I Am A Hot Toys Crack Whore

Just like everything else in life, one just ain't enough...

A lifetime ago, or so, I collected action figures. I admit it. I say it loud, I say it proud softly, I say it with some amount of shame/embarrassment. I collected toys. I had a ginormous collection. But, as it so often happens in life, “things” happen, and I more or less stopped collecting. I actually donated (as in…gave away) most of my collection a bunch of years ago to local kids’ charities.

Doing this blog, actually interacting with folks on the internets because of this blog, has really sparked the nerd/geek/derp in me. Mostly my interest in toys and comic related stuff. Guess you could just say I’m kid at heart. Which we all know is code for nerd/geek/derp. Just goes to show you, you can’t deny who you are. No matter how you try or for how long.

hey!

I managed to successfully stay out of harm’s way for all these years. Years! Even after they released this sweet Captain America figure last year. I stayed away. Far, far away. Look, it’s for the best for all parties involved, really. This way no one gets hurt.

hey you!

Over the summer, I went on my annual excursion with my buddy, Paco Reban, to Wizard World. Lo and behold, one of the vendors was selling Cap here. Cheap. Wicked cheap. But, still I walked away. This shit is like crack. Once you buy one figure, the next thing you know you’re doing things you don’t necessarily want to write about in your blog, just for a couple bucks to put to the next figure.

you lookin at my ass? ass looker!

I held off that long day at Wizard World.

you weren't planning on leaving without buying me, were you son?

Until I couldn’t hold off anymore.

why did you have to make me so AWESOME, Hot Toys?!?!? Why?!?!?

And thus, begins my tale as a Hot Toys crack whore.

look at me!

LOOK AT HIM!!!!

you heard him. LOOK AT ME!