So this morning I woke up feeling even more evil than normal. Evil enough to say "Screw my ordinary everyday conquer North America villainy. I'm moving to full-blown destroy the Earthvillainy." Declaring this to my wife, I trotted down to the lair and my brand-spanking-new Make-The-Sun-Go-Nova-Mat (purchased, obviously in Fremont, California) and began the ignition sequence.
But, just as Mrs. R. andI were about to get into the teleporter and head for Alpha Centauri, I got news that caused me to abort the sequence. What was that news, you ask?
Was (Not Was) has a new album. Can't obliterate Earth on a day when that is true.