The Crazy Lady Hasn't Killed Me Yet

Hey folks, SinSynn here.

 When I reflect upon the actual time I've spent in my life doing hobby-related stuffs, I can't help but think it's the best time I've ever wasted.
:)
 I'm under no illusions that painting my lil' tankie-tanks is important to anyone but me, really. The endless array of army lists I create serve no lofty purpose other than to amuse myself, after all, but amuse me they do. Sure, the Crazy Lady I Live With is convinced the recently culled milk crates in the closet are filled with 'toys,' but what does she know?
 Ok, maybe, technically they could be classified as 'toys,' but you and I know they're so much more than that.

 

*Dreadnaughts think disguises are for chumps*

 I don't expect her to ever understand exactly what's goin' on in those milk crates, but whatevs. Despite the fact that her eyes glaze over with impending death by boredom every time I show her a new something-or-other I've built or painted, I still inflict them on her regularly.

'That's nice,' she'll smirk,'I was worried you'd hurt yourself assembling it. The box said it was recommended for ages 10 and up.'

 Sigh...yer a riot...now, check out the detail on that turret....

 Heck, at least I can sorta explain the models. Even a random stranger can appreciate a good looking model, right? 

 When it comes to mini-gaming, however, models are just part of it, aren't they? I've printed out so many army lists in the last year for Flames of War that  the Crazy Lady made me buy a big, jumbo-sized pack of special 'green' recycled printer paper for them. She claims I'm virtually single-handedly responsible for the deforestation of the globe. Clearly she's exaggerating a tad, but I do loves me some Easy Army, and I do play my fair share of FoW, so there ya go.

 There's also shelves filled with books, drawers stuffed with paints and glue, and all the other glorious accoutrements of my hobby pretty much strewn about everywhere. As I've mentioned in some of my previous posts, my mini-gaming habit tends to vex her from time to time.

 I also have the XBox and my PC, and a big ol' pile of games for both. Although they occupy significantly less real estate in the apartment, she doesn't discriminate -  they're all 'toys' to her. 

 Since I'm  wise to the whole 'arguing with stumps' thing, I let it slide.

*This one looks dangerous. Just keep walkin,' folks*

 After all, the Crazy Lady does sorta tolerate my gaming insanity. More than that, sometimes she even seems to...care. She does give me a sympathetic ear when I come home from having the Ultimate Rival hand me my backside. Which is like, often.

'Did you win?'

More often than not, the answer is 'no.'

'That cheating bastard. Is he off the friends list?'

You betcha.

Naturally, I'll proceed to riff for a bit about how that knucklehead only rolls 5's and 6's, how mean he is to orphans and puppies, etc, etc.

'You'll get him next time.'

I will. *sniffle*

 Then I go to my hobby desk to pout. I mean...plot my revenge, and she leaves me to it.

 A few weeks back my new FoW Stug list won several 6-1 victories against my hated enemy, and I...maybe did a lil' braggin' 'round the house. When the Ultimate Rival called to schedule a rematch, she answered the phone and started talking smack, of all things.

'Well, hello there. I heard you got yer butt kicked last week.'

She fends me off as I desperately try to grab the phone away from her. Ohmygod she's gonna get me killed.

'Yup, that's what he said. He said all yer lil' tanks were burning, and you cried like a girl.'

Trying to grab a knife now...this is bad. This is very, very bad.

'I think he used the B word, though...OK, here he is...'

She hands me the phone.

-_-

*I'd be safer in jail, actually*

 She's bought me snackies as I've sat with my feet up, ranting with my buddies on XBox live about mortar-camping prostitutes in Battlefield 3.

'Can you keep it down? I'm already watching American Idol with the subtitles cuz of you.'

It prolly sounds better that way...Heh...I'm sorry. These recon jerks have a MAV and a spawn beacon set up, and they're touching other in an impure manner at the objective.

'Well that sounds awful.'

It is. Thanks for the snackies, I'll try and be quie- OHMYGOD DID YOU SEE THAT? THIS FOOL JUST SHOT ME!

'Maybe you just suck...'

I was distracted by snackies! I blame you. Nomnomnom...

 I also remember the many times I've noticed a small pile of model bitz on my hobby desk.

'I found those on the floor as I was vacuuming today.'

Ummmm...wow...cool...thank you.

'You wanna thank me? Walk the dogs tonight.'

 DAMMIT!

 Sigh @ wily Terran females. Waddayagonnado?

Walk the dogs, and be grateful she hasn't killed me in my sleep.

Yet.

;)

Until next time, folks- Exit with catchphrase!

-SinSynn