Death by Chocolate/Asphyxiation/Explosion*

* Delete as applicable

 Just a quick post so that I don't forget how.  As I've STILL got nothing of substance to blog about, I thought I'd present my birthday haul:

 Let's start with the most exciting gift: the Lego International Space Station!  My sister Indescribable and her family got me that (you'll note that the space shuttle has already been built - my nephew, Count Podgkinson (4) "helped" me with it). 

 My niece, The Little Witch (8), made me the pretsles prestons out of pipe cleaners (she was closer the first time, but insists that they're called Prestons), and the other niece, Vom Smallhausen (5) coloured in the My Little Pony on the lower right.  I'm not sure why they thought I'd like a MLP card (nevermind two of them), but at least the more professional looking one has got rainbow hair and a Star Trek cutie-mark.

 Other than the two Co-op bars, all the chocolate has been devoured.  Well, except for the last three truffles and that Ferrero Rocher (the boxes are empty - the unseen FR box is propping up the Lego set).

 With some of the money that The Parents gave me, I bought Typeset in the Future - because I love Dave Addey's website;  Jupiter Ascending - because I love the ridiculously bonkers premise and the amazing worldbuilding - and Channing Tatum isn't bad, either;  and As I Try Not To Fall Apart by White Lies - because I can't help but love the 80s-esque songs that my favourite glum, beardy, miseryguts and his band belt out.  In fact, here comes one now:

 

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 Oh, here's Typeset in the Future modelled by my favourite little box-fox, Sam Rutherford (from Star Trek: Lower Decks)

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 And, finally, the day before my birthday I test drove a Mazda3 to make sure I liked all of it and not just its looks.  I did.  So I ordered one.  Unfortunately, due to the various global supply chain issues, the delivery date is going to be July/August (if I'm lucky).  I only hope Car can last until then - it's already  trying to kill me either by embarrassment (it cut out at some traffic lights this morning for an alarming amount of time), or asphyxiation/explosion (there is a VERY strong smell of fuel/oil in the cabin when it does deign to go).  It's booked into the garage - again - on Tuesday...