In the interests of being easy on myself during this, the busy school season, I am going to rattle off some easy superheroes for a couple weeks. Instead of thinking up new characters and ideas, I’m going to use draw sketches of characters that already exist in my notes for my Hover Head stories.

The New Superhero Team was founded by Ms. Super Robot Rocket Girl, a former member of the Team of Superheroes. Ms. Super Robot Rocket Girl decided that the most logical reason to be a superhero is to become famous and live like celebrities. The rest of the team didn’t want to go along with that, so Ms. Super Robot Rocket Girl went off to found her own team. Here are some of the members:

Queen Stronga

Queen Stronga, the queen of Strongania, is one strong queen. Stronga is used to the finest things in live, but she is not some pampered royal. Having been ritually bathed in space steroids since she was an infant, Stronga is fully capable of punching a hole in a diamond guillotine and could easily shrug off the blast from a dozen exploding powder kegs. Long Live The Queen.

The Foggy Knight

Fogbert G. Knight starred in so many martial arts movies that he suddenly became a real martial art master. Now he has the mystical ability to melt into shadows and has a sword that can sense the blood of enemies. Foggy Knight does his own stunts.

Between work and school and trying to keep on top of SecGov Robots and the next year’s batch of Phone Guyses, I’ve had little time for ordinary posts on the site lately. Well, for one of my classes I had to produce a few “found poems” so I might as well throw them up on here, right? The correct answer is “right”.

Friendspeak (a found poem made from lines of texts between Marq and me)

I have a new phone.
It is one of those technology phones.
Consarnit.
I will still get the message in a robotic voice.
I am in Dartmouth.
Sports Entertainment.
Where will Kip be at?
Plenty of time, I suppose.
Yeppp.
I just now got your song picture.
Huggable angel statues.
A Larry David-looking guy’s car broke down in the rotary.
Traffic is nuts. I will be late.

Trust Us, We Are Human (a found poem made from Spam comments on This Very Website)

Oakland survived a shaky night.
We fix it.
Hardly is it possible to imagine that more such good exists.
I believe it’s just the way you search
within the mirror, not the amount.
What they did to him was senseless.
So do not be much too difficult on your self.
Do whatever you can
plus the relaxation will get the job done alone out.

Precognitive Robot (a found poem made from Kip’s text prediction application, which attempts to determine what you are trying to type before you finish.)

Dissidents,
Fairfax Hoffman’s
beforehand optioned.
Friday.
Sainsbury heights.
Yuri unstated,
Shenzhen good-looking.
Fifth liftoff urged Uhura
watch outright hunch.
Diuretic Puget
degree Nikkei.
proprio pointed
fight.