The biggest problem with this new hobby of mine is that my birthday wish-list can no longer be automated with the help of Amazon.com.
I want metal.
Boxes and boxes of soft, white metal, sculpted into fantastic shapes worthy of dreams and nightmares.
When I was a kid my parents would let us pore over the Sears catalog and circle the toys we most wanted Santa to bring us. We always ended up dog-earing and circling almost every page in that section of the book.