Monday, February 25, 2013

I've created an awful, awesome thing. The Stunt Zombie has risen!

I was browsing around, checking out all the different Lego minifigures, when I came across this little fella.

Howdy! Ya'll have any ramps that need to be jumped?
Everyone refers to him as The Daredevil, but I know a stunt guy when I see one. Stunt guy. Stunt...now why does that sound familiar..Then it hit me. I searched around on E-bay and Amazon for a certain minifigure. Unfortunately, I'm not about to pay nearly $30 for one Lego figure, rare or not. Finally, I came across a set that had the guy I needed. It was actually quite a bit less than buying the minifig separately. I had some leftover Amazon money, so I placed my order. It's the Monster Fighter's Vampyre Car, in case you were wondering, and I'll focus on that at another time. Right now I want to bring your attention to the one figure I've been trying to obtain.

Nnngh!
The zombie chauffeur from the Vampyre's car. See where this is going yet? Okay, let me help you out.


First, a quick disassembly, followed by a quick reattachment..


Holy crackers, I've created a Stunt Zombie! It doesn't look like The Daredevil is too happy about the change up, but I'm afraid it's too late for that now. At least he'll still get to drive a sweet ride.

You're only good for one thing now, and that's getting kicked!

Of course, it appears that SZ isn't the friendliest zombie, at least not compared to Bob. Oh..Bob..I forgot all about him..

Where's this Bob fellow? I want to kick him.
Hopefully he's an understanding zombie, otherwise this could get a bit awkward.

Oh. You're Bob? Pssh, you're not so big.
This probably won't end well.

Sunday, February 24, 2013

I'm not a collector, really.

Throughout my life, I've collected various things. One of the first collections that comes to mind are the shells that I used to find on our trips to the beach. I live in an area surrounded on three sides by water, so it meant  those trips were rather frequent. It also meant I had two large plastic totes full of random shells, that just stayed in storage. Once in a great while I would pull out a tote and look through the shells. Then one day they got put away and that was it. The next time they were opened was when we were moving into my folks' new home. Even then, it was only to find out what were in the containers. Once I realized they were full of shells, they went into the garbage pile. Any interest I'd had in sea shells had disappeared long ago.

Comic books were the next thing to catch my interest. I was probably 9 or 10 when my folks bought me a bunch of comics for Christmas. I was instantly hooked. I started picking up one or two books whenever we went to the grocery store. Soon, I had amassed over 100 comics. One of my cousins, who was about 10 years older, gave me her entire collection.. She had a rather decent collection of Marvel comics from the 80's, and that pretty much tripled my collection in one day. My mom helped contribute to my collection when she stumbled across a couple garbage bags full of comics at a flea market one weekend. That added another couple hundred books to the pile. It didn't take long for me to amass quite a collection, and at one point I had over 1,000 books. Now that was a collection that I could actually enjoy. Some nights I would grab a stack of comics and just spend hours reading through them.

Much like the shell collection, eventually I started losing interest in comic books. The last time I remember actually buying one off the rack, I was 15 or 16 years old. It was a random copy of X-Men, and I had absolutely no idea what was going on in the story. I think I read through it once, then packed it away in a box with the rest of my books. After that, the collection pretty much spent all of its time packed away in the closet. A couple years later, and I was on my way to college. Since I had very limited space, the comics had to stay at home. There they stayed for the next 6 years. Around the time I was moving my stuff into my girlfriend's house, I pulled them out again and looked through all the books I had collected. Whatever fascination I had toward comics had dissipated over the years. Now they were a burden that had to be lugged back and forth, no easy task since the trunk they were stored in weighed close to 80 lbs. I made the decision to donate them to a local Goodwill-type store. Then, at least, someone else could have the opportunity to enjoy them.

