I’ve been writing/blogging for quite a while now, upwards of 10 years or more. Writing is just something I like to do. It doesn’t matter who, if anyone, reads it…it’s just a way to empty my brain in a fun way. I never expected my blogging to result in much, and it hadn’t until just recently. I’ve officially become a guest blogger.

What goes up, must come down. And that old addege applies to toys as well. When it comes to building toys, you almost guarantee that any sort of giant structure is going to come down, usually in a most spectacular way. At one point during my childhood I had a toy that was a little different than other building toys - it was meant to come down.

Philip who runs a favorite toy blog of mine, Battlegrip, is currently on a trip in Hong Kong for some sort of toy convention. He’s writing about it as he goes and more so he’s posting photos. All I can say is never take me to Hong Kong.

If you’re a person that works in the same spot 8-hours a day for five days a week, then work is pretty much a second home. All in all, you probably spend more time awake at work than you do at home during the regular work week. That means work needs to be as comfortable and happy as possible…and in my case, it means I bring a little bit of home to work.

My mother wasn’t very good at buying brand name toys. She understood that they were toys and that they’d get lost, broken, or both. Of course, at the time I didn’t care, I wanted what I wanted just like any good kid. In this case, what I wanted was a Capsela building set, but what I got was Legions of Power. And somehow a few Legion of Power toys survived childhood and ended up in the Box-O-Toys.

Lets start with the basics…action figures. I had so many action figures as a kid I just can’t even begin to count. If I had some sort of check list in front of me I could tell you which ones I had, but safe to say I had dozens upon dozens from various franchises, GI Joe being my favorite. But that doesn’t I mean I wasn’t without the lame action figures, like a space pirate and Burt Reynolds?

It’s no secret that I love toys. Who doesn’t? But while some people “grow out” of toys, I’m not ashamed to be a fan of toys even as I enter my 30s. Like the rest of us, I’ve lost many toys since I as little. They were either out right lost, sucked up in the vacuum, blow apart, or melted down in a spectacular pyro display. But some toys survived, and most of them ended up in a box - the Box of Lost Toys.

I’ve been writing on the web, most call it blogging, for probably over 10 years now. And if you ask one friend I came damn well close to inventing blogging…although I won’t quite claim that title (but wish I could!). I’ve always enjoyed writing about the things I enjoy, and if you’re truly passionate about something, it is your duty to share and impose your happiness onto others. And even if no one is reading (so you think), it’s good to get your thoughts down because you never know what …