I've been a bit grumpy about Aberdeen sometimes, since moving here. I said things I didn't mean, some unfair accusations were made... but Aberdeen, it's not you, it's me. Actually, I tell a lie. It's winter. Urgh. I mean, Union Street still needs to pull its finger out, but it's not your fault if you look gross in the sleet and the wind and the miserable drizzle. I'm sorry, Aberdeen. Let's start over.
Mr Stormtrooper's brother has come to stay with his big bro. He's all grown up now - got a new job (intergalactic riot control - the pay isn't great, but the work is hard) and he's way past noogies and midnight sharpie attacks. He just wants to spend some quality time with his brother, and do a bit of manly, civilised bonding.
So, of course, Mr & Mr Stormtrooper torment him. Lovingly. Because some things never change.
I'm so irritatingly full of good will at the moment. Nothing in particular, I'm just generally quite chipper. I think it's the little things. It's still freezing, and it's still definitely not spring, but it's getting lighter, and slightly less freezing. I walk to and from work in the daylight! Sometimes, I forget my gloves and I don't feel like I might lose the use of my hands! I can venture outside the slanket sometimes, and I've even thawed out enough to knit a little.
And of course, the dollies are out in the pretty not-really-but-almost-spring light.
For this Toy Thursday, in honour of Valentine's Day, I'm going to tell you the touching and romantic story of Charlie and Charlie.
Back in Easter 2010, when Gavin was visiting my childhood home with me, he spotted a teddy bear. This was Charlie, so named (most inventively) by childhood Alice because he has a little name badge on his front which says 'Charlie.' Gavin got very excited because he had a Charlie bear when he was little, too. (Also inventively named.) We knew it was destiny that they should be reunited, after having been cruelly separated at birth at the Charlie Bear Factory. So, we took Charlie, and on our way back to St Andrews, collected other Charlie from Gavin's childhood home.
They have lived in domestic Charlie Bear bliss ever since. They stayed with me when Gavin moved to Glasgow - because separating them again was just too cruel - and now we're all reunited in our flat. Balance is restored!
I should probably mention at this point that my Charlie is on the left, Gavin's on the right. I have had my Charlie as long as I can remember, and he was much loved and played with. Just not, uh... as significantly chewed. This probably shouldn't be a surprise coming from the girl who collects expensive toys and displays them with a great deal of care and attention, but turns out I took better care of my toys.
Anyway, happy V-day! (I drew Gavin a ridiculous picture and he bought me some Hobbit movie figurine blindpacks,which he balanced on top of the door so they'd fall on my head when I got home from work. Then we ate tea and wailed in distress while we watched Supernatural.)
Hope you all did (or didn't) exactly what you wanted and didn't feel bad for doing (or not doing) what is expected of you on this weirdest of all weird holidays.
Given how much I love both superheroes and toys, it's a bit bizarre that I didn't really own a proper superhero action figure until this week. I think the main problem has been that there are action figures, and then there are action figures. I can walk into Toys R Us and spend under £10 for a pretty decent figure, but then when there are things like this out there...
Wow, those Hot Toy figures. They are unbelievably stunning, and people take such gorgeous photos of them. They are, as is to be expected, quite pricey, and I mean, look at them. Beautiful. (The problem with being into expensive dolls from the 70s is that £200 for an action figure seems completely reasonable.)
Unfortunately, I'm on a budget. So, I have been trying to exorcise my Mark VII demons with some of the more agreeably priced Hasbro Iron Man action figures. (Even I can stretch to a fiver.)
I really like him, actually. I still want the VII like burning, of course, but he's pretty awesome, and Gav and I had a lot of fun with him and Pepper (named for a certain Ms Potts.)
Here, Tony is alarmed at Pepper's size and worrying head-to-body ratio. (He told her to stay away from Hank and his sketchy Pym Facial™, but did she listen?!)