The gift that didn't give much at all

Maybe I should hire the girl in the photo above.

As you saw, the bomb didn't work so well. I guess catching her by surprise doesn't really work. All I could see was her rip open the package, then she was cradling it. I never saw the girl move! Don't complain. I don't see you doing anything to help. If I were to guess, I bet some of you are enjoying it. Maybe I should just let her have at it!

I'm sorry. I'm just frustrated with the whole affair. Not that WE'RE having an affair, I mean the whole dealing-with-blogger thing. She doesn't seem to have had success with fending off mind control yet. I'm sure sure that's just a matter of time. My temporary boost is gone, so I'm just little old me again. More than enough for any of you, but not enough for her.

Magic works against most of us supertypes. Maybe, just maybe...

Well, I'm going to go blow off some steam. I've been offered a weekend away with some old friends. I'll let you know how it went when I get back.

Wonderful days

They were so wonderful. I was reminded how many people I have around me that love me, no matter who I am. No matter what I am.

It was good to give back when I helped Santa deliver gifts around the world. People always wonder how he does it by himself? He doesn't! He'll deny it, though. He's such a sweet old man.

While flying about delivering gifts, and my boosted powers were invaluable, I watched the soldiers in Iraq. Though there wasn't much to give, they did it anyway. Giving each other snacks or taking each others guard shifts so the other could call home. I really wish I could do something. It's tough knowing you could end the whole thing for them, but that's not why I'm here. I believe there is hope, though. If we lose that, then what do we have left?

Which brings me to Blogger. If she is able to accomplish what she is attempting, I'm not sure I will be able to do anything at all. I've prayed to God wondering how such a powerful being is allowed to exist with such a horrible purpose. If she does this, then I can do nothing. Our only saving grace seems to be that she has decided to keep to herself.

Merry Christmas!

I'll be out awhile. I gotta help Santa again this year. I swear that old man gets lazier every Christmas.

One of my favorite things

Like my new costume? I was excited to get it. I just hope it holds up better. I was told it would. I guess that's what a warranty is for, right? But that's not what I wanted to tell you about.

Most people would be of the opinion that the weather in Houston right now is bad. Pouring rain, high winds, and lightening. Of course, most people aren't as powerful as I am. Being a "human" lightening rod isn't something they'd much enjoy, or survive. My only regret is that I'm not fast enough to catch each one. I can encourage, however, and I did just that. Some where so large I was completely surrounded with energy. I was hit in so many directions. My fingers and toes tingled. When I arrived back at my apartment, I caught one of the local college boys watching me float down. I waved happily. I saw him mouth, "thank you" to the sky. At least his day was made brighter as well. I think Blogger would have enjoyed it as well.

Who says I never have a bit of fun?

I'm not trying to "one-up" the beautiful Blogger. (I'm soo glad she didn't kill anyone.) However, I sometimes I just can't help myself.

I was called in to calm a riot in France. After the last fiasco, they figured this one needed special attention, immediately. Annoyingly immediate. So immediate, I was in my tub. I was a bit miffed at that. I threw on my costume and darted out the door still wet. I knew it would dry in route. The exciting thing is, "in route" only took a minute and a half. I stopped over Paris in shock. It was exhilirating. I felt that it was close to my top end, but what a rush. Ironically, I had Blogger to thank for that. I also had Blogger to thank for that loss of my costume. I was dry, though.

I knew I couldn't be seen in public like this, but time was wasting. I cursed my luck as I watched one of the rioters toss a rock at an older woman. Time was up. I was going to have to do this in the buff. Dammit. Well, might as well use to my advantage...

I rocketed down in front of the woman, catching the rock. It shattered to powder without me squeezing. "Wow", I thought. I noticed no news crews, so I took the opportunity.

"Now, you people settle down before I have to raise my VOICE!" The crowd moaned and hit the ground. The surrounding buildings shook. I thanked the heavens that I didn't harm anyone after a quick scan through the crowd of 54 men. While they were scrambling to there feet, I appeared next to a construction site nearby.

"Perfect." I smiled. Taking a que from "Supergirl", I began throwing the steel javelins creating a makeshift prison around the confused crowd. In seconds I had another long pipe fused together and wrapped around the cage. Bringing the two ends in front of me, I gently pulled. The bar tightened like a shoestring around them.

"Are we going to settle a bit, now?" I asked. They protested. I tightened more pressing them all in against each other. The cage collapsed inward.

"Pleeeease?" I asked as I pulled in more. Eventually they were groaning for air. I quickly tied the string of steel. I pulled the ends to tighten the knot. I blew them a kiss goodbye to cool them down a bit and leapt into the sky just before the papparazzi showed up. I'll bet those gentlemen won't forget, though. Yes, I'm fully aware of the effect I have. All too aware.

