« on: May 15, 2003, 11:00 PM »
Matt, you big chicken.
Pretty much everyone I know, knows of my obsession. Many except for a few, and the people at work, aren't quite aware of the extent. None the less, all are aware I am a severe geek. One guy thinks it's a complete waste of money, which is correct, but who cares, it makes me happy.
Non-work friends have seen some of it. The room is not currently in progress, but there's no hiding it. From the helmet on the monitor (and playskool biker scout and Vader) to Ephant Mon on the printer to the unleashed on the bookshelf. The Vader standup and the R2 on the floor plus the 150 open figures. Can't really miss it if you come into the room.
Work people are all too aware and get tremendously dissappointed I don't come dressed for Halloween. For about 18 months now there have been 1-6 boxes showing up per week for me, so it would be silly to hide it. But it isn't all that accepted. They love my Simpsons stuff and go crazy when I put a new McFarlane goalie up, but the SW stuff is so so in terms of reactions. A new guy started last year that loves star wars as well and I pretty much hooked him into collecting. So far, just blue boxed stuff (SAGA) but I'm working on my padawan. Good to have another geek around.
Best man at my wedding has a six year old into McFarlane stuff and a four year old into Star Wars. Uncle Brent is a pretty cool guy in their eyes. He's my regular golfing buddy, so he knows I'm not totally nuts.
I've been a collector forever. From childhood with GI Joes through bottle caps to cards to comics to Star Wars and bugs, I collect, therefore I am.