
Was he an advanced engineerper or just a crazy cybertronian invehter?


Was he an advanced engineerper or just a crazy cybertronian invehter?


Where have all the old toy stock rooms gone???

I didn’t give this up.
I didn’t get a better job.
i didn’t get a life.
I didn’t get married.
I didn’t get any smarter.
I didn’t find a healthier outlet.
I didn’t join a cult, unless that cult involves grown men that collect toy robots and play video games whenever they can.
Most of all, I still feel like writing something here at least every 6 months.
So the Bobby Fisher of toy robots blogging has come out of seclusion for, exactly why, you may not be (probably aren’t) asking?
To write a friggin’ BotCon re-cap of course!

Hey Bot kiddies--remember these??
BotCon 2010: The Invasion
The whole thing began as anyone who’s been to a BotCon can attest–a long-ass line that stretched into the Epcot parking lot on Thursday night to pick-up my “package”. For a long time I’d felt stupidly alone in this toy robot accumulation thing, but this line eased my fear of being in my 30′s and being far more worried about scoring a Japanese Animated Blackout in the dealer room than how BP was going to clean up all that oil that’s laying waste to a delicate aquatic ecosystem.
I was actually one of the first 1000+ people, I guess, to register for this thing, as my pick-up line was actually in the first group at 6pm. Once I got in, it was smooth sailing, got my crap, got out, went to my hotel to watch a guy on the Discovery Channel catch killer river fish and fell asleep. I would need my rest for day 2.

BotCon 2010 Invasion +2
As I arrived for my first group of panels, I promptly met, you guessed it–ANOTHER LINE.
I got in and got to listen to the TFCC guys talk about their comics, a Takara legend in Yoke Hideaki speak about how designing great toy robots in the late 70′s was about making fun toys with no characters/characterization, and then got to hear Bob Budiansky honestly speak of his enormous contribution to the Transformers mythos.
His honesty was so refreshing to me. Writing Transformer bios and the comics was simply a job he performed well and by 1989, much like myself, he left it there to move onto other things. Yet, here we both were, 25+ years later, involved in toy robots again. Simply awesome.
More awesome, however, was finally getting to meet a legend in interwebz toy robot historian circles, none other than my main man, Evil King Macrocranios! Bonus–fairplaythings-Colin! It was so fantastic to meet people I’d spoken to on the interwebz over the last few years and finally get to meet them.

Your Agent of Doom on the left, Evil King Macrocranios, and Fairplaythings at BotCon!
This BotCon was already going great but that just made it go up a notch. To be honest, there had actually been a part of me that considered not going a couple months ago–even with it being held less than 2 hours from me. I would’ve have been an even bigger idiot than usual to have passed this up. The time I spent with those two made my weekend, really. Awesome toy robots but even cooler people.
I really hope to see the Evil King again soon at Star Wars Celebration in August! And congrats, Colin on an award well deserved for the diorama!
And to sum up the dealer room on Friday, it had everything I pretty much ever wanted in transforming toy robots, outside of a MIB G1 Star Saber for $20 and an aphrodisiac bot for obvious reasons.

Holy crap, I gotta have him.

Obligatory con haul pic.
I ended up spending most of my cash but walked out with great deals, met some of my TFW2005 peoples, and even watched one of them play the horrendously awesome Japanese Transformer game on the PlayStation 2. Love the little kicks.
Otherwise, as per usual, I’ll let some of my pictures tell the tale.
BotCon 2010 came and went, and when all was said and done, I really left wondering just what the hell I had been doing for the past 4 days or 6 months, even.
For more of my BotCon visit, see my flickr: BotCon 2010.
And on that note, I shall continue in my studies of the Robobnomicon, and that BotCon Rapido es muy fantastico, Crazy Steve.

Not that I wasn’t already over the top excited about the new War for Cyberton Transformers game coming out the same week as my first BotCon, but then, THIS.
Let’s just say, my pants fit a little tighter after seeing this. It will be so nice to have awesome new Transformers again that aren’t for the Animated line. I love/loved Animated, but this new/old rendition of toy robots has me willing to compulsively buy them again.
Paul Bunyon Convoy never looked so rad.

