I've noticed that the oversized people have certain others that are special. They can do things that other apparently can't do. Two are especially interesting. The first is this especially oversized person that dresses in tight blue and red with a red cape. He can fly. I've heard others talk about him often, but for whatever reason they think I tell good jokes about him. Someday perhaps I'll talk with this Stupidman. The other is a particular favorite of mom and dad's. He too wears a tight red and blue outfit, but with black lines everywhere and a mask. He is known as Spyerman. I think they will be useful to me when I rule the world.
As I mentioned in my past log, I have been learning the language of the oversized people. But the silly people overcomplicate it. I've tried to show them how to simplify their language, which I think they call "Say", but they won't listen. They add too many extra words. "The", "a/an", "for", "need"... For instance, if my fluffy puppy (which, by the way, still refuses to speak with me) needs a bath, there's no need for all this "The puppy needs a bath" stuff. So I try to teach them "puppy bath", but they are slow at picking up on the concept.
I was unable to confiscate any of the images from daddy's high-tech image capturing device, but I was able to be sneaky with the next best thing. Daddy used his high-tech multiple image capturing device to get the video below. I managed to find the link to it and place it here! Watching it will show you two things. First, I've begun mastering their primitive language. For quite some time, I was able to demand the things I wanted with just screams. They've become more stubborn now, leaving me no choice but to amaze them with words. I get my way still, so that is all that matters. Second, I've had to work harder to keep daddy in his place. His job is to capture images; the oversized girl's job is to capture video. One would think I wouldn't have to micro-manage so much after all this time with them, but oversize people will be oversized people.
Yes, you are reading an actual update. I was banned from the computer for too long. I think that since daddy wasn't into his as much, he thought I shouldn't be either. ...I didn't even know he knew about my little journal. But since he's decided to go back to being daddy-everyday-blogger, I decided that there was no reason I shouldn't let you in on what really goes on around here. The whole global ice-age has returned again. The whole gift-giving time went by with warm weather as usual, so I thought it was a fluke last year. But as you can see, white fluff has covered the ground. I played my part in fighting off the ice-age threat by digging out as much as I could, but that's hard work!
Not exactly a revolutionary entry, but I don't want to tip my hand too early. I've learned the first rule in taking over the world: don't tell everyone everything about it!
I keep hearing about the need for this concept called money. There seems to be some disagreement on what money actually is though. I've seen green paper called money. I've seen little plastic cards that seem to serve the same function. Then there are these colorful papers that I've seen dad write on that he uses for money. I've tried several times to grab his wallet, where he keeps his green paper and plastic cards. I've been pretty successful too, but he always catches me before I get away with it. I've managed to get my hands on the paper book thingy once, but got caught with that too.
I've heard of this game called pool, which has nothing to do with a pool. I'm pretty good with sticks though, and in this game I'm actually allowed to hit things with it! They called me a pool shark... I'm even more confused now, because not only are we not in a pool, I don't see any shark fishies anywhere, except in dad's fishie tank. I was hearing rumors of winning "money" here though, so I'm going to give it a shot.
