And I'm pretty sure the dust won.
Unless taking a hayfever tablet is a definition of winning.
Oh yes, parents. Always nagging. In this case Mother was nagging me to clean the dust bunny farm that I was happily cultivating on my inside window sills behind my desk and drawers (where my portable air con resides). She wanted me to move my desk and drawers to clean properly, but I went hell no because that meant I'd have a) Take down every single one of my ornaments.
b) Pull apart Spidey (my desktop)
c) clear off the folding table with my art supplies on it
d) clean out the drawers and shift the god-damed batman heavy 'portable' air con.
e) move the desk
Apart from d) & e), I did nearly all of it anyway. Spidey needed a good vacuum anyway, has been a while since a dusted him. Ditto for my poor neglected TF figures. And the shelf was looking cluttered it was time for a shuffle.
For those who can't remember what it looked like, my Geek Day post:
http://thexenomorph.livejournal.com/41377.html#cutid1 And now for the finished product:
Lol nice shot of Sam there... And yes, my TARDIS is wearing a sombrero from a tequila bottle...
Anyways, I packed away most of my TFs for later rotation.
And since mum's calling for dinner (I seriously haven't eaten all day, not counting the cold bundy red and coke I had) I'd better go.