Man crèche

Shopping with Scifi hubby can be a little like trying to shop with a four year old in tow. We have to go into every toy shop, check every aisle of hotwheels cars and every bookshop for graphic novels. He doesn’t want to stop to eat, or have coffee and doesn’t have a lot of patience with me clothes shopping. So you can understand that I was over the moon when our friends at Reed Comics offered to let me use their ‘man crèche’ facilities!

I’ve mentioned our friends who run the online comic shop before and they frequently save ‘our’ skins when no one else can source a specific book or toy. We were visiting their local area for a few days recently and had planned to see them for dinner when, knowing I wanted to go clothes shopping, they made this awesome suggestion. I could drop Scifi hubby off at their offices in the morning and collect him later and Scifi friend Mat could join him too. They would feed and water them and make sure they didn’t get into too much trouble. Cue lots of jokes about putting a ball pool in the spare office (Bazinga!), finding Batman playmats for him and what time nap time was.

Now of course there’s a risk to leaving Scifi hubby unsupervised in a comic shop all day. I knew that this would be a rather expensive crèche if he had all day to pore over everything in their stock and catalogues but boy was it worth it. I got a whole day shopping, found everything I wanted, stopped for lunch and didn’t look like a stressed parent by the end of it.

I returned to the offices to find out how much damage Scifi hubby had done to the bank balance and discovered him, in true crèche style, sitting on the floor playing with boxes.

20130510-101733.jpgFor a minute I had images of him preferring the boxes to the contents and that maybe I’d got away with it but apparently he had actually bought so much stuff that we couldn’t get it all home in the suitcases. The Reeds had kindly offered to store a whole pile of things for him until we visit by car later in the year. There’s now a ‘Scifi hubby corner’ in their offices. Thanks guys!

There’s a business idea in man crèche though – can I book him in for next time please?

Wampa update: he is still in the fridge and has now been joined by Luke Skywalker hanging from the roof…

Scifi hubby thinks he’s Iron Man

We went to see Iron Man 3 this week. Having listened to weeks of hype about it and having a rather excited scifi hubby it was quite fun that for once the movie came out over here before the USA. Don’t tell scifi hubby but I actually quite like the Iron Man movies. This one was funnier than the others, and I think it was actually meant to be. The bad guys were bad, the good guy was troubled, the female ‘interest’ was good looking and Pepper got to wear the Iron Man suit. Lots of explosions, big guns and explosions on planes – the stuff that scifi wet dreams are made of.

I did find myself wondering why Iron Man didn’t just call in SHIELD to help. Hulk would have put short shrift to superheated, self healing people. Especially as, if you are a proper geek and sit through all the credits in an empty cinema as the staff hover up around you, you see Dr David Banner at the end. Sadly it turns out I like the movie more than scifi hubby does! He’s read the graphic novel that it’s based on so is muttering about it not being true to the book. Maybe I need to worry about him turning into a comic book traditionalist…

However, for a DC fan scifi hubby gets very excited about the Marvel movies. He’s got an arc reactor chest light that he connects to his tshirt, an Iron Man mask, the Mark 7 armour bracelets and he’s convinced that the Black Sabbath tshirt is a really clever reference – shame no one else ever seems to get it. He’s also just got a new phone case which make the phone look like the Iron Man armour and when it rings the light flashes. To top it off the ring tone is the Iron Man theme tune.

Marvel seems to now be expanding throughout the house. We’ve got omnibus books, hulk hands, Captain America’s shield and Thor’s hammer. He’s also just ordered a series of wall lights that look like the hammer, shield and Hulk’s fist. He’s going to have fun finding places to put all of them at the new house.

P.S. I’m refusing to give in to the usual scifi cliches for today (May the 4th) but I do still have a Wampa in the fridge…