Greetings FOLs. Between my work schedule that is becoming increasingly odd and demanding, all the events planned by my extended family, The Munch’s school, and her other extracurricular activities, (not one of any of the aforementioned would I miss for the world), my desire to sit here and throw some ratings and comments on the works of this site’s great builders, and trying to squeeze out a few hours here and there to actually build something of my own, I am finding that my Pick of the Week feature has become impossible. In fact, I am rarely even home long enough on Tuesdays to put anything together. These things taken into consideration, I am going to have to temporarily suspend this feature. I want to thank all the builders that have allowed me to feature their works over these past months, as well as anyone out there that followed the features. I also want to apologize to those that allowed me to feature their works, but haven’t seen them here yet, as well as to those that may have enjoyed popping in on Tuesdays to see what’s new. If you are reading this and find that you are bummed by this news, bear in mind that I do indeed consider this suspension to be temporary and will pick back up where I left off when my schedule calms down a bit. For the time being, however, I will leave the Picks of the Past here on my page for all to ogle.
Tim C here. I am an AFOL of Southwestern Ohio and the age of 40 is becoming clearer in my sights every day. I have a very understanding wife who somehow tolerates her living room being occupied by a tower of plastic drawers filled with her husband’s toys, (it’s a complete contrast to the current motif), and a lovely daughter of five who is in full support of her father’s obsession. I am a bookstore manager who loves his job and family. After an estimated 25 year dark age, I have been building again for about a year now and I am here to make one clear statement:
I have lost control.
I don’t eat. I barely sleep. These meaningless endeavors waste time. I work and I build. I close my eyes. I open my eyes. Then I work and I build again. I watch the sun set. I watch the sun rise. I build. I try to pay attention to what those around me are saying, but it fades to gibberish in my ears. I can’t stop thinking about my next build. When I see items in the real world, or in movies that take place somewhere other than the real world, all I can think is, “Can that be built?” or “Do I have the pieces to pull that off?” or the occasional, “What set do I need for more light gray sloped bricks?”
And, for Pete’s sake, how can anyone have several thousand in a collection of anything, yet be irrevocably convinced that he does not yet have nearly enough!?
I feel as though I should be standing in front of rows of folding chairs filled with adults wearing strange little multi-colored pins on their shirts, nursing small puncture wounds on the knuckles of their index fingers from that stubborn 2X8 plate that wouldn’t come off for any amount of prying, and saying, “I’m Tim, and I am an AFOL.” Then the crowd answers in depressing monotones, “Hello, Tim. You are welcome here.” This is most likely followed by hugging and crying. I wonder if Bob Paulson builds with LEGO, (let’s see who gets that reference).
That being said, feel free to take a moment to nose around and look at my MOCs. I have put enough time into each to jeopardize my contact with any part of the outside world, and despite that, I am quite proud of them.