Sensei Sensibility

Welcome to Sensei Sensibility!  You  are the hungry mind yearning to learn about whether or not this article title is mere click-bait, or truly an eye-opening exposé on sentient, malevolent nineties toys;  I  am the (questionably) knowledgeable  Sensei , more than happy to satiate your nerderous appetite. I'm an adult, but not like an "adult" adult: From Homer's Telemachus  (that auld classics lad)  to Homer Simpson's Squeaky Voiced Teen, there comes a time in all our lives when we must  "put childish things away, and become a man!" However, according to a suggested Facebook post I recently saw (in your face extensive journalistic business research, this is as deep as we're going), 40% of North American toy sales now belong to the over 30s-with-no-children-but-heaps-of-disposable-income-to-indulge-in-nostalgia-purchases demographic. In essence, millennials. Just take a look around any Game Stop or attend any comic/nerd culture convention and you...

  Big Nedry Energy! Welcome to Sensei Sensibility!  You  are the hungry mind yearning to learn about the secret, inner workings of Ireland's largest Comic Con;  I  am the (questionably) knowledgeable  Sensei , more than happy to satiate your nerdy appetite. Sunday, March 12th, 6am: Up! Up! GEDDUUUUP! Bellows the internal scream, as I externally sob. Ireland is in the grips of a dual monsoon-season/snow-spell; it is as bitterly miserable a Sunday morning as you can possibly imagine. Only madmen or those being paid to be up at this time, in these conditions, would be up.  But I am not gaining financially from being up at this ungodly hour, I am in fact volunteering my sacred Sunday to help out at Dublin Comic Con .  Not only that, but I even PAID a volunteer deposit to offer up my (not so) free time. Does this mean I fall under the latter, "madmen", category?  Unequivocally. 8am: Armed with a belly-full of porridge, comfortable shoes, my ref...