I've gone through this sort of thing several times now. After comic books it was knives, and after that it was video games. Each time I would build up a collection, only to end up getting rid of just about everything. It wasn't until recently that I started thinking about all of this, and why I can't seem to hold on to things. At first, I was worried it might be a form of ADD or OCD, but it didn't seem to affect other aspects of my life. If you've ever seen an episode of Hoarders, you'll almost always see a scene where they ask the patient why they keep all the random garbage. Most of the ones I've seen say it's because they have the feeling that they're throwing away something useful, or something important, and they just can't bring themselves to get rid of anything. For me, it seems to be the opposite. I can't bring myself to keep something useful that I'm most likely never going to use. It's the reason why I sold off 90% of my knives. Even now, knowing that I have several Lego sets sitting around, along with a bunch of pieces packed away in a tote gives me that sick feeling in my stomach. I made the comment a couple posts ago about how I wouldn't mind building up a collection of POTF 2 Star Wars figures, and now I'm realizing that I will never let that happen. I wouldn't be able to stand having that many figures standing around and not getting played with.

I guess the one positive about the whole deal is that I never have to worry about clutter, since I tend to sell stuff off now before I accumulate too much. That's another great thing about having a blog. I can take pictures and write about this stuff, and hold on to the memories, rather than having to find a place to keep a bunch of random pieces of plastic.  Most of the stuff I buy will most likely end up being given away or resold on Ebay. Basically, this has been a lot of text just to explain why you'll likely never see me post pictures of an entire collection on here. Often, once I've taken photos and written about something, it's already on its way to another owner. There are some things I'll never part with, like my 25th anniversary Snake Eyes, and other things that hold some sentimental value. With some things, pictures and words just aren't enough.

Sorry about that big wall of text up there. I promise I'll take lots of photos for the next entry, which I'll hopefully get to very soon. Until then, I hope you all have a great rest of your weekend.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Let a sleeping Chris lie.

A couple nights ago, I ended up falling asleep on the couch. I don't really mind sleeping on the couches, they're actually rather comfortable. The problem is that I almost always wake up around 2 or 3 AM, and have to go upstairs to get in bed. Most of the time I have issues falling back to sleep, and before you know it, it's time to go to work. A few months ago, I told Chelsea to wake me up when she went to bed, so I could go up with her. Well, last Sunday, she did as I had requested, and insanity ensued. Chelsea was on her way to bed, and she stopped and woke me up. Immediately, I asked her,

"Where's the turkey?"

"What are you talking about? Are you still asleep?" she asked.

"No, of course not. Now what did you do with it? It was sitting right there on my book."

"There is no turkey, you're still asleep."

At this point, she started laughing at the absurdity of it all. Of course, that just made me even more angry.

I told her, "You just don't understand. Just forget it." She went up to the bedroom, while I shambled around a couple more minutes downstairs. I finally started going up the stairs, and knocked a picture off the wall in the process. That just made me madder, since I had to go back down the stairs to pick it up and hang it back on the wall.

When I got upstairs I was still pissed off, and still ranting and raving about the turkey (?). Chelsea still couldn't help but laugh at what appeared to be Chris going insane right in front of her. We got under the blankets, and she kept trying to snuggle up next to me, but I kept kicking her feet away. Mainly because they were freezing, but also because I felt like I had been wronged, and she was going to have to warm her own damn feet up. Dammit.

At that point, Chelsea started to get a little perturbed, and asked me to turn off the lights. I just pulled the blanket over my head and ignored her. With a heavy, pissed off sigh, she threw back the blankets, got up and just as she was about to hit the switch, I said,

"If you'd asked me to turn off the lights, I would have."

"I did ask you to do it," she replied. "You're such a dick." And we fell asleep.

I am a dick indeed. The worst part of this whole deal was waking up the next morning with no recollection of what happened. There was this feeling that something odd happened the night before. Then, as the day went on, bits and pieces started coming back to me, and it was around lunch time that I realized I may be in trouble when I got home. It really does scare me that I was able to act like this, for no reason, while I was still asleep. It's like Chelsea managed to wake up Hyde, while Chris was still in LaLa Land. Thankfully, I have a very patient and understanding girlfriend, that was able to laugh about the whole thing once I offered my sincerest apologies. She did tell me I would be sleeping on the couch for good if it ever happens again though.

