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sum assembly required


The last 48 hours I’ve been a busy monkey reinstalling software and dragging gigs of project files across the network onto the replacement PowerBook.

With the roof antics and some insight from some financial snapshots Loanscapes provided, we’re now holding off on refinancing until I can fix some annoyances that have come up as a result of the last sluggish business year. Meanwhile, txredneck, found blog.pop and we’ve been iChat bonding over years spent in the Jr. Masons and he’s been dispensing some valuable biz-operations consulting. (he’s a consultant by day – a redneck by blog).

The box arrived from Kid Robot which I assumed contained the little bears we ordered for our nieces and nephews. Kevin snagged the box, glared at me and ran to the back of the house. “hu?” – I tend to be nebulous about this kind of stuff, and quickly forgot about the suspicious behavior.

Later that evening I heard, “Oh fuck it” – and he emerged with something behind his back… “I was going to save this for our anniversary but you’ve been grumpy with everything going on you need a pick me up.”

He revealed what he was holding. A Stikfa! (Quite possibly the coolest damn line of toys I’ve ever seen). I made my requisite squeaky excited noises and we got to the task of assembling the figures. I question whether these things were ever intended for children – assembling them alone is an exercise in tedious patience. (the parts, over 50 of them, come on their molded trees that you have to snap out and put together).

I spent the entire evening taking photos and constructing little stories about my new toys. (See Figure A: “Stupid shit you do when you don’t watch television”).

If I had a blog I’d probably post some of my results, (and apologize for the inconsistent tonal-range and color balance between cells).

What’s worse? A thrity-two year old man who plays with toys….

Or… A thirty-two year old man who plays with toys, blogs about it and then denys it?

figure action


About two years ago while unboxing Christmas poop we found a small hand made kresch my mother gave me. That was it though.. no nativity figures…. just the structure. We got the wild hair to construct a nativity scene entirely from Star Wars action figures but the silly idea,… like so many… got shelved and never implemented.

The other night we headed out to do some Christmas shopping for family and stopped into the Toys-R-Us searching for a toy camera for the nephew in PA.

We didn’t find one… But we we did wind up spending more time in the damn toy store than any other stop that night.

I was mid-drool over the Stikfas, when Chad and Kevin turned the corner with a wide-eyed expression on their faces and giggling their asses off…. They found a Playmobil nativity set… Suddenly our tight budget and original directive to ONLY BUY THINGS FOR OTHER PEOPLE vanished. This was way too odd to pass up.

We rushed home and set it up…

The instruction booklet was so simple,… so beautiful…. so graphic… it was difficult to use and it wound up taking forever to assemble the cast of characters.

My inner weirdo is satisfied that we found something so kitsch.

My inner residual catholic is satisfied that we have a nativity set on display.

My inner film-fag had fun setting them up with dramatic lighting.

My inner smartass will deny blogging about this.