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Sep. 13th, 2008 06:59 pmToday I went to Chester to buy a Cheshire Cat. (That thought amused me all the way on the train. Little things...) I saw him before Christmas in a garden centre but let myself be talked into putting him on the Christmas list instead of buying him immediately. And of course, there was no Cat on Christmas Day and it's taken me since then to find an actual shop selling them so I could ask them to order one in. So yay! He's worth the nine month wait and the money that I really shouldn't be spending on silly things right now. £16.00 over nine months isn't exactly much. ;) The whole Disney Traditions collection is beautiful: there's more of them here. I love the Peter Pan over Neverland. Maybe it's worth trying again with the Christmas list option and I can point them toward the shop that'll order them in now... The dinky little Jolly Roger is so freaking cute.
You know, one day I'm going to have a house full of the randomest things. If I can ever afford a house after emptying my bank account over so much randomness.
Although! Worryingly, when idly contemplating the shelf above my desk earlier wondering if there was space for the new Cat, I was quite alarmed to find myself looking at this.
...Don't see it? Look closer. Last time I was in London, I snitched the little plastic guitar-spike that held my Hard Rock Cafe burger together because it was cute and you know, free Hard Rock souvenirs! I discovered it again a few weeks ago at the bottom of my bag and, after trial-and-error, found that Jack's skeleton fingers curled around just right to hold it.
BUT IT WAS A PLOT. It seems he set the whole thing up because he was annoyed at Captain Jack (WHY IS THERE NO SOLIDARITY BETWEEN THE JACKS OF THE WORLD? I need to buy a Jack Sparrow; war will break lose in my bedroom) snuggling so close to Sally and Hard Rock Cafe burger-holders are in fact perfect stabbing devices for action figures. Who knew?
Wesley is lurking ominously too. I found Captain Jack's blaster so he returned Wesley's crossbow but I think there's some lingering anger there. Also, you get a cookie if you can spot what Wesley's pink bike helmet is hiding. I've broken that hand off at least three times and reglued it.
Today was lovely. I was in such a good mood anyway and then the weather was ridiculously nice and even though I missed the first bus and had to wait an hour, the bus stop is right outside my house so it wasn't exactly a downside to have an extra hour to finish my coffee. And it's been so long since I've been on a solo shopping trip, I'd forgotten how much more satisfying it is. Mmmm.
You know, my mood has much improved since Thursday which, perhaps not coincidentally, is when my parents left to go on holiday. There are other factors that stopped me being such a miserable sod as I was earlier in the week but the peace and quiet to leave dirty mugs out of the dishwasher for more than ten minutes, to sit and watch P&P all afternoon, to leave cooking dinner until I can actually be bothered without being nagged to death... it's surprisingly relaxing. Though, the train I caught home was going to Cardiff and the temptation to forget my stop and carry on all the way was immense. Oh Cardiff. Roll on October 25th, though leaving again after just three days... although it'll be my birthday and I have been promised Chinese food so, incentive. Lacking the time and money to move immediately to Cardiff, I'm spending the night in with Mr Darcy because Lost in Austen reminded me how much I love the original series. Colin Firth/wet shirt OTP! And there there'll be spag bol and the second part of Tin Man which is a little sillier than I expected but very good and in general I'm remembering why I love the 'rents being away on holiday. Tomorrow I'm going to dig out the ancient Playstation and see if I can complete FFVIII again before Friday when they get home (that reminds me, Squall and Rinoa felt left out of the action figure spam and demanded to be included, even though it's very difficult to take a picture of the top shelf that doesn't end up with a weird perspective).
So in general, life is good enough for me to be taking silly pictures of action figures.
...Pretty damn good then. :) (Note: not so good that Carabas the purple laptop has arrived yet. But he will. Dammit.)
You know, one day I'm going to have a house full of the randomest things. If I can ever afford a house after emptying my bank account over so much randomness.
Although! Worryingly, when idly contemplating the shelf above my desk earlier wondering if there was space for the new Cat, I was quite alarmed to find myself looking at this.
...Don't see it? Look closer. Last time I was in London, I snitched the little plastic guitar-spike that held my Hard Rock Cafe burger together because it was cute and you know, free Hard Rock souvenirs! I discovered it again a few weeks ago at the bottom of my bag and, after trial-and-error, found that Jack's skeleton fingers curled around just right to hold it.
BUT IT WAS A PLOT. It seems he set the whole thing up because he was annoyed at Captain Jack (WHY IS THERE NO SOLIDARITY BETWEEN THE JACKS OF THE WORLD? I need to buy a Jack Sparrow; war will break lose in my bedroom) snuggling so close to Sally and Hard Rock Cafe burger-holders are in fact perfect stabbing devices for action figures. Who knew?
Wesley is lurking ominously too. I found Captain Jack's blaster so he returned Wesley's crossbow but I think there's some lingering anger there. Also, you get a cookie if you can spot what Wesley's pink bike helmet is hiding. I've broken that hand off at least three times and reglued it.
Today was lovely. I was in such a good mood anyway and then the weather was ridiculously nice and even though I missed the first bus and had to wait an hour, the bus stop is right outside my house so it wasn't exactly a downside to have an extra hour to finish my coffee. And it's been so long since I've been on a solo shopping trip, I'd forgotten how much more satisfying it is. Mmmm.
You know, my mood has much improved since Thursday which, perhaps not coincidentally, is when my parents left to go on holiday. There are other factors that stopped me being such a miserable sod as I was earlier in the week but the peace and quiet to leave dirty mugs out of the dishwasher for more than ten minutes, to sit and watch P&P all afternoon, to leave cooking dinner until I can actually be bothered without being nagged to death... it's surprisingly relaxing. Though, the train I caught home was going to Cardiff and the temptation to forget my stop and carry on all the way was immense. Oh Cardiff. Roll on October 25th, though leaving again after just three days... although it'll be my birthday and I have been promised Chinese food so, incentive. Lacking the time and money to move immediately to Cardiff, I'm spending the night in with Mr Darcy because Lost in Austen reminded me how much I love the original series. Colin Firth/wet shirt OTP! And there there'll be spag bol and the second part of Tin Man which is a little sillier than I expected but very good and in general I'm remembering why I love the 'rents being away on holiday. Tomorrow I'm going to dig out the ancient Playstation and see if I can complete FFVIII again before Friday when they get home (that reminds me, Squall and Rinoa felt left out of the action figure spam and demanded to be included, even though it's very difficult to take a picture of the top shelf that doesn't end up with a weird perspective).
So in general, life is good enough for me to be taking silly pictures of action figures.
...Pretty damn good then. :) (Note: not so good that Carabas the purple laptop has arrived yet. But he will. Dammit.)
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