For those of you who don’t know, I actually obsess over some things besides Legos and Smurfs. What, you might ask?
I have piles and piles of them. I even have a few stacks sitting next to my computer right now! I use them for inspiration when I have writer’s block. I just love sitting there and looking at one, noticing not just the people and their clothing, but small details in the background. The subtle look on their face. The discarded item to the side. Everything. And I just love imagining what it is they’re experiencing at that very moment.
I love doing this. Now you know.
You know what’s fun? Legos. They’re the best. Know what else is fun? Crayons. So I decided to combine them.
That’s right, folks, my creative side came out, I ordered a Lego man ice cube tray and then broke up crayons, microwaved them for about five minutes, then threw them into the fridge. Know what came out? Crayons shaped like Lego men! SWEET!
It’s the little things, isn’t it?
Smurfs update. The gf and I went into a McD’s after a lovely night of looking at art and a delicious dinner, just to see if we could get any more of the Smurfs for my collection.
The kid working was either really nice or didn’t give a hoot, so he went into the back and brought out a giant box. “Root through and pick out the ones you need,” he said with a kind smile. We searched through and found one of each I was still missing. As we checked out I started to think about fate.
“You know,” I said to the gf. “You know what’s going to happen. We think we have the whole set, but there’s going to be one that we somehow missed.” She laughed and so did the kid.
When I got back home and looked through, I was missing Panicky Smurf. I jinxed myself.
But heck, at least now the quest is still on!
I love Smurfs (as it states in my mini-bio) and if you’re in the United States you can’t escape the McDonald’s commercials that promote the Smurf toys. The only problem is that I don’t want the McD’s worker to know it’s for me.
Me: “Hi, can I see what Smurfs you have?”
McD’s Worker: Gives me a weird look.
Me: “Er…it’s for my girlfriend’s niece.”
McD’s Worker: “Hold on.” (In a frustrated tone.)
He comes back and I see that I already have the four he’s shown me.
Me: “Oh shoot I already have these. I mean she does.”
That really happened. Smooth, huh?