Old….old. So… old.

In 1992, when Warhammer was being created, I was 36 years old and I was in the middle of the one of the best times of my life. I was living large and enjoying just about everything that this old world had to offer.

Except for Warhammer. I never heard of it. I STILL have barely heard of it.

So how did an old nerd like me miss such a profound event in the history of Nerdia?

I was too damn old. That’s how. I wasn’t hanging out with other nerds at the high school, being told about the next great thing and being invited over for pizza and Warhammer 40K.

It’s as alien to me as “Magic: The Gathering” and anime. The whole Japanese robot, card game with figures thing just flew under my radar and that’s that.

So now, that I’m out to pasture and contentedly munching my hay (watch it back there!) I can learn about Warhammer figures and how a whole massive shift in the culture created all these wacky paints that I know very little about.

I wish that the local hobby shops had carried this stuff, but they’re run by old bastards like me and they aren’t gonna go loading their shelves up with goofy “warhammy” stuff or “robots” or something when there’s still room on the shelf for the last of the HO New Haven hoppers… or, in a pinch, a beautiful 1/16 scale Panzer VI which EVERYBODY wants, right?

Right?

Hello?

So I’m out of the loop. Thank God for Youtube. Thank all the Gods. Pizza’s on me, fellas.