Bacon, my friend, can you imagine a real life situation like the movie, The Road. And you got all those figures sealed and protected in an underground bunker. And someone like Viggo Mortensen and that whiny kid are trekking across America, trying to run from cannibals, and they find your bunker, and they think they've found a cache of food and guns and bullets. And then all they find are a bunch of Hot Toys Batman figures.
So on the military side of the hobby, one guy I knew pretty well, he was a military re-enactor, and one of the guys in his reenactment group was wealthy. Either family money or big tech money, some kind of crazy money. Anyway, he didn't just collect 1/6th occasionally, the guy bought vintage WW2 memorabilia. Things like pallets of uniforms and half tracks and motorcycles. At some point, the guy died ( not my former friend, the one he knew) And he left behind WAREHOUSES full of memorabilia. Not a garage, not a few storage units, but literally warehouses with things like old jeeps, German motorcycles, etc, etc. So, as I was told, when the big boom to make WW2 movies happened, circa early 2000s, lots of movie studios approached this guy, and said, "Hey, can we rent some of this stuff to make our movie" And, as I was told, he always said "No". I guess because he lent something once and it got busted or wrecked.
Anyway, I can't see that picture above, without thinking of Viggo Mortensen eating a bag of what were probably 20 year old Cheetos in a bunker while covered in like 8 pounds of grime on him.
That movie, more than any, made me rethink all the stuff I have in this hobby I never touch. If I can't load it into a shotgun or eat it, will it help me? But we have to have some non essentials to help our emotional/mental state. I think that goes too often undiscussed. Not all coping strategies are bad. If it stops you from living a functional life, and it's an addiction ( not saying you of course, just a general musing) then it's probably unhealthy. But without some small luxuries, I think most people would go completely insane.
I knew a single mother, and at some point, she just broke down in front of me. She asked me "Is this it?" And I said, is what it. And she said, just get up, work, eat, sleep, crap, toil, struggle to have a few free hours every day and maybe a few more than that on the weekends, and always look over your shoulder. And these were body shaking kind of sobs. The kind of pain that's been soaking in someone for a really long time.
Sometimes I forget how I lucky I am. Or how lucky many of us in this hobby are, to have the extras to collect.
I have less road ahead of me than behind me in this life. I am so very grateful for this hobby. It sometimes reminds me of the things I've lost. But it also reminds me of the things I still have.
PS If you have an empty box in that garage. Fill it with shotgun shells and mini bags of Cheetos. Let's give Viggo a chance after we are all crushed by the coming apocalypse.
and with figures coming in one after another, it's even more exacerbating 
