From the workbench of the esteemed Horati0nosebl0wer

I sat and did some reading to indulge in some quality use of my brain. “Armies, Legions and Hordes” is something I’ve had on my shelf and never got around to. I wholly regret not cracking the spine earlier to pore over it.

I could gush about the book but it would be a wasted effort other than praise for others to not experience it. I will recommend it and share some thought from a take away experience I am having in self reflection.

Why do I like my method of hobbying?

• I get to build an army all of my own from the disparate parts around me offered by various people around the world.
• I build from abstract vision a concrete reality that I admire and handle regularly.
• My random twists and turns through flights of fancy become a cohesive whole that I show off and get response for good or ill.

What sometimes feels like a lonely, random ass, quixotic journey is not so much because there are others with the same, or atleast highly similar, penchants that drive them. I feel that my primary driver in life has been from a young age that I would do what I wanted creatively. I was told as a child in elementary school that I was to color pictures. I refused. I responded, as I sat drawing, that if other people wanted the pictures colored they would have done it themselves. From drawing to expand to LEGOs, the fundamental mental exercises of my impressionable youth have become expressed as a full grown man. Now, I do that here with all the toys I can find use for. The Island of Misfit Toys doesn’t exist; poor Moonracer holds no power in his crown, because all toys could find a place if you build it even if it is an army of coherent misfits.