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Am feeling slightly more grateful for this morning's wake-up call, having spent the last hour reading one of the other-people's-presents from beginning to end (it's a very large graphic novel, lest you think my speed-reading skillz are so mad that I can read an entire book in an hour). The recipient of this present knows about it, alas, because the other night, as we were lying in bed reading comics like the nerds we are, he was reading the new issue of Love and Rockets and the following exchange took place.

Him: I wonder if there's a collection of Palomar stories like the Locas book.
Me [thinks: Shit!]: Um. There might be. I dunno. Hey, isn't it cool that Ray's back in Love and...
Him: I'll have to look out for it in Sub City tomorrow.
Me (realising there's no way out and I will have to say something): No, don't! Um, I mean, don't bother, I don't think they'd have it.
Him: Oh! Okay, I won't. That was very subtle, Anna.

So yes, that present will not be a surprise. But of course I am getting him something else, which will remain a surprise unless he announces his plans to go out and buy that too. Which he very well may, knowing my present buying luck. At least I can console myself with the knowledge that I didn't actually intentionally tell him what his present was, UNLIKE MY DAD, who bought me a bunch of stuff which was on my Amazon wishlist (thanks, Aged Parent!) and then sent me an e-mail telling me what he'd got me. I should add that this is completely in character for him, as he has always delighted in telling people what their presents are in advance. Christmas must have been hell for him back in the days when we believed in Santa and he really couldn't tell us....


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Dec. 12th, 2004 06:00 am (UTC)
My parents phoned up yesterday to ask whether I still wanted some Denby pottery for Christmas and if so, was there a particular style I'd decided on. I told them that, you know, maybe it was really a bit too expensive, and that other kitchen stuff, like a really good frying pan or a food processor might be a better idea. Yes, said my mum, but we're at the Denby factory. (It's about an hour's drive from my parents' house.) Ah, I said. So I had to look up Denby pottery online, whilst my mum was in the factory shop looking at the real thing, and we discussed which styles we liked. Hee!
Dec. 12th, 2004 06:59 am (UTC)
Hee! The magic of modern technology. And subtle parents.
Dec. 12th, 2004 11:54 am (UTC)
Dermot Carroll in the Secret Book & Record Store occasionally has volumes of the Palomar stories and various other good graphic novels. You can only have thenm if you spot them before me, though!
Dec. 12th, 2004 12:54 pm (UTC)
Heh, but I don't need them, as I (or rather, my beloved) now have the complete Palomar stories in that one lovely big hardback volume! And we had a bunch of the graphic novels already, of course.
Dec. 13th, 2004 06:56 am (UTC)
Oh, and whee, my own Locas book turned up today! It looks brilliant, I am having to resist the urge to start reading it now (ok, so I'm not doing any work at the moment, but at least pootling around on the web looks like I might be working).
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