une fish on the top, so the people that they were chasing would think that le fish were attacking them and be too scared to run away. It did not work. Non le pirates were laughed at and easily avoided. But worse, les pirates they had glued le fish hats to their heads, and now they could be easily discovered by le soliders anglo.

It is hard to hide while wearing une hat du fish. They were not clever like mois.

After some fun times Hat-tiquing dans l’afternoon, oui, and I had purchased many, many hat interesting, I came across let one hat, that looked very very… familiar. C’est le cowl du Major Faultline! Oui! Mais, it was not au current, non, it was old. It was faded. It was ripped et torn. Clearly, le Major Faultline he had lst his cowl at some point dans le past. Well, I paid le 30 cents for it! I now own a piece of le past… er, le present… er, perhaps le future because I do not think he has gone back in time and lost it yet.

But oh! What a wonderful day spent talking, discovering and purchasing le hats! Now, I must go back to le grind of pretending to be le “good guy.”

Et, I am not pleased to have to tell to Ronin Force that I forgot where I parked le Ronin Force invisible jet. Oui. I should have simply taken le Chapeau Coptor! Le maudit, stupid Le Gros Chapeau!

L’infiltration, c’est jolie

Monday, April 4th, 2011 - 1:22 pm
Filed Under: TrojyTube: Trojy in a Box
 L’infiltration, c’est jolie - Superhero Comedy SeriesNothing is more diabolical than l'infiltration, hein? Je suis "superhero poseur." And, avec mes nouvelles alliances, I will execute les grands plans de Monsieur Sucker. Hourra!

Ruminations On Being Thwarted

Thursday, March 31st, 2011 - 10:06 am
Filed Under: TrojyTube: Trojy in a Box
 Ruminations On Being Thwarted - Superhero Comedy SeriesIt is important from time to time to remember the great Evil Geniuses of yesteryear. Dracula. Gengis Khan. Elmer Fudd. . .

Faking it.

Monday, March 28th, 2011 - 3:44 pm
Filed Under: Rants

super hero, comedy, web series, transmediaAllo! Bonjour! Hello! Good-day!

Do not be fooled, for it is not the Idiot Trojan Borscht, but it is I, Le Gros Chapeau! C’est moi, Le Chapeau Gros!

I have been very busy these past few jours.

It is very difficult to fake heroics, oui. To pretend that I, Le Gros Chapeau, have any sympathy for the plight of les super-heros anglo. P-TOOIE

(Note to moi; turn away from the écran before expressing disgust.)

As I was saying, the faking of the super-heroism, c’est trés diffiçile. But, it is necessary. For such are the orders of mon glorious leader, SUCKER.

He has ordered me to infiltrate les teams de les super-heros anglo. He was non specifique as to which team I am supposed to infiltrate.

Alors, I, Le Gros Chapeau (moi, le Chapeau gros) shall be joining ALL les teams super-heros anglo.

MUAHAHAHAHA!

(Note to moi; I must develop a less evil laugh.)

Hehehe.

D’accord! C’est mieux.

Yes, c’est true –I, Le Gros Chapeau, Le Chapeau Gros, will be joining every team des super-heros anglo.

Some are more difficult than others, c’est vrai. Some of them, they have very high standards. Pas comme le Ronin Force.

Let me see, there is The Army Of Lite (I was quite hungover after that meeting. Lite Beer? Je ne pense pas!), The Not-At-All-Suspicious League (I do not trust them. They seem a little odd.), The Society of Just Ice (Mais, now that the Hockey Season is ending, they are only, as they say, in training), even le Poutine Patrol

(I am not a fan of le melted fromage, but les frites français sont tres belle).

Unfortunately, there is one team des super-heros that I was unable to join. Les Toronto Maple Leafs. Yes, they are a team des super-hero. You did not know? Ha! You did not really think they were an equippe de hockey, did you?

Shh! Tell L’Idiot nothing about me… LE GROS CHAPEAU!

