I don't know why but when i see someone out in public wearing their pajamas i want to beat the shit out of them.
I'm turning 40 in a few weeks and i keep going from meh to outright panic.
I turned my son on to the Three Stooges the other day and we laughed until it hurt.
I've been in an artist slump as of late. Moving to the burbs and away from the city and the galleries has kinda taken me out of the game. Which is fine i guess. I even packed away some of my supplies. But here's the freaky part. As I've been getting into board games more i have had the desire to paint the mini figures. Well my wife got me Space Hulk (a $100 massively cool game) and these minis are screaming to be painted. So i went to a local Game Workshop and guess what? They have free painting demonstrations. In fact you just go and they let you use their paint and supplies and help you paint all your figures. So every Wednesday i will be going in to paint and hang out with nerdy 14 year olds. Its a good hobby for an old man i guess. Better than me going on some red-corvette-blond-bimbo-drug-fueled mid-life crisis.
I wonder how far this nerd rabbit hole goes?
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