Every person has their foibles. Weird little idiosyncrasies and mad addictions that have no basic explanation besides the general tendency for weirdness that is human nature. In my case, one of those odd little addictions is mint.
Honest to the Gods, I love it. Mint tea, mint paratha, mint rice, mint chutney, mint chocolate, mint ice cream, mint cakes, mint mints, you name it. The lot. The works.
It kind of went a bit overboard today. I has three scoops of mint ice cream from the local Ibaco with an armload of topping that I'm not proud of and promptly went into an insane sugar high. Oh, and after having a mug of coffee.
Really. Went nuts. Uncontrollably nuts. I was practically bouncing off the walls; too much energy. I was watching the Avengers and cheering like a madcap at every damn scene. Much of it went along the lines of, "LOKI IS OUR KING, SO KNEEL, BITCHES!!", punctuated with "ROOAAAARRR!!" whenever the Hulk came on and general woots for Monsieur Brilliant Tony Stark. Can't blame me. It's just raw, unadulterated awesomeness and badassery.
Yep. Shit just got real.
You know, I know the Tony Stark is supposed to be the funny of the movie, but personally, I find Thor remarkably hilarious. Honestly, have you heard the bloke talk? It's like he takes his dialogues out of a Camelot movie and puts them in in Capslock.
THOR: Have a care how you speak! Loki is beyond reason, but he is of Asgard and he is my brother!
BLACK WIDOW: He killed eighty people in two days.
THOR: He's adopted.
Not to mention the hair and the hammer. The pinning under the hammer thing was just too funny.
Anyhoo, Avengers aside. I've calmed down a bit, now that the movie's over, I ran around the block a few times, did a number of jumping jacks, did a couple of rounds of impromptu drunk giraffe dances, had a few Matt Smith moments during my twinkle-toes sequences, freaked out my neighbor by perching myself atop the high garden wall and sang a slew of French songs along with 'Hey Jude' in the shower.
Now, to breathe. Hehhhhhhh-hoooooooooooooo.
Honest to the Gods, I love it. Mint tea, mint paratha, mint rice, mint chutney, mint chocolate, mint ice cream, mint cakes, mint mints, you name it. The lot. The works.
It kind of went a bit overboard today. I has three scoops of mint ice cream from the local Ibaco with an armload of topping that I'm not proud of and promptly went into an insane sugar high. Oh, and after having a mug of coffee.
Really. Went nuts. Uncontrollably nuts. I was practically bouncing off the walls; too much energy. I was watching the Avengers and cheering like a madcap at every damn scene. Much of it went along the lines of, "LOKI IS OUR KING, SO KNEEL, BITCHES!!", punctuated with "ROOAAAARRR!!" whenever the Hulk came on and general woots for Monsieur Brilliant Tony Stark. Can't blame me. It's just raw, unadulterated awesomeness and badassery.
Yep. Shit just got real.
You know, I know the Tony Stark is supposed to be the funny of the movie, but personally, I find Thor remarkably hilarious. Honestly, have you heard the bloke talk? It's like he takes his dialogues out of a Camelot movie and puts them in in Capslock.
THOR: Have a care how you speak! Loki is beyond reason, but he is of Asgard and he is my brother!
BLACK WIDOW: He killed eighty people in two days.
THOR: He's adopted.
Not to mention the hair and the hammer. The pinning under the hammer thing was just too funny.
Anyhoo, Avengers aside. I've calmed down a bit, now that the movie's over, I ran around the block a few times, did a number of jumping jacks, did a couple of rounds of impromptu drunk giraffe dances, had a few Matt Smith moments during my twinkle-toes sequences, freaked out my neighbor by perching myself atop the high garden wall and sang a slew of French songs along with 'Hey Jude' in the shower.
Now, to breathe. Hehhhhhhh-hoooooooooooooo.