So upon the glorious news that BotCon 2010 will be in Orlando next June, it became clear to me that it is just frankly my own lame destiny to have it so close to home the same summer as Star Wars Celebration V.
However, this BotCon announcement is not without it’s own geeky repercussions to me personally. For the first time since 2005, I think I’m skipping MegaCon, of which I’ve loyally attended in all it’s insanity. With the impending awesomeness and expense of both the toy robots extravaganza and the annual Lucasfilm celebration of arrested youth, I’m afraid MegaCon is simply a con too far, as is JoeCon in Rhode Island. My plastic army men loving peeps will have to wait until another time to meet the infamous Agent Morris (aka Agent of Doom).
The way I see it, the cost of my plane ticket alone could get me my pre-registration for BotCon. That, and I ain’t made of money. Gotta draw the line somewhere.
Star Wars Celebration V is a similar matter. I kinda figured I’d never ever get to go to one without extreme expense, but alas, in my own backyard!
2010 is already shaping up to be one hell of an awesome, shamelessly lame and expensive year for me. But now I’ll have both of those supreme Con experiences under my belt and I barely had to even go across the street to do so!
And let’s face it, it ain’t every day you can get to finally meet the Indiana Jones of toy robot ads, is it?
I’d been thinking about this blog recently.
Thinking about how I used to rather infrequently blog about nothing and loserdom. Thinking about all the plethora of abandoned blogs and toy sites I come across in my interwebz travels when not lurking on cosplay sites looking for great renditions of Morrigan. And I’ve thought how I didn’t want to become just another abandoned loser blog. I want to be AN ACTIVE loser’s blog.
How I missed those days of needless typed drivel. And if you’re reading this entry you either:
A) Know exactly what I’m all about and miss the bad old nothing days of DOOMblog.
-OR-
B) Have no idea just what the hell I’m going on about.
I almost rather hope it’s “B”, cuz if it’s “A” you may have gotten tired of coming here and seeing the same damn Hasbro promo shot of Transformers Animated Rodimus for 5 months (that may actually be happening after the smoke clears from the Bayfomer-explode fest.) But I write this entry to say, I’m back from the dead like a toy collecting Jason Voorhees and I’ll keep my mindless spewing for the 5 people who have me bookmarked!
See you in the movies!
…Animated Rodimus is a pimp. See seibertron.com for the evidence.


Just what the hell is wrong with me? For a long time now, I’ve been very down on the upcoming Bay-formers movie debacle and the fugly damn toys that accompany it for like, A YEAR NOW! And yet, guess who’s been on a frakin’ Transformer Movie toy spending spree/binge. Damn it!!!
I’m a truly sick man, for in the last two weeks I’ve bought:
Revenge of the Fallen Deluxe Sideswipe
Revenge of the Fallen Deluxe Sideways
Revenge of the Fallen Deluxe Breakaway
Revenge of the Fallen Deluxe Rampage
Revenge of the Fallen Deluxe Desert Brawl (a frakin’ repaint!?)
Revenge of the Fallen Deluxe Bumblebee
Revenge of the Fallen Deluxe Sideways (darker variant)
Revenge of the Fallen Voyager Starscream
Revenge of the Fallen Voyager Demolishor
Revenge of the Fallen Voyager The Fallen
Revenge of the Fallen Leader Megatron
Movie 2007 Premium Deluxe Barricade
Movie 2007 Premium Deluxe Jazz
Movie 2007 Lawson’s Japanese DVD Exclusive Blackout (cost me a damn pretty penny, too)
W…T…F!
All this from a guy who didn’t want anything to do with the damn things and was all butt-hurt with the shelving of more Animated toys!
My robo-plastiholism runs DEEP. I’m so very, VERY DOOMED. My wallet weeps…
Drugs aren’t that much more expensive than toy robots, are they?
Pictures of my toy robot crap coming soon…
The proof is in the pudding RIGHT HERE.

It just made my day!
My favorite quote:
so i am done collecting.
i am 28 and the only G1 i need/want to complete “my” collection is Fort Max.
Cold day in hell that i pay for that son of a bitch.
And this dude was BANNED for this! No sense of humor at all in that place.
It occurred to me upon reading this thread, at the oh-so-awesome-toy-robot-fetish site, that perhaps I deep down really do hate my hobbies. As any guy with no real “life” to speak of, I often indulge in those things which most “normal” people would call “a waste of time/money.” And due to this, while I honestly love most of my preoccupations (toy robots, comics, crap movies, etc;…) they often cause an unquantifiable shame deep within me.
After every subsequent episode of my futile social interactions, it gets really easy for me to think, that while I don’t know what I’d really do without reading things like a werewolf fighting a bear with mechanical claws, it’s pretty damn difficult to talk to “normal” people about the crap state of the global economy or Tiger Woods winning a golf tournament(again!)
It’s as if I, at certain times, wish my interests really were something like cars, guns and fine wines. It especially gets really difficult in a first date situation, when women first get to know you, and after a short while I start praying that the conversation promptly shifts from life ambitions/meaning to why the newest BotCon set sucks so badly.
There are no easy answers to this love/hate relationship I have with my hobbies. Not unless I had some not-so-serious leather sofa time to find out the absolute basis for this dysfunctional relationship I have with obsessively obtaining toy robots and comics with copious amounts of kicks in the face.
I love it all so much, but, at the same time, feel somewhat ashamed. Is that a healthy shame? I’m quite unsure of that, really. Although when I dropped out of college in the mid-90s, that was the beginning of the bad place I got to by 2004 and then my comeback, if you will, where I finally buckled down, went back to college, graduated, quit my minimum wage record store job, and now work at a publisher almost making a living even in this shit-economy. While it will take years for my financial irresponsibility/stupidity to be fully rectified (shit-loads of credit card/student loan debt, for one), I did “grow up” in many ways and will definitely finally/hopefully own a house in 5 years. Will I feel better then? I’m not so sure of that. But I will then have more display space to show off my years of poor and questionable choices! That’d be something to be proud of, right? Or am I well and truly doomed?