Wednesday, March 16th, 2011 - 10:14 am
Filed Under: TrojyTube: Trojy in a Box
 Shh! Tell L’Idiot nothing about me… LE GROS CHAPEAU! - Superhero Comedy SeriesHave we met? I think non. Le idiot Le Trojan Borscht... he is le fired!

Rick Astley, Eat Your Heart Out!

Thursday, March 10th, 2011 - 10:06 am
Filed Under: TrojyTube: Trojy in a Box
 Rick Astley, Eat Your Heart Out! - Superhero Comedy SeriesWho knows more about terrifying an unsuspecting Internet public than Rick Astley? NOBODY, that's who. And it'll be a nuclear surprise for anyone who says otherwise.

Canada Post: THWARTED, thanks to Evil Trojan Borscht.

Friday, February 25th, 2011 - 11:07 am
Filed Under: TrojyTube: Trojy in a Box
 Canada Post: THWARTED, thanks to Evil Trojan Borscht. - Superhero Comedy SeriesToronto! Canada Post! When all those supervillains cry about not getting their mail, I will take the blame. Applause! Smiley Face! Thank you very much!

Time for a Change…maybe?

Thursday, February 24th, 2011 - 3:40 pm
Filed Under: Rants

My evil lair seems so empty without Barry here. All the equipment I used to keep my buddy ready to launch, meaningless now. Saddy-face.

It doesn’t help matters that my efforts to find a 2.0 version of Barry are being stalled by all these so-called laws and regulations about who, or how, or why someone can acquire nuclear weapons. Stupid arms-control treaties and intelligence community focus groups ensuring that access to nuclear weapons is highly prohibited. I mean, I’ve only ever launched one! That’s not even the worst track record regarding nuclear weapons, but I’m not allowed to have them!? How does that make sense?

If only Pearson had let the Americans keep nukes up here during the Cold War, I wouldn’t be having this problem! (Wikipedia FTW!)

Image of the Bomarc missile

Darn you, Lester B. Peacenik!

All those various bureaucracies must be a big drain on the taxpayer. Maybe someone needs to reduce the size of government and get rid of all these safeguards. That would reduce taxes and, most importantly, help make my lair feel a lot less lonely. Everybody wins! Well, except for poor people. But no one expects them to be happy in the first place.

If I can’t buy or steal a new best friend from a country, maybe another supervillain will give me one. Say, I wonder if Captain Strangelove is back in town yet…

I’m In The Mood For Nuke-ing…

Friday, February 18th, 2011 - 4:22 pm
Filed Under: Rants

Greetings puny people of Toronto! As you all well know I have had a little, shall we say, hiccup in my plans over the past while – no, I have not destroyed Toronto. But, as they say, I have gotten back on that nuclear horse, so to speak, and am in the midst of high-level negotiations with the hold function of many government officials’ phones – WORLDWIDE.

I have always believed that how a country chooses to put its callers on hold often speaks to its war-waging abilities, and as I’ve had so much time this week on aforementioned holds I would like to share my wisdom.

USA
Hold Music: War by Edwin Starr


‘War (What Is It Good For?)’

Talking to the Pentagon is not the easiest of thing to do. They can be very formal and militaristic (not like those Russians, they gave me quite the set of belly laughs) and frankly, what’s the point in dealing in weaponry if you’re not having a good time.

I believe that their choice of hold music is more about getting people on side than anything else. Obviously they have had to do some tweaking of the lyrics, most notably in the chorus line “War (huh) good God y’all, what is it good for? Absolutely nothing”. The words “absolutely nothing” are replaced by Secretary of State Hillary Clinton singing “helping the world to function”. Not exactly ground-breaking, but she hits those high notes like a pro!

RUSSIA
Hold Music: From Russia With Love (James Bond Movie Theme)


‘From Russia With Love’

Some might find this one a little confusing: why would the Russians have a song associated with general anti-Russian suave-ster James Bond? Because they have a sense of humour, that’s why (also, any traditional Russian song has mysterious chanting 3% deeper than the average non-Russian brain can handle).

