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Brain not on. Have to leave house though. Tea. Must tea.

So many emails to reply to. Must do dishes. Other things I'm supposed to be doing but don't remember.

flabbergobble.

Must find umbrella. Must finish book. Must eat these skittles. (MUST.)

This descends quite quickly into me talking about comic books.

I came back!

Jesus, the sheer number of school kids down at Barrington was incredible. Where did they all come from? Well, okay, Cashmere High School is the answer, because they were all in the maroon jumpers, but that's not my point. It's one pm, shouldn't they be in school? I don't understand kids these days.

Another not understand young people these days (and by young people I'm guessing early twenties which still makes them younger than me): I saw these two guys who looked like they'd stepped directly out of what Hollywood thought nerds looked like in the eighties. Like walking onto a movie set looking at them, but these aren't the uncool kids. Because it's cool now to look like movie nerds. I think. I can't keep up.

(Movie Nerds are, of course, very different to Real Life Nerds. I know plenty of the second type and not one of them resembles in any way the cast of Big Bang Theory/etc. Also, girls. I'm not quite sure why the media still continues with the No Nerdy/Geeky Girls/Hot Chicks Don't Like Geeky Things. Some of the hottest chicks I've ever met were only made hotter by their comic book knowledge.)

Speaking of geekiness, I need this shirt. That's only one of my favourite WW pictures, you guys. I need her against my body, please. (And along that vein: Super Heroes Who Need To Be On More T-Shirts Because I Would So Wear Them: She-Hulk, Domino, Scarlet Witch (even better if she's getting snuggly with Quicksilver), Mystique, Deadpool.)

Oh crap, now I've been distracted googling pictures of Deadpool for the last ten minutes. Damn you, Wade Wilson. Why must I love you so much?

EDIT: Holy crap, NO ONE LET ME UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES BUY WONDER WOMAN BOOTS.