Loki found a home...but I think he may be eating my life...
I'm officially buying one of the Hot Toys Movie Masterpiece Loki action figures. I ordered him last night. He should, very nicely, complement my Lego Loki and the Loki action figures my mom got me yesterday.
One of my co-workers got to move into my old desk when I took up residence in the desk of my predecessor. She announced that she was the "new" me obviously, because she was "just like" me. I immediately started with "Oh, you just blew 200 bucks on a movie-accurate Loki Action Figure, too?"
She looks at me and goes, "What? A who? From where?"
"Avengers" I answered, "he's the villain from the Avengers."
"No, but then, I'm not like you. You've seen it, what? Twelve times already?"
"Three," I answered, "I've gone to see it three times."
Her next question was "So, how big is he?"
"Just a little over twelve inches," I told her.
"And, what are you going to do with him, leave him in the box forever? I guess-if it's too personal, you don't have to tell me, but...I mean...how would you play with something like that?"
"No, I'm not leaving him in the box. I fully intend to take him out of the box and take pictures of him hugging my Lego Loki and the smaller Loki action figures. I'll probably post them to my blog."
(Of course, she's got no idea about how many times Tom Hiddleston has suggested that Loki would never have turned into a villain if he'd just been hugged)
"Oh."
"Then, I'll probably take some pictures of him being hugged by Cthulu."
"By what?"
"Cthulu, Destroyer of Worlds."
"Whatever floats your boat. To each their own. I'm sure you'll get a ton of enjoyment out of that."
"Yup," I answered cheerfully.
Yes, this is seriously an actual conversation I had with actual coworkers at my actual place of work. The good news is that this coworker isn't scared of me.
My Mom, meanwhile, went shopping yesterday and called me because she found 100 movie packs of Sci-fi and horror movies. and wanted to know if I'd gotten them or if I wanted them. I hadn't gotten them, but i did want them-because how can a movie collection be truly complete without "The Phantom from 10,000 Leagues", "The Giant Gila Monster" and "The Beast of Yucca Flats". I asked if she could look for an Avengers Loki action figure because I wasn't having any luck finding one here.
She called me back after the shopping excursion so she could tell me that she sent my Dad off to the hardware section and told him that she was "Nerd shopping for your daughter." Then, at the checkout, the lady bagging the purchases put everything (including the action figures) in one bag. The movie sets were kind of heavy, so my mom spun the bag holder around and took the action figures out to put them in another sack. The lady ringing her purchases up gave her a funny look, I guess, and Mom said, "I'm buying these for my daughter. She's a huge nerd." The woman looked confused, so my mom decided to elaborate, "She's very, very picky about her action figures. She wouldn't want them to be smashed, that's why they need to go in another sack. She's a nerd. These really need to be pristine."
At least my mom's supportive of my Geekiness.
One of my co-workers got to move into my old desk when I took up residence in the desk of my predecessor. She announced that she was the "new" me obviously, because she was "just like" me. I immediately started with "Oh, you just blew 200 bucks on a movie-accurate Loki Action Figure, too?"
She looks at me and goes, "What? A who? From where?"
"Avengers" I answered, "he's the villain from the Avengers."
"No, but then, I'm not like you. You've seen it, what? Twelve times already?"
"Three," I answered, "I've gone to see it three times."
Her next question was "So, how big is he?"
"Just a little over twelve inches," I told her.
"And, what are you going to do with him, leave him in the box forever? I guess-if it's too personal, you don't have to tell me, but...I mean...how would you play with something like that?"
"No, I'm not leaving him in the box. I fully intend to take him out of the box and take pictures of him hugging my Lego Loki and the smaller Loki action figures. I'll probably post them to my blog."
(Of course, she's got no idea about how many times Tom Hiddleston has suggested that Loki would never have turned into a villain if he'd just been hugged)
"Oh."
"Then, I'll probably take some pictures of him being hugged by Cthulu."
"By what?"
"Cthulu, Destroyer of Worlds."
"Whatever floats your boat. To each their own. I'm sure you'll get a ton of enjoyment out of that."
"Yup," I answered cheerfully.
Yes, this is seriously an actual conversation I had with actual coworkers at my actual place of work. The good news is that this coworker isn't scared of me.
My Mom, meanwhile, went shopping yesterday and called me because she found 100 movie packs of Sci-fi and horror movies. and wanted to know if I'd gotten them or if I wanted them. I hadn't gotten them, but i did want them-because how can a movie collection be truly complete without "The Phantom from 10,000 Leagues", "The Giant Gila Monster" and "The Beast of Yucca Flats". I asked if she could look for an Avengers Loki action figure because I wasn't having any luck finding one here.
She called me back after the shopping excursion so she could tell me that she sent my Dad off to the hardware section and told him that she was "Nerd shopping for your daughter." Then, at the checkout, the lady bagging the purchases put everything (including the action figures) in one bag. The movie sets were kind of heavy, so my mom spun the bag holder around and took the action figures out to put them in another sack. The lady ringing her purchases up gave her a funny look, I guess, and Mom said, "I'm buying these for my daughter. She's a huge nerd." The woman looked confused, so my mom decided to elaborate, "She's very, very picky about her action figures. She wouldn't want them to be smashed, that's why they need to go in another sack. She's a nerd. These really need to be pristine."
At least my mom's supportive of my Geekiness.