Silly, persistent ideas that won't go away. Silly, compulsive ideas. Silly destructive ideas that lead me down an irresistible rabbit hole into a world of hurt.
Here's the silly idea I had this week...
I turn 40 this year. And for some reason, having a zero at the end of your age makes you reflect on what you've done so far and what you're going to do in the future. You can tell from my previous posts that my hobby brings a kind of bitter-sweet sense of loving/loathing. I wonder if there is a way I can reignite my hobby as I turn 40? Is there a way I can reboot; adopt a different attitude; ring in some changes?
Ohhhh, wait a minute.... I'll be 40.
As in 40 thousand.
As in Warhammer 40,000.
Get it?!
That's the idea, right there. At this point I should flush my brain out and pretend the idea never popped into my head. But it's too late. It's there now, like a hungry grub.
Do I really want to spend thousands of pounds collecting miniatures when a) none of my friends want to play 40K, and b) there isn't a chance in hell that I will ever paint them. I have a collection of unpainted fantasy models that I bought thirteen years ago. In fact, I'd estimate that about 2% of my model collection is actually painted. Heck, I'd estimate about 30% is still shrink wrapped. What the HELL would I want to start collecting 40K for?
Didn't stop me from putting the new Dark Angel Knights into photoshop and seeing how they'd look as Black Templar assault terminators though...
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I... hate... you... games... workshop.