I did get through to them in the end, but was having too much fun to complete a nuclear missile transaction. Rachmaninov!

KOREA (NORTH AND SOUTH)
Hold Music: Shake Your Booty by KC and the Sunshine Band


‘(Shake Shake Shake) Shake Your Booty’

Now it’s fairly clear to me that Korea is pretty much one country, but they got so worked up when I said that to them that I thought I’d better clarify it. Both “countries” have the same hold music: the classic 1976 hit “(Shake, Shake, Shake) Shake Your Booty) by KC and the Sunshine Band – this I believe is a song inherently interwined with the Korean peninsula’s political past.

North Korea have gone with “(Kim Jong-Il) Shake Your Booty”, while South Korea have gone with “(Freedom Rocks) Shake Your Booty”. Both classic interpretations of a classic song – but why can’t those crazy kids make it work?

After all, as KC himself once sang, “Don’t fight… the feeling. Give yourself a chance.”

Barry, you’re irreplaceable, but…

Friday, February 18th, 2011 - 10:21 am
Filed Under: TrojyTube: Trojy in a Box
 Barry, you’re irreplaceable, but… - Superhero Comedy SeriesI've got to get my hands on a new missile - but how?

Missing: One Thermonuclear Friend :(

Monday, February 14th, 2011 - 2:35 pm
Filed Under: TrojyTube: Trojy in a Box
 Missing: One Thermonuclear Friend :( - Superhero Comedy SeriesI'm not nuts about knots, and I really miss Barry. Sigh-ie Face!

IT’S KABOOM TIME!

Monday, January 31st, 2011 - 1:57 pm
Filed Under: TrojyTube: Trojy in a Box
 IT’S KABOOM TIME! - Superhero Comedy SeriesOkay, Barry. This is the moment we've been waiting for!

Do it now, or… BARRY!!!!!!!!!!!

Saturday, January 29th, 2011 - 4:00 pm
Filed Under: TrojyTube: Trojy in a Box
 Do it now, or… BARRY!!!!!!!!!!! - Superhero Comedy SeriesHello there, citizens of the Internet. Barry and I, Evil Trojan Borscht, have the evilest, vilest, most villainous ultimatum just for YOU! Bring me Captain Euchre, or ELSE. Why? Because none of you would properly acknowledge the Evil Trojan Borscht. I am not Captain Euchre, and this ultimatum proves it!!!!!!

Et tu, Dry Cleaning Lady? Et tu?

Wednesday, January 26th, 2011 - 12:15 pm
Filed Under: Rants

Evil Trojan Borscht, Dry Cleaning, Captain Euchre

So that’s how it’s done.

Anyway, I’m very, very upset this afternoon!

All this week its like everywhere I go I keep getting mistaken for that admittedly very handsome Captain Euchre! I look nothing like Captain Euchre! Except for the handsome part. Well, that’s what Barry thinks.

The other day, I was trying to rent a video, but I couldn’t convince the unpaid but University educated clerk that I wasn’t Captain Euchre! I suppose he used to rent there all the time, but he had a habit of not returning any movie involving Kurt Russell. I assume that was a strained attempt at humour! Disbelievingly Face!

And today… I’m due to be live on Twitter on my good friend Pop Scorn’s ‘tweet in’ show (7:00 PM EST where ever Twitter is available!) so I wanted to look my best. I polished up my armour (not as easy as it sounds – I did it from the inside) and then I took my tights to be dry cleaned. If you’re in the super business, whether hero or villain there’s only one dry cleaner who can be trusted. The woman known only as… Dry Cleaner Lady. I suppose if I ever asked her her name, then that’s how she would only be known. Maybe next visit.

It’s the one place where all supers go to smell nice…

Evil Trojan Borscht, Super Hero outfits, Dry Cleaning

I return to pick up my tights, and head home. It’s only once I’m back that I look at my dry cleaning. At first, I think that there’s been some sort of tragic bleaching accident, because my gorgeous and slimming black tights or now white! But then I see that I have recieved an entire, fresh as daisies outfit. And outfit belonging to CAPTAIN EUCHRE!!

