well, what a week.
Been sick since closing down the suite last Saturday night. Sore throat...then sinus...then a dry cough that has been ridiculous. I've never had allergy problems in my whole life, but when I finally went to the doctor, that's what took me down she says. My paranoid logical side wonders if it wasn't that pool-side room ac unit that I breathed in all weekend...but The Boy is fine. I am still not 100%, but codeine cough syrup is amazing stuff lol...even had to show a drivers license with prescription to get it.
Ohio was a perfect choice. about a 5 1/2 hr drive - straight shot from our house practically.
As commonly stated every year, by everyone - there was not enough time. It wasn't long enough. We rolled in thursday and it seems everything is a blur until getting home Sunday.
Trying to get in time with everyone was impossible..I simply don't know where time went. For example, Farley made it back to the meet after 3yrs...and I never had a chance to get to his table to just sit and shoot the breeze. I don't feel like I had a single minute of downtime this year, which is quite possibly a first. Seems at least on Friday after setup there's a lull - plenty of time to spend with everyone, but not this year. And that saddens me. Come Saturday, I barely got away from my table having conversations with so many people...and trying not to miss the panel discussions, Marty, and more. Thanks to The Boy - he was able to make sure I got a piece destined to come home with me - one of John's awesome Mummy & tomb combos...love it.
Something that has been born out of leaving Wheeling - the ability to "go" somewhere and "do" something. While its fun to hit a outside toy store or spend over two hours waiting for a seat to get a pizza somewhere, it has cut into our MM time...it's divided us. That saddens me a bit. At Wheeling, we all ate at the same place on Friday night cuz it was pitch-in-$5-pizza-night. Saturday night was group dinner night.
Saturday was sooooo crazy, there were people who came and setup tables that I didn't even get a chance to walk by and see or talk to - complete blur.
It's a bipolar experience - I thoroughly enjoyed every single minute, but didn't get to do every single thing I wanted. I swear, come the end of Saturday afternoon, it totally felt like Friday to me...I was a little in shock I think...felt like I missed a whole day somehow and it was over. For a first time ever (cuz I am an old fart) I closed down the suite on Saturday night...didn't want the weekend to end. As I typically have done these past few MM's, I bring my boxes of custom figures that I've started but not finished. I was finally able to sit down, concentrate and build my 12" Human Torch that Austin hooked me up with. Kind of funny story too - re-stringing the 12" Mego body I brought was left to my buddy Chuck. I'd tried re-stringing it once before - did not work, tossed it in the box because I simply wasn't feeling the creative juices. Chuck knocked it out for me and it was great having folks stay behind watching me work. Flattering to hear one of our Hall-of-Famers comment on my techniques....this place as taught me those techniques and as Austin always says, pay-it-forward.
There's been chatter on Facebook posts about paying more table fees to have the ballroom another day such as Thursday or Sunday...I know we'd be in for either choice.
It'd be nice to figure out a way to bring back the dinner traditions so we all can be together...but due to how we've grown, it is probably an unrealistic expectation and I just need to cope.
It's amazing to see we've filled a room the size of that ballroom...and it was at capacity its first year. Ummm....wow.
It's hard to explain this event to coworkers...they just don't seem to get it. It's a family reunion at its best.
When I come home with something, it's personal. Money at this type of event pretty much gets passed around from table to table lol. When I buy a custom, it's a part of that person that will forever be in a permanent collection...a reminder...a story to be retold.
I was able to unpack my swag finally. That Hulk box is going to display my used childhood figure. Waited a long time for this.
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Been sick since closing down the suite last Saturday night. Sore throat...then sinus...then a dry cough that has been ridiculous. I've never had allergy problems in my whole life, but when I finally went to the doctor, that's what took me down she says. My paranoid logical side wonders if it wasn't that pool-side room ac unit that I breathed in all weekend...but The Boy is fine. I am still not 100%, but codeine cough syrup is amazing stuff lol...even had to show a drivers license with prescription to get it.
Ohio was a perfect choice. about a 5 1/2 hr drive - straight shot from our house practically.
As commonly stated every year, by everyone - there was not enough time. It wasn't long enough. We rolled in thursday and it seems everything is a blur until getting home Sunday.
Trying to get in time with everyone was impossible..I simply don't know where time went. For example, Farley made it back to the meet after 3yrs...and I never had a chance to get to his table to just sit and shoot the breeze. I don't feel like I had a single minute of downtime this year, which is quite possibly a first. Seems at least on Friday after setup there's a lull - plenty of time to spend with everyone, but not this year. And that saddens me. Come Saturday, I barely got away from my table having conversations with so many people...and trying not to miss the panel discussions, Marty, and more. Thanks to The Boy - he was able to make sure I got a piece destined to come home with me - one of John's awesome Mummy & tomb combos...love it.
Something that has been born out of leaving Wheeling - the ability to "go" somewhere and "do" something. While its fun to hit a outside toy store or spend over two hours waiting for a seat to get a pizza somewhere, it has cut into our MM time...it's divided us. That saddens me a bit. At Wheeling, we all ate at the same place on Friday night cuz it was pitch-in-$5-pizza-night. Saturday night was group dinner night.
Saturday was sooooo crazy, there were people who came and setup tables that I didn't even get a chance to walk by and see or talk to - complete blur.
It's a bipolar experience - I thoroughly enjoyed every single minute, but didn't get to do every single thing I wanted. I swear, come the end of Saturday afternoon, it totally felt like Friday to me...I was a little in shock I think...felt like I missed a whole day somehow and it was over. For a first time ever (cuz I am an old fart) I closed down the suite on Saturday night...didn't want the weekend to end. As I typically have done these past few MM's, I bring my boxes of custom figures that I've started but not finished. I was finally able to sit down, concentrate and build my 12" Human Torch that Austin hooked me up with. Kind of funny story too - re-stringing the 12" Mego body I brought was left to my buddy Chuck. I'd tried re-stringing it once before - did not work, tossed it in the box because I simply wasn't feeling the creative juices. Chuck knocked it out for me and it was great having folks stay behind watching me work. Flattering to hear one of our Hall-of-Famers comment on my techniques....this place as taught me those techniques and as Austin always says, pay-it-forward.
There's been chatter on Facebook posts about paying more table fees to have the ballroom another day such as Thursday or Sunday...I know we'd be in for either choice.
It'd be nice to figure out a way to bring back the dinner traditions so we all can be together...but due to how we've grown, it is probably an unrealistic expectation and I just need to cope.
It's amazing to see we've filled a room the size of that ballroom...and it was at capacity its first year. Ummm....wow.
It's hard to explain this event to coworkers...they just don't seem to get it. It's a family reunion at its best.
When I come home with something, it's personal. Money at this type of event pretty much gets passed around from table to table lol. When I buy a custom, it's a part of that person that will forever be in a permanent collection...a reminder...a story to be retold.
I was able to unpack my swag finally. That Hulk box is going to display my used childhood figure. Waited a long time for this.
HipstamaticPhoto-549694851.008451.jpg
HipstamaticPhoto-549853338.351615.jpg
HipstamaticPhoto-549854161.841214.jpg
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