Iron Man, Iron Man, Does Whatever An Iron Can

Here ye, here ye! Let it henceforth be known that resourceress rocks!

I came home this evening to find a package from her waiting at my door. Since I was only passing through, I brought it into Skullcrusher Mountain without opening it. I did note that the customs declaration read "containers", which made me wonder.

On coming home from the lab tonight, circa eleven o'clock, I ate dinner with cheshcat and then cut open the box. It contained a complete set of Iron Man slurpee cups from 711! Oy! I did not even know such things existed... but now I have an entire set. Pretty cool, too!

resourceress is the only partner I have ever had who has shared my fondness for the Golden Avenger. Back in 2001, we frequented the Iron Man Message Board together. For my thirtieth birthday, she gave me what might be the coolest present I have ever received: A piece of original artwork, featuring old Shellhead, commissioned from my favourite Iron Man artist -- Bob Layton. She had carefully taken notes for months as I chatted on the IMMB -- tracking my favourite artists, armors, villians, et cetera. Using all this, she made a specially designed request when she commissioned the artwork. As I said, resourceress rocks! The picture hangs, framed, on my bedroom wall at the Event Horizon.

Just last week, she pointed me toward an Onion News Network section discussing the adaption of the "wildly popular" Iron Man trailer into a full length movie!

Speaking of the Armorer Avenger's upcoming movie, I am keeping fingers crossed that it bucks the odds and doesn't suck. Admittedly, it probably will be quite awful -- I predict incredible graphics and a painfully inadequate plot -- but I will touch wood and keep fingers crossed. I have quite literally been waiting for this movie for twenty years. I started collecting super-hero comic books in May 1988, at the tender young age of thirteen. It was chance that I was exposed via Iron Man... but it is likely that I would not have started my collection -- numbering well over ten thousand comic books -- with any other hero. Tony Stark and I have always had a lot in common, and he resonated with me right from the beginning. Twenty years later, to the month, I finally get to see him rendered onto the big screen.

In general, I am not a big fan of movies. I don't think I have seen one in over three months. The last one that I saw in the cinema was back in December. However, I will be seeing the Iron Man movie on opening day -- Fri May 2^nd. Oddly enough, I will be seeing it by myself, which is something that I have never done before. However, all the usual suspects to see it with -- cheshcat, gyades and, most of all, resourceress -- will be on the other side of the pond when it comes out. Doesn't matter -- after twenty years of waiting, I can cope with seeing this on my own...

Iron Man, Iron Man, Does Whatever An Iron Can

Here ye, here ye! Let it henceforth be known that resourceress rocks!

I came home this evening to find a package from her waiting at my door. Since I was only passing through, I brought it into Skullcrusher Mountain without opening it. I did note that the customs declaration read "containers", which made me wonder.

On coming home from the lab tonight, circa eleven o'clock, I ate dinner with cheshcat and then cut open the box. It contained a complete set of Iron Man slurpee cups from 711! Oy! I did not even know such things existed... but now I have an entire set. Pretty cool, too!

resourceress is the only partner I have ever had who has shared my fondness for the Golden Avenger. Back in 2001, we frequented the Iron Man Message Board together. For my thirtieth birthday, she gave me what might be the coolest present I have ever received: A piece of original artwork, featuring old Shellhead, commissioned from my favourite Iron Man artist -- Bob Layton. She had carefully taken notes for months as I chatted on the IMMB -- tracking my favourite artists, armors, villians, et cetera. Using all this, she made a specially designed request when she commissioned the artwork. As I said, resourceress rocks! The picture hangs, framed, on my bedroom wall at the Event Horizon.

Just last week, she pointed me toward an Onion News Network section discussing the adaption of the "wildly popular" Iron Man trailer into a full length movie!

Speaking of the Armorer Avenger's upcoming movie, I am keeping fingers crossed that it bucks the odds and doesn't suck. Admittedly, it probably will be quite awful -- I predict incredible graphics and a painfully inadequate plot -- but I will touch wood and keep fingers crossed. I have quite literally been waiting for this movie for twenty years. I started collecting super-hero comic books in May 1988, at the tender young age of thirteen. It was chance that I was exposed via Iron Man... but it is likely that I would not have started my collection -- numbering well over ten thousand comic books -- with any other hero. Tony Stark and I have always had a lot in common, and he resonated with me right from the beginning. Twenty years later, to the month, I finally get to see him rendered onto the big screen.

In general, I am not a big fan of movies. I don't think I have seen one in over three months. The last one that I saw in the cinema was back in December. However, I will be seeing the Iron Man movie on opening day -- Fri May 2^nd. Oddly enough, I will be seeing it by myself, which is something that I have never done before. However, all the usual suspects to see it with -- cheshcat, gyades and, most of all, resourceress -- will be on the other side of the pond when it comes out. Doesn't matter -- after twenty years of waiting, I can cope with seeing this on my own...

Where Everybody Knows Your Name

One month from today, my car insurance policy for Peter expires.

When I woke up this morning, I was not aware of this piece of information. Yes, even the Calendar Man cannot be bothered with something so trivial -- tracking such details is what my Slingshot is for.

Soon after waking, however, this utterly mundane fact was brought to my attention by a text message from my car insurance company. Okay, fine. Whatever. I went about my day and did not give it a second thought. Until I came home and checked the mail, that is. Waiting within the mailbox were three offers from three rival insurance companies -- all hoping to tempt me away from my current provided[*]. Apparently, I am currently high on the popularity list with car insurance corporations. I can feel the joy and rapture bubbling up inside of me.

In unrelated news, today I had a long phone call in which I managed to work out a bit of a relationship knot with a secondary partner; I was quite pleasantly surprised by an unexpected e-mail from an on-again/off-again partner informing me that, due to a change in her social situation, it seems we are now "on again"; and I received a lovely letter from a casual partner with whom I had not spoken for far too long.

Truth be told, that is the kind of popularity I would prefer to enjoy!

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[*] To whom I have so much loyalty that I cannot even remember the name of the company.

Where Everybody Knows Your Name

One month from today, my car insurance policy for Peter expires.

When I woke up this morning, I was not aware of this piece of information. Yes, even the Calendar Man cannot be bothered with something so trivial -- tracking such details is what my Slingshot is for.

Soon after waking, however, this utterly mundane fact was brought to my attention by a text message from my car insurance company. Okay, fine. Whatever. I went about my day and did not give it a second thought. Until I came home and checked the mail, that is. Waiting within the mailbox were three offers from three rival insurance companies -- all hoping to tempt me away from my current provided[*]. Apparently, I am currently high on the popularity list with car insurance corporations. I can feel the joy and rapture bubbling up inside of me.

In unrelated news, today I had a long phone call in which I managed to work out a bit of a relationship knot with a secondary partner; I was quite pleasantly surprised by an unexpected e-mail from an on-again/off-again partner informing me that, due to a change in her social situation, it seems we are now "on again"; and I received a lovely letter from a casual partner with whom I had not spoken for far too long.

Truth be told, that is the kind of popularity I would prefer to enjoy!

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[*] To whom I have so much loyalty that I cannot even remember the name of the company.