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THE PROBLEM WITH TUMBLR (one of the many problems with tumblr, god I love/hate you, tumblr) is that it seems like the sensible place to post every stupid little thought, so I get all GOSH BEST WAIT FOR SOMETHING OF SUBSTANCE TIL I POST ON LJ.
Which evidently means waiting a very long time. Substance? In my life? It's even less likely than you'd think.
SO. WHAT IF ALL THE AVENGERS TOOK UP CHESS-BOXING. THEY'RE ALL BADASSES AND TACTICAL GENIUSES TO VARYING DEGREES, CHESS-BOXING IS THE MOST LOGICAL CHOICE OF SPORT. Obviously Tony would be at a bit of a disadvantage in the boxing part, being not a god or a supersoldier or an assassin or angry and green, but he's got the being a genius advantage for the chess parts, so it might balance out. Assuming he doesn't just... get knocked out in the first round of boxing...
This may require further thought.
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In somewhat more substantial news, I guess, I still have my job! I've been at it for over two months now, which means I think it's the longest job I've ever had. WHICH MAKES SENSE, as all previous jobs have been temping anyway. So! Job! Going okay! Working in Oxford is weird though. I am really quite posh for my hometown (because I, yknow, can read and write), but when I step into Oxford I basically become a farmer. I become a member of the Wurzels. LITERALLY A WURZEL. Especially when I step into a rare books shop in Oxford. THE KIND OF PEOPLE WHO BUY RARE BOOKS IN OXFORD ARE THE KIND OF PEOPLE WHO PROBABLY THINK THE QUEEN IS A BIT COMMON.
The other kind of people who buy rare books in Oxford are Evangelical American bible-hunters. it's an odd combination.
ALSO WHILST I'M HERE, Oxford, Oxford, what the hell is with your homelessness problem? I've never seen so many homeless people in a place that isn't London. My town may be inferior in every way, but I've never seen a person actually sleeping on the streets here.
tbh I'm finding it immensely stressful, because obviously Crowds And/Or Strangers Are Scary and the only way I can walk through a place as busy as Oxford without just falling to my knees and weeping is by intensely ignoring every single person around me. But every few feet I swear someone asks for spare change/if I wanna buy a Big Issue, which I ignore intensely, which I then worry about for the rest of the day in case I have hurt their feelings. My lunch breaks are starting to become some bizarre obstacle course of avoiding people who will try to talk to me whilst simultaneously feeling really bad about it.
I'M SORRY, DOZENS OF HOMELESS PEOPLE OF OXFORD. I BUY THE BIG ISSUE WHEN I'VE THE CHANGE ON ME. PLEASE STOP TALKING TO ME SO I CAN GET THROUGH MY DAY WITHOUT BEING REMINDED ABOUT ALL THE HUMANS SURROUNDING ME.
Which evidently means waiting a very long time. Substance? In my life? It's even less likely than you'd think.
SO. WHAT IF ALL THE AVENGERS TOOK UP CHESS-BOXING. THEY'RE ALL BADASSES AND TACTICAL GENIUSES TO VARYING DEGREES, CHESS-BOXING IS THE MOST LOGICAL CHOICE OF SPORT. Obviously Tony would be at a bit of a disadvantage in the boxing part, being not a god or a supersoldier or an assassin or angry and green, but he's got the being a genius advantage for the chess parts, so it might balance out. Assuming he doesn't just... get knocked out in the first round of boxing...
This may require further thought.
*
In somewhat more substantial news, I guess, I still have my job! I've been at it for over two months now, which means I think it's the longest job I've ever had. WHICH MAKES SENSE, as all previous jobs have been temping anyway. So! Job! Going okay! Working in Oxford is weird though. I am really quite posh for my hometown (because I, yknow, can read and write), but when I step into Oxford I basically become a farmer. I become a member of the Wurzels. LITERALLY A WURZEL. Especially when I step into a rare books shop in Oxford. THE KIND OF PEOPLE WHO BUY RARE BOOKS IN OXFORD ARE THE KIND OF PEOPLE WHO PROBABLY THINK THE QUEEN IS A BIT COMMON.
The other kind of people who buy rare books in Oxford are Evangelical American bible-hunters. it's an odd combination.
ALSO WHILST I'M HERE, Oxford, Oxford, what the hell is with your homelessness problem? I've never seen so many homeless people in a place that isn't London. My town may be inferior in every way, but I've never seen a person actually sleeping on the streets here.
tbh I'm finding it immensely stressful, because obviously Crowds And/Or Strangers Are Scary and the only way I can walk through a place as busy as Oxford without just falling to my knees and weeping is by intensely ignoring every single person around me. But every few feet I swear someone asks for spare change/if I wanna buy a Big Issue, which I ignore intensely, which I then worry about for the rest of the day in case I have hurt their feelings. My lunch breaks are starting to become some bizarre obstacle course of avoiding people who will try to talk to me whilst simultaneously feeling really bad about it.
I'M SORRY, DOZENS OF HOMELESS PEOPLE OF OXFORD. I BUY THE BIG ISSUE WHEN I'VE THE CHANGE ON ME. PLEASE STOP TALKING TO ME SO I CAN GET THROUGH MY DAY WITHOUT BEING REMINDED ABOUT ALL THE HUMANS SURROUNDING ME.