It's that time of year again. The time where people trek from all over the world to share in their love for similar things, like reading manual books on ruling the world or trading rare maps of super hero's lairs or even a place for collectors to come together and see what's the latest in villainous weaponry. It's a big deal. And supposedly I am the guest of honor for this year's Conference of Evil. I'm not quite sure what to think about that. I'm not innocent that's for sure. I left the toy world to face the real world and in my absence there was an apocalyptic nightmare. Everyone hates me as a result. Even after I brought the world back to it's regular balance! They still hate me! And now the villains of the world want to hear me speak. I just don't know diary. I just don't know.
Dear Diary, Do you smell that diary? It's fresh non-apocalyptic air! That's right! The world has returned to normal. We're back baby! Cities look the way they once were. I'm somehow living in my old apartment again. This makes sense of course considering Wayne Manor was destroyed this past winter. It's like the perfect do-over! I'm back and things are better than ever! -Miss M
Dear Diary, I love Mad Max. Those movies are wonderful. And while there might be a bit of a tarnished image of the man behind three of Max's outings, I still love the idea of a mashup of vehicles just tearing up the ground as foes and heroes fight. It reminds me of what I would do as a kid. I loved nothing more than recreating my own Mad Max style chases. I am not usually one to embrace adrenaline and action being such a girly vision before you, but I secretly like it. I secretly enjoy the danger and drama on the open road. So as I ride around in this big old dump truck with She-Ra behind the wheel, I can't help but think of the times where I'd pretend to be in a chain metal dress in a desert with my toys all around. Anyways, I've got to go diary. My life depends on it. For now, Miss M