Cleaning is not in my blood
*eats piece of walnut bleu cheese bread*
Man. So, I'm going through a box of comics (I was serious about sorting them all in one place, and they're now... all in one place), and I get to the bottom, and it's "X-Men, X-Men, Gen X, Ruse #17 (I knew I had that issue!), --knitting needles..."
Yes. There were a set of knitting needles in the bottom of the box.
wtf.
Did Scott Summers get bored and decide to learn a hobby? You know he'd do it. He'd be bored, or something, and knitting is something he doesn't have to really concentrate on, and he'd be halfway done with a hideous sweater in green and puce for Bobby, and he'd figure out how to defeat Sinister once and for all.
Or something.
Jean always wears the lumpy purple and orange scarf he made her that one year, even though it's ugly.
Huh. It's all dark and windy outside now. Surprise thunderstorm is... not being sneaky?
Anyway. Is breaktime. I'm starving, and my back is starting to go, "Hey. Uh, you know that whole 'deskjob' thing? Yeah."
Sadly, my tea is being disappointing. I might have to go down to the car and fetch the bottle of cherry 7up.
eta: The boys downstairs are listening to jazz. Like. Wouldn't be out of place in an episode of Poirot set in the 20's jazz. Some days, I wonder about them.
Man. So, I'm going through a box of comics (I was serious about sorting them all in one place, and they're now... all in one place), and I get to the bottom, and it's "X-Men, X-Men, Gen X, Ruse #17 (I knew I had that issue!), --knitting needles..."
Yes. There were a set of knitting needles in the bottom of the box.
wtf.
Did Scott Summers get bored and decide to learn a hobby? You know he'd do it. He'd be bored, or something, and knitting is something he doesn't have to really concentrate on, and he'd be halfway done with a hideous sweater in green and puce for Bobby, and he'd figure out how to defeat Sinister once and for all.
Or something.
Jean always wears the lumpy purple and orange scarf he made her that one year, even though it's ugly.
Huh. It's all dark and windy outside now. Surprise thunderstorm is... not being sneaky?
Anyway. Is breaktime. I'm starving, and my back is starting to go, "Hey. Uh, you know that whole 'deskjob' thing? Yeah."
Sadly, my tea is being disappointing. I might have to go down to the car and fetch the bottle of cherry 7up.
eta: The boys downstairs are listening to jazz. Like. Wouldn't be out of place in an episode of Poirot set in the 20's jazz. Some days, I wonder about them.

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I am so craving this now - and I've never even had it!
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It's a one or two-day a week thing at the bakery here. You might have to ask what day they make it. (If they don't make it, I will be saddened)
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Also. There should be a crossover, one day. Emma Bishop vs. Daniel Jackson.
But the comic as a whole was also awesome (despite the bit in the middle where there were GIANT DRAGONS AND DINOSAURS WTF). *happysigh*