Castle Evil

Dr. Evil is a wealthy business man who likes to brag to his best friend and body-guard Lou, that he owned Starbucks. Dr. Evil’s wife was called Buffy, but her real name is Jody.  Buffy seemed to suit her air-headed personality better than Jody. Dr. Evil had lost most of his hair.  He had gained middle-aged weight.  Along with his declining appearance, he began to wonder if his wife was having an affair?

All the signs were there in the way she sang about other men, and no longer about him. Had she grown tired of him? Would she leave him for a younger man?

Buffy sang in a church choir, but she was so young, just 22, and he was close to 40.

He would hear her singing in the garden while she tended her flowers and plants. Was that another man she was singing about, and was his name Javier?


Dr. Evil had a small yellow canary, whom he kept in a cage made of solid gold. The canary was named Peppe, and he could communicate with Dr. Evil by telepathy.

Dr. Evil opened the door to Peppe’s cage with great resolve. “Go, my little friend, and follow Buffy from a discreet distance whenever she goes out.”

“I understand you, Dr. Evil,” said the tiny yellow bird, “and I will obey.”

The canary was not a familiar, he was a human named Michael, trapped in a bird’s body.

January 2005

Dr. Evil arrived home earlier then expected from his European Business Trip. Buffy picked him up at the airport, and helped him unpack.

“I put all your shoes on the shoe tree.”

“Yes, Darling Buffy.”

“I got you Kentucky Fried Chicken for Dinner.”

“Yes, Darling Buffy.”

“I have a plant outside with 42 flowers on it.”

“Yes, Darling Buffy.”

Buffy, is such a sweet adorable child, thought Dr. Evil, but she has no idea of my existential despair.

“Oh, and Woodleaf stopped by.”

“Oh, really?” replied Dr. Evil, beginning to show some slight interest in what she was saying, “What did he have to say?”

“He has a new girlfriend. He broke up with Macy.”

“Oh, and how is Macy?” asks Dr. Evil, trying to sound casual.

“No one knows, apparently she’s missing.”

Macy got very depressed after she broke up with Woodleaf, she stopped communicating with her friends so they would think she was missing, but it was all a ploy for sympathy.

Macy decided she would go back to school and get a degree in Public Relations and then disguise herself as a PR to fool Woodleaf. In this way she could stay in touch with him and be the first to know about his plans and projects which he called his Art. She would convince Woodleaf to hire her as a media rep, by volunteering to work for free.

July 17, 2004

Before all opportunities were lost, Macy spoke of lost opportunities, but back then they were not really lost, yet. The problem was Macy was questioning her commitment to her line of work. If the desire to improve does not come from the client, then is it worth placing energy into such a project as it would take to either create or revamp a public image? How much time and energy could she commit to the Organization or to Woodleaf?


View from the San Francisco House

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