Showing posts with label vintage star wars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vintage star wars. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 4, 2014


I had planned on posting something else today, but my camera told me that its battery was "exhausted". You and me both camera. Instead, I leave you with a photo of a Hoth Trooper, who looks just as annoyed by the snow as I am.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Malakili-Beast Master

Here's Malakili, keeper of the Rancor Monster, and a washed up performer from the Circus Horrificus. He came into my possession as part of a trade with Eric, of Toyriffic fame. I've often wondered how many kids out there chose ol' Malakili over Luke Skywalker or Han Solo. Nobody wants to be the chubby guy that cries over the loss of his monster. Still, I hear he's a damn fine monster wrangler, so I decided to put him to the test. I sent Malakili into the dreaded den, to try his hand at taming the wild Kirby Monster.

"Egads! Look it the size of 'im! He's bigger than a Krayt Dragon. I bet he's twice as mean too! This one'll take some finesse."

"There's a nice fella. There ain't many monsters that can resist a good ear scratching. It's how I tamed me first Rancor. Really tough, since they haven't got much for ears."

"And 'ere we go. He's been tamed in record time. I'm startin' to doubt he's a ferocious as ye say. Seems a bit of a creampuff to me."

You keep thinking that Malakili, I've personally seen Kirby Monster taking on zombies with nary a glint of fear in his eyes. You better keep your guard up, lest you end up like Bob.

Friday, May 24, 2013

Old School Sith Lord

I had that big guy up there for several years before I knew who he was. My original was in worse shape though, and was missing his cape and lightsaber. I'm not sure how I originally came into possession of Darth Vader. Going by his condition, he must have been a hand-me-down from one of my older cousins. Or, he could have been something my mom picked up at a yard sale. She used to love hitting the garage sales, and I was usually lucky enough to be the one she was buying for. Regardless of where he came from, I could just tell he was a bad guy. It must be the face. I don't think anyone could have a face like that, and still be a good guy.

The lightsaber hilt always puzzled me. I had never seen a complete Darth Vader at that point, so I just pretended it was a laser gun of some sort. Sometimes I would stick a G.I. Joe knife in there, and have him run around attacking people like that. In the end though, Old Darth just didn't have the panache or the staying power of Destro or Cobra Commander. It wasn't long before he started spending most of his time at the bottom of the toy box. He most likely ended up being part of the great action figure massacre of 1994. It's an event that led to me destroying most of my toys I'd collected up until that point. If I could travel in time, it's one of the first places I'd stop, and I would give my 13 year old self a smack in the head. Trust me, he was starting to become a real jackass, and having my future self come and give him a wake up call would have prevented so many problems.

Figures like this Darth Vader remind me that my tastes are changing as I get older. Years ago, I would have dismissed these figures because of their lack of articulation and their simple appearance. Now, I find myself appreciating that same simplicity. For me, the vintage Star Wars line is starting to transcend from just mere toys, to miniature works of art. You know, maybe I should try to figure out how to frame some of these guys. Chelsea always says I don't have enough of my own decorations around the house..
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