Equips a young woman for society

Goddammit. I want my summer! What have you done with it?

As if it weren't bad enough that it's dark when I finish a late shift and cold enough to button up my coat in the mornings, football's starting again too. My dad told me so on the phone just now. "The Vikings first game is against the Packers," he said, "next week on Monday Night Football." (Too bad I'll never find a pub showing that!)

The mention of the Packers electrified me. Not because, even though I don't even particularly like football, I was raised to bleed purple. Not because I'm used to thinking of Packers fans as cheeseheads who drink paint thinner. Not even because I was thinking ooh, that'll be a good game... Even though all those things are true.

No, it gave me a little jolt because that, of all things, is my boyfriend's team in the NFL. Indeed, the very first thing I ever said to him was to berate him for this choice (though I then explained that I was contractually obliged to, onnaccounta being from Minnesota, and it was nothing personal).

It's funny, when I think about it: I know my mom never really liked me being a tomboy and liking sports and everything, but imagine how much more she'd hate it if she knew I'd used this in an accidentally successful chat-up line...when she thought I was safely off the market.

Imagine what my dad would think, though, if he knew I'd ended up with a cheesehead! Even in England, I can't get away from 'em!

Some weird demiurge

I do love my husband.

Now, I’m not suggesting here that Morrison’s attempts to make the DCU sentient have borne fruit, or that he’s had a secret Chaos Magick Timetable for more than twenty years that allowed him to synchronise the release of his comic with that throwaway line in another comic and the publication of a paper by a respected mathematician. I would never suggest such things. I certainly wouldn’t suggest that the secret ending of Final Crisis is going to be the merger of Earth-Prime with New Earth, and we’ll wake up on publication day to find that Superman now exists on this earth. That would be absurd.

Grant Morrison is just a comic writer and not some weird demiurge recreating the universe according to his own desires. Almost certainly. Certainly I’d say there’s a better than 50% chance that it’s probably just a coincidence…

I don't know if it's scary or awesome that Andrew's brain works like this. I just know I'm glad he's on my side.

(This reminds me, for some reason, of Andrew telling me about a t-shirt or something he saw that said RIGHT NOW, GRANT MORRISON IS HAVING SEX WITH YOUR WIFE THREE YEARS IN THE FUTURE. It seemed really funny at the time... but now I realize that I am his wife, and it's been at least two years since he told me that.)