Evil not spoken here.
Although this cache was originally placed by an evil super
genius (and he should get all credit for the hide and the
awesome idea) it is no longer a cache meant to diminish your
self-esteem or ferment self-doubt in your heart. I see
it as a cache that can bring you great joy and put a smile on
your face once you find it.
Consider it a way to rid the world
of evil.
Original Cache description
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Here's a simple little microcache to
celebrate the graduation of our new colleague, Dr. Imso Evil, into
the ranks of the Evil Super Genius Society. To give everyone
a little respite from his delightfully evil Microstop series, I'll
make this one a little easier. Or maybe I'll make it harder -
you just never can tell when you're dealing with an evil super
genius, after all. It's actually right there, in the Evil
Super Genius Handbook - "At all times, Evil Super Geniuses should
endeavor to act in unpredictable ways, so as to torment and confuse
their archenemies."
By now, you all know the
drill. This is another cache designed to diminish your
self-esteem and foment self-doubt in your heart. That's the
sort of social message Evil Super Geniuses like!
This is a micro-cache, hidden in a
public location. Naturally, it's a reasonably well traveled
area. You'll have to be discreet, or at least try to be
discreet. And if you can't be discreet, perhaps you can be
discrete. I don't actually care what you do, as long as you
scream in frustration and drive up the stock price of the headache
remedy companies. (I am now fully invested, of course. A
little profit is not a bad thing!)
There's no trading. People who
have found Die
Kunst der Fuge (The Art of the Fugue) didn't seem to be
engaging in much trading, and I still find the whole concept of
take something, leave something vaguely revolting.
Besides, this one is easy, so you don't really deserve any sort of
reward for finding it.
There's a little log sheet with room
for the date and your name. There's no room for the usual
self-congratulatory drivel that geocachers usually write in log
books, and if you feel some disgusting urge to emulate Kenneth and
commit your poetry to paper, please do us all a favor and do it
somewhere else. If you see Miriam, try to drive up as close
as you can before you honk your horn, and see if you can make her
jump.
You'll need to bring your own fine
point pen, because I'm tired of mugging little old ladies and
stealing their purses just to get pens. This is a
micro-cache, anyway, and there's no ROOM for a pen or
pencil!
Remember, now. Microcaches can be
hard. If I may borrow a clever little turn of phrase from my
newest converts, LucyandRickie, "No hissy fits
allowed."