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I collect the old Ral Partha Official 2nd Edition AD&D miniatures...

That's something like 16 different box sets and just south of 300 individual blister packs in total...

I own roughly just under half of that, many of the individual SKUs both loose and in their original blisters.

I've spent far, far, far less on my rpg hobby in the past two decades than I have on my other hobbies, lol. :p



Jeebus, what is wrong with some people?

I could tell you, but you really don't want to know...
 

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I collect the old Ral Partha Official 2nd Edition AD&D miniatures...

That's something like 16 different box sets and just south of 300 individual blister packs in total...

I own roughly just under half of that, many of the individual SKUs both loose and in their original blisters.

I want to subscribe to your newsletter. I have a bunch of those, but now I want them all (but I want them for cheap ;) ).

Seriously, tho - do you have or know of a checklist? I'd be curious to see exactly how many of that set I do have.
 


Fun story time: When I was 13 or 14, I outgrew my shoes (like you do). My dad is a legendary cheapskate, to the point that he is best described as "penny wise, pound foolish" because he will buy the absolute rock-bottom cheapest of a thing he needs, even though he knows it's probably going to break in a month or less and he'll need another one. He's already tired by this point of my constantly outgrowing clothes, so he's going to take me shoe shopping.

So we go to the store, and eventually I find a pair of shoes I think are fine, and in my dad's correct price point. The salesman comes by with the Brannock device to measure my feet, and finds my feet are size 11.

My dad: "What?"
Salesman: "Yeah, size 11. Pretty respectable for a teenager. It might be your final shoe size." (It was.)
My dad: "... That's impossible."
Me: "What?"
My dad: "You can't have size 11 feet."
Me: "... Why?"
My dad: "Because my feet are size 10½, and there's no way your feet are size 11."
Me: "... What?"
Salesman: "... What?"

And that's how I ended up with size 10½ shoes on my size 11 feet for about six months. Eventually my mom asked my why my feet were always hurting, I told her, she shook her head, and I ended up finally getting shoes the right size.

Obviously, I was in the wrong here.

I should never have let my feet grow to size 11!
 
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Fun story time: When I was 13 or 14, I outgrew my shoes (like you do). My dad is a legendary cheapskate, to the point that he is best described as "penny wise, pound foolish" because he will buy the absolute rock-bottom cheapest of a thing he needs, even though he knows it's probably going to break in a month or less and he'll need another one. He's already tired by this point of my constantly outgrowing clothes, so he's going to take me shoe shopping.

So we go to the store, and eventually I find a pair of shoes I think are fine, and in my dad's correct price point. The salesman comes by with the Brannock device to measure my feet, and finds my feet are size 11.

My dad: "What?"
Salesman: "Yeah, size 11. Pretty respectable for a teenager. It might be your final shoe size." (It was.)
My dad: "... That's impossible."
Me: "What?"
My dad: "You can't have size 11 feet."
Me: "... Why?"
My dad: "Because my feet are size 10½, and there's no way your feet are size 11."
Me: "... What?"
Salesman: "... What?"

And that's how I ended up with size 10½ shoes on my size 11 feet for about six months. Eventually my mom asked my why my feet were always hurting, I told her, she shook her head, and I ended up finally getting shoes the right size.

Obviously, I was in the wrong here.

I should never have let my feet grow to size 11!
I was in a shoe store and the guys call me boss, and I said, "Ya, can I just get those sneakers in a 10?" And uh, he said, "Okay" and then he went down stairs. He came back and he said, "I don't have a 10, I have a 9." "Oh great, because while you were downstairs, my toes were severed, so that works out. Normally it would be stupid for you to tell me a number different than the one I said, 'cause it goes with my body part. But given my very recent accident, you're right on. I'll take the 9's and a pile of band-aids, thank you. You're re-hired 'cause you're a genius.- Demetri Martin
 

I was in a shoe store and the guys call me boss, and I said, "Ya, can I just get those sneakers in a 10?" And uh, he said, "Okay" and then he went down stairs. He came back and he said, "I don't have a 10, I have a 9." "Oh great, because while you were downstairs, my toes were severed, so that works out. Normally it would be stupid for you to tell me a number different than the one I said, 'cause it goes with my body part. But given my very recent accident, you're right on. I'll take the 9's and a pile of band-aids, thank you. You're re-hired 'cause you're a genius.- Demetri Martin
I like Demetri Martin a lot but is it me or have his jokes gotten more dark and somewhat bitter over time (I don’t object to the change, I just could swear his earlier material had a more optimistic tone)
 

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