he is still alive...

there i was, hurrying down the hall, reminding myself that "i need to take some photos of those Masters while there's still light". not exactly Monet, but i approve.

my home is a working Animation space. there are countless items like this... well... everywhere. however, most of that is his crap. my crap is (mostly) of the yarny variety. 

still, there we were, walking around Gotham Central Comics, and i kept coming back to these two. so, they came home with me... a day before the ban on "acquiring unnecessary crap" (which we had agreed on just days before) was to go into effect. i may have also bought an orchid right after we left the comic book store, so it is safe to say that this ban will not last very long. but, at least we are trying. 

so, there i was today... finally getting around to taking my Masters out of their boxes, and getting a closer look at them for the first time, when i made the gravest mistake.

me: sweetie... i want to take a picture with He-Man holding his sword, but i can't get it into his hand.

so, he came to have a look. less than ten seconds later, there was a snapping noise followed by...

him: oops!

my left eye started to insta-twitch. 

him: i'm just gonna take this to the studio. 

at which point, he exited the room carrying the He-Man figure... and TWO pieces of his sword. he started asking me something about a UV light and glue, but i was in a state of shock. 

he returned a short while later, proudly displaying the figure of He-Man, now brandishing his sword.

him: tada! good as new!

me: *TWITCH*

him: you can't even tell the difference... as long as you don't plan to ever take the sword from his hand.

me: *TWITCH* i was just gonna take a picture, and then put it back in the package... then never take it out again.

him: well, there has to be some way to get it back in the box with the sword in his hand. 

me: it is physically impossible to get it back in the box. *TWITCH*

i should note that he was trying especially hard not to break out laughing through this whole exchange. he has hundreds of collectible figures for all sorts of things... plus all the stuff he preordered before the ban, that keeps showing up in the mail. 

him: i have to repair parts of figures all the time. it happens. 

me: *TWITCH*

him: but i know how you are, so you're probably gonna get all stressed out because you can't stop thinking about it being broken.

me: *TWITCH*

he did offer to replace it, and i did consider letting him do so, but only for a minute or two.

him: why not just get a new one? it would be exactly the same.

me: no it won't.

him: why not?

me: because i would know. i bought them together in the comic book store where you used to hang out with your brother, and i only went with you that day because he was sick. they are mementos of that day. a new He-Man would never be the same.

luckily, i took a few shots before taking them out of the boxes. and i am glad to report that he is still alive... for now.