2 weeks tomorrow.
So I was bored out of my gourd yesterday...As happens when you've been on holidays for...A really long time already. So, I decided to go to Liverpool.
First stop? Well, the first stop was an ATM, but after that? Comic book shop. It's moved from where it was (across the road from where Raven was before it moved) to near the Liverpool Library. You open this heavy door and go into a quite dim and rather cool corridor. I had to laugh though, as you walk in there are fully stocked snack and drink machines alongside an arcade game. You have to remember that people spend entire days there, lol.
Anyway, I perused the comic selections for what seemed an eternity and wound up spending $31.45. I got the 100th issue of Ultimate Spider-Man (heh) - they're doing this alternate story arc where Peter's dad comes back, even though they thought he was dead...But he wasn't. I got a Spike comic...Surprisingly not bad, especially when I got it mostly for the cover art and to join my other BtVS comics. And the last but certainly not least, a Tank Girl comic. I've always wanted a few, but I'd never gotten around to it. Loved the movie, loved the comic, have to buy more. In fact, I'm considering a tattoo. Oh, and a die-cast Spider-Man figure. Geek.
After all that hullaballoo I went to Westfields to get a jump on my Christmas shopping. And let this be said here and now...I hate Christmas like Garfield hates Mondays. Too many people, too much stuff to carry. Geez.
I got my dad's presents, got my brother's, got one for one of my sisters, got half a present each for two other sisters....I know what I'm getting the last sister and my mother....My dad's fiancee is next, but that shouldn't be difficult. So I'm pretty much halfway through, which is nice. I guess when you're out by yourself with no one else to carry anything, it all gets rather tiresome, rather quickly.
As a B-side, I bumped into my ex. Not Legs, the other one. I hadn't seen her in something like two years, so that was weird. But it was brief.
So yeah. Work ahoy. I hate real estate with the intensity of a thousand burning suns.
Era's going to call me later...Aren't you, Doghead?
First stop? Well, the first stop was an ATM, but after that? Comic book shop. It's moved from where it was (across the road from where Raven was before it moved) to near the Liverpool Library. You open this heavy door and go into a quite dim and rather cool corridor. I had to laugh though, as you walk in there are fully stocked snack and drink machines alongside an arcade game. You have to remember that people spend entire days there, lol.
Anyway, I perused the comic selections for what seemed an eternity and wound up spending $31.45. I got the 100th issue of Ultimate Spider-Man (heh) - they're doing this alternate story arc where Peter's dad comes back, even though they thought he was dead...But he wasn't. I got a Spike comic...Surprisingly not bad, especially when I got it mostly for the cover art and to join my other BtVS comics. And the last but certainly not least, a Tank Girl comic. I've always wanted a few, but I'd never gotten around to it. Loved the movie, loved the comic, have to buy more. In fact, I'm considering a tattoo. Oh, and a die-cast Spider-Man figure. Geek.
After all that hullaballoo I went to Westfields to get a jump on my Christmas shopping. And let this be said here and now...I hate Christmas like Garfield hates Mondays. Too many people, too much stuff to carry. Geez.
I got my dad's presents, got my brother's, got one for one of my sisters, got half a present each for two other sisters....I know what I'm getting the last sister and my mother....My dad's fiancee is next, but that shouldn't be difficult. So I'm pretty much halfway through, which is nice. I guess when you're out by yourself with no one else to carry anything, it all gets rather tiresome, rather quickly.
As a B-side, I bumped into my ex. Not Legs, the other one. I hadn't seen her in something like two years, so that was weird. But it was brief.
So yeah. Work ahoy. I hate real estate with the intensity of a thousand burning suns.
Era's going to call me later...Aren't you, Doghead?