Still, I kind of want to know what the hell I was originally dreaming about, and what was so important about that turkey.




Wednesday, February 13, 2013

I have Super Powers too...

Eric's post over on Toyriffic reminded me that I recently came into possession of a Super Powers Robin action figure.


Unfortunately, my example's karate chopping action feature doesn't work that well, but it's still a great looking figure. I originally received a Robin figure as part of a birthday gift from my grandmother when I was 5 or 6. If I'm remembering correctly, I also got a Superman figure, as well as a set of Superman, Batman, and Robin pajamas. It's one of those random occasions that I vividly remember.


I was in the dining room, and my family was all around me. My mom handed me a rectangular box covered in wrapping paper. I tore the paper off and lifted the lid, and saw Superman and Robin's smiling faces staring back from their plastic bubbles. It was almost like they were saying, "Happy Birthday, Chris. Looks like your grandparents are pretty cool for giving you such a great gift." Superman and Robin would be my two favorite toys for quite some time. They would get into all kinds of adventures together, and would often team up with G.I. Joe, since I didn't really have any other super hero figures. Unfortunately, tragedy would eventually strike, in the form of a half-chihuahua, half-terrier named Rascal. One day I left my Robin figure on the floor of my playroom and went outside. When I came back in hours later, I discovered that Rascal had chewed up Robin's legs and face. I was devastated. I remember going to my mom and crying, and her telling me that she would buy me another one. Alas, it was not to be. The Super Powers line had been cancelled, and all the local stores were sold out. I never really played with Robin after that, but I still couldn't bring myself to throw him out. In the end, I'm pretty sure he wound up in the trash heap during one of my many toy purges. After all the fun we'd had, he really did deserve a better end.

Holy Halloween Batman! I thought you would be taller!
 Now I just need to get a Super Powers Superman, and I can relive some of the adventures we had.

Friday, February 8, 2013

Boba Fett Mk.2



This really seems like it's becoming a Star Wars blog doesn't it? I promise the next entry will have nothing to do with Star Wars in any way, shape or form. Anyhow, this Boba Fett comes from the Power of the Force 2 line produced by Kenner starting in 1995. More specifically, he was part of a two pack with IG-88 released in 1996 as part of the Shadows of the Empire series. I had pretty much moved on from toys by the time this series had hit the stores, but that didn't stop me from adding a Boba Fett to my collection.

Pssh...You can keep your fancy sculpt. I fire rockets.

I think I mentioned before how the original vintage figures are my favorite due to their simplicity, but after handling this version of Boba, I think I've changed my mind. The POTF 2 sculpts were rather simple, yet still retained a good amount of detail. They also feel much more solid compared to the new sculpt era figures. Sure the new ones have tons of articulation, but they just feel fragile to me. I feel like I could toss this one down the stairs with nary a scratch.

Most of the figures I find from this line seem to go for little to no money, so it's really tempting to build up a collection. I should at least get all the bounty hunters. Otherwise, the Fett man won't have anyone else to hang with.

So next time, no Star Wars. I promise!

Friday, February 1, 2013

Fun Food Friday- The Dark Side of Candy



"Who dares mock the Dark Lord of the Sith? You shall pay for your insolence!"


"BZZZZT"




"You were certainly no match for a Jedi of my power! The Emperor will be most pleas...wait a second. What is that inside your armor?"


"Intriguing, candy that is tiny, yet sour enough to pucker the lips of even the strongest Jedi. Perhaps it is a trap set by Rebel spies. I shall report to the Emperor immediately!"


"Holy cannoli! Look at the size of that helmet. There's gotta be a ton of brains in there!"


"Man, no wonder the rebels always beat you. This thing is completely empty!"


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