I marched right back to the Dry Cleaning Lady, and patiently waited in line for her to deal with other costumers. Good thing she had an old copy of Eye Magazine on hand. (Side bar: I never read current Eye Magazine, just so I am able to read it at just such a situation.) When she was free, I marched right up to her and demanded she give me my rightful tights. She took the Eye Magazine out of my hand and smacked me upside the head! Told me to leave! ME!? I’m the victim!

And so, I have to do tonight’s performance using my unwashed back up pair of tights until I can somehow convince Dry Cleaning Lady that I am not Captain Euchre. I have some schemes in mind, but unfortunately they all involve driving a Mini Cooper through sewer tunnels. A car that I do not own, or have ever seen outside of a movie.

Sad face.

Be sure to tune in to my live show at 7!

WHAAA!!?? Now THIS is evil!

Tuesday, January 25th, 2011 - 12:20 pm
Filed Under: Rants

I was playing Lexulous with Barry, we got into an argument about the spelling of “haxor.” (As a quick aside, Barry… you were right.)

I googled it and came across… THIS!!

What is this? Why was Captain Euchre dressed up like me? Why was he calling himself me?

MY WORLD IS CRUMBING!!

Evil Weight Loss… Definitely Evil

Monday, January 24th, 2011 - 1:30 pm
Filed Under: Rants

This would be me. You know, if I wore pants. PANTS SUCK!

Greetings! Loosey weighty face!

For those of you who don’t follow the gossip papers – and if you don’t I commend you for being so evil, evil enough to say no to your Big Movie entertainment slave masters – I’m going to be the guest on a “Tweet In’ show this Wednesday. I’m told there’s details here. I don’t bother checking details. Details only get in the way of actual planning. And time better spent finger painting. I have a hard time getting the first knuckles to look just right. Barry says I’m a perfectionist. I say my paint brush is working hard enough.

Anyway, I’ve been noticing lately that my armour is getting a little snug. a little tight around the chestal areas. And the buttal regions. And in the beer gut environs. I can’t go live on twitter – for all the world to see, looking like this! It’s like Brad Pitt’s beard. It’s cool when you only see it in brief appearances between movie roles, but you’re not going to want to see it on the big screen! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be so mean to Angelina. I’m told some people like her.

So – I’m gonna lose weight like the dude in the picture at the top of the page. But how? Step one – buy gigantically over size pants – is well and truly behind me, so how to take my weight loss program to the next level? Surprisingly, if you Google “taking weight lose to the next level,” here’s what you get…

Apples are just onions that taste less... evilly.

So, I am weighing the decision to eat nothing but apples until the ‘tweet in’ show. But I’m not convinced.

I mean, look at this chart! Look at it! First of all, look at that guy’s eyes! There’s something ‘kill your gerbil’-y going on in that guy’s brain. You know, the brain you can see sticking out of his head. They say apples prevents dementia, but I think this guy’s long lost to us. Maybe he’s not really eating the apples as claimed? Maybe he’s hiding them under his tongue and then saying, “Oh no, doctor. I ate the apples.” And then the doctor, he’s all worried because his test subject doesn’t getting less dementia, but tons more. So he fakes the results so his Big Apple corporate masters keep paying him. (Evil!) Don’t believe me? It happens all the time in Britain.

What else are apples claimed to do? Make your heart GIANT SIZED! Bulgy eyed face. Look at the that honker he’s got in the middle of his chest! It’s bigger than his head! I think that’s where he hides the apples he’s not eating. If that’s true – there’s whole freaking orchard in there!!!

And now we get to the important part – apples, it is claimed, is good for prevention of overweight… what? What kinds of overweight stuff does it prevent? Very evasive, apple promotion people.

I’ll just stick to onions, thank you very much. I do not want to end up like this guy. Sure, he has decreased risk of cancer, but his lungs and colon are hanging outside of his body!!