Feeling a bit...vigorous, I launched myself into the sky and found me a nice, private volcano to bath in. Okay, so I went deeper, but I had to try! I have a feeling Blogger's boost won't stick. Ironic how I have to depend on her now for a power boost. I know she's gonna hold it over me...

Exhausted

I was speechless, as she can attest. For the first time in my life, I was exhausted. I would have posted sooner, but I fell asleep. You're confused, I know. How can I be exhausted when I got a power boost?

Simple. It still wasn't enough. I feel wonderful. I can fly again. Though, I think that would have come back sooner or later. I'm stronger, like the last time when I'd been working out. Only I don't have the muscles to show it. Fine by me. Despite the boost, she was too much. I fought her at some points, but it was useless. Her nipples, and tongue, hurt my teeth. Her hands went where they wanted despite my brief protests. They were so brief. She is perfect. I have to say it. I know this will disappoint many of you. I'm sorry. I simply can't deny how utterly perfect she has become.

Which is why I must destroy her. I don't know how. I will find a way. I have to. Please Goddess, help me.

Ouch

I didn't quite expect that kind of response from my crush. I'm not not sure why she'd want to crush me to the center of the Earth. Before I'd some brave comment to make, but I know she could do it. I simply can't ignore her. That leaves one other option for me. I'm so confused.

Weekend getaway, my eye.

Well, they tried. Nothing like a classic bank robbery to add excitment to an otherwise dull weekend of homework and laundry.

I tired my best not to cause too much wake running to the scene. Looking behind me I saw cars wavering, but they managed okay. I really wish my flying would come back. Funny what you take for granted. Anyway, a couple minutes later I was standing outside the front entrance. X-ray was working this time so I could scan around inside. I learned that the grand stand approach doesn't work much anymore. Criminals are becoming desensitized to the whole "superhero presence" bit.

No hostages, yet. If they knew I was there, they would try that. I used an old trick I learned from the Supergirl comics. I moved to the closest gunman, then the next, the next. To everyone inside I appeared in more than one place at the same time. I took all five down and waited for the last to come out of the vault.

Now, normally I just let them fire at me. Superhero presence doesn't work so much, but knowing that your best shot wasn't even noticed does. This time, unfortunately, it was. You'll never beleive this, but I was shot in the eye! I'm sure it was blind luck, but it hurt really bad. I rubbed at my eye insanely as he made a run for it. I was of mind enough to notice, thank goodness, and blew him to the floor. The police showed up right about then and I had to get out of there.

I couldn't beleive it! I had a shiner all Sunday. I tried to cover it up with, but it was so big for the first part of the day. I can see fine, at least. I won't go blind. What a wonderful start to the week.

Introductions/Confessions

Hello, my name is Ultragirl. Not my real name, of course, but that's going to have to do for you. That came out rude, didn't it? I'm sorry. Secret identities are a pain in the butt.

You can click my profile to learn some things about me. What it won't tell you is about my special abilities. I'm sure you can guess. There seems to be an epidemic of supergirls popping up. We all have our take on our powers, but bases are there. Super-strength, speed, invulnerability, blah, blah, blah. I found later on that I can increase my physical powers greatly if I'm able to hit the gym. Finding a gym is the problem. My old supergroup had one. They disbanded after we lost one of them. The JLA we weren't.

I ty to mantain a normal life. lately it's been taking it's toll. I'm rolling on 4 months without sleep. Not a wink. Because of that, my "extra" powers are blinking out. Not so bad until you take a nosedive into Antarctica. I did find out that my body makes a great bomb, though. The crater was huge. So, it's annoying, but not unnmanageable.

Now, for new crop of supergirls. I'm staying out of it. Though, there is one that may be unavoiadable. Baddies still have to be taken down. We'll see. What they don't seem to see, is that there is someone out there that can kick all our butts...together.

Blogger's power is simply cosmic in scale. She could kill us all if she wanted. We're not talking nation by nation. Think planetary scale. Even worse, it wouldn't be all that hard for her. She worries me, greatly. I've tried what she has tried. Jupiter's center? I can't make it. The bomb she shoved inside her? I don't think so. I think her "full charge" feeling is to make us feel better. I think it's not so much a feeling full as much as her realizing that's all our sun can provide. I think she inherently knows that if the universe can provide the power, she can use it. She just needs to know where to look. Let's hope she nevers finds it. Her name would surely be Goddess then.

Despite the danger she has become to us, I think I'm falling in love...