March 21, 2006
Urgent, send backup
Whoa. WHOA. I think what we have brewing here is a good old-fashioned throwdown. (Warning: linked page has sound.)
I suppose we could be nemesisisises. Let's review:
Yep. I think I'd better make myself a cape, fashion an unlikely transport of some kind, and train Murray as a sidekick. It's go time! Metropolis must be saved!
Posted by hilatron at March 21, 2006 05:41 PM | TrackBackHi, I'm an occasional lurker, who is delurking because the anti-hilatron is too odd to be true. Are you SURE you didn't make her up? I like your blog because it's witty and down to earth: the other Hilatron is like the anti-blogger. What is it about people who like to go on about how insane they are and actually they just mean they giggle too much and want to be cheerleaders. Sigh.
Posted by: The B at March 29, 2006 05:35 PMThere is room in this universe for only one Hilatron: This Hilatron. Once Hilatron perfection has been achieved (and it has -- and don't ask how I know) the generation of further Hilatrons becomes a highly dangerous undertaking, upsetting to the Balance of Reality.
Exterminate the imposter!
She's 23 and has a husband? She wants to be a cheerleader? No! Nooooooooooooooooooo!
Posted by: Doombot at April 3, 2006 03:03 PMCheerleading? My God, I'm going to hurl. I came here one day for the story about hiccups, and never left. I can't imagine that anyone whose lifelong ambition is cheerleading could possibly compete with the neurotic hilarity that is Hilatron. I have found myself reading your old posts from the beginning, just to get through the day at work. I'm up to August 2003! That either means you are to good to put down, or that my job really sucks... I think a little of both, but mostly it's you. So go you! Keep up the awesomeness I've come to depend on.
Posted by: Joy at April 4, 2006 04:46 PM