So anyway… wait, what was I talking about? Oh forget it.

In Which I Get My Revenge!

Monday, January 17th, 2011 - 4:20 pm
Filed Under: TrojyTube: Trojy in a Box
 In Which I Get My Revenge! - Superhero Comedy SeriesI'm pretty sure I know who I'm not, ma'am!

Sleep Hacking! I AM AWESOME!!!!!!111

Monday, January 10th, 2011 - 5:25 pm
Filed Under: Rants

Greetings all!

Well, I had an interesting afternoon. And no, it was not binge watching old VHS copies of Twin Peeks with Barry. (Barry is a purest. He thinks that DVD’s look ‘tinny.’)

I don’t remember deciding to take a nap, but when I woke up and went on YouTube, I made an incredible discovery!

I discovered I was sleep hacking! That’s right, I’m so awesome (and evil, definitely evil) that I hacked into super heroes YouTube videos IN MY SLEEP! How you ask? Well, that’s a closely guarded secret. I know it only in my dreams – much like my torrid relationship with Mila Kunis, one of the few actresses with eyes as big as mine… with my goggles on! Bulgey eye face!

But I irdigress. Don’t believe that I was sleep hacking? Take a look for yourself!

There’s this one…

I don’t know what that heroic boob is going on about.

And this one…

Now that she’s changed her name, I will have an even easier time thwarting her – my lair only has one tiny throw rug, hardly enough to require a vacuum. And me, I’m dry clean only! Ha ha ha! Dry cleaning is evil, just ask the legions of Hollywood assistants.

And finally, this one…

I find this one especially intriguing. He appears to be selling toilets. Who buys toilets? In my experience, they just sort of appear in the corner of your lair as you emerge, blinking, from the back room. Anyway, I think I approved it quite a bit. I’m all about collaboration.

Are there anymore? I’m not sure. Perhaps. I don’t remember doing it, so maybe I don’t remember doing more.

And what am I talking about? Sounds cryptic. It must have been something I was dreaming. Except not a single mention of Mila Kunis, and Barry tells me I talk about her non stop. He should talk. Ever ever been around when a nuclear missile farts in his sleep? I can still smell the fall out.

Bean Bag Chairs Weigh Heavy on the Soul of Injustice

Friday, December 17th, 2010 - 9:17 pm
Filed Under: TrojyTube: Trojy in a Box
 Bean Bag Chairs Weigh Heavy on the Soul of Injustice - Superhero Comedy Seriesm sorry! I'm so, so sorry! If there's anyone out there who can help me figure out what my master plan is... friend me, we'll have eggnog and chat! Barry makes em strong! Sorry!

Super Villains Don’t Wear Santa Hats!

Thursday, December 9th, 2010 - 9:51 pm
Filed Under: Rants
For the love of all that is holy, do NOT leave out cookies! Photo Credit: Tijmz

Woah! Barry's is gonna have nightmares if he sees this!

Greetings, dear readers.

I am sure that many of you are curious about how we super villains spend the holidays.

It’s a fair question. Sadly, I have no answer, for I have no memory of any preceding Christmas. What are the traditions that super villains partake of during this festive time? Do we exchange presents? And if so, how many of them will explode/brainwash you/poison you in some nefarious fashion? Quite possibly all of the above.

I think, though, from my discussions with fellow super villains who frequent a place called “Starbucks” (no, I don’t expect you to have heard of this place. Only the truly evil go there) I am assured that those who are evil refuse to wear the traditional red hats. Unless you are a member of the band known only as Devo. They whip things – good – but I digress.

I have been invited to what has been explained to me as a holiday mixer. I am picturing a giant cement mixer, festooned with garlands and bows. If it is anything else, I shall be terribly disappointed.

As a super villain, what does one bring to such a mixer? I tried to bring a bomb, but I was assured that I couldn’t have Barry as my ‘plus one.’ I suppose I shall go empty handed and make a note for next year.

Wish my luck, reader minions!



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