Curses! Foiled again!

Six, who blogs at The Warrior Class, sprayed a little common sense on yesterday's Big Brother Is Watching My Dog post.  I'd like to think that I'm soooo important that the authorities data-mined their secret database of secret stuff to figure it all out, but they probably just asked my neighbors.  Kind of a disappointment.  Maybe someday I'll be subversive enough to merit more than just an occasional traffic ticket, but I guess I ain't there yet.  A man has to have goals, ya know.

On the bright side, this means they're probably not onto my secret identity as a nocturnal crime-fighting hippie-kicking caped superhero...

Your neatly combed hair and spiderman suit don't fool me, hippie.
I'm still comin' after you!

**UPDATE**
There's some confusion brewing in the comments.  Ahem, let me be clear.  I AM NOT SPIDERMAN.  Nor am I Aquaman and never will I be.  For one, I'm straight.  Secondly, I have crappy form when I swim so I get tired pretty fast and lobsters never do what I tell them.  So screw them and all the other undersea critters.  I am innominatus, the generic superhero.  This grotesque semihuman abomination pictured above is my nemesis.  'Cuz every superhero needs a nemesis as Frank J. made so clear yesterday.

I hope we're all clear on this now.