Buying new toy robots may not ever bring back 1984, but that’s OK when 2010 can also be awesome

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

For quite some time I’ve been very aware that the nostalgia I always blamed for my ungodly toy robot accumulation had been futile. Futile in the sense that it really didn’t matter how many Optimus Primes or Soundwaves I ever bought, 1984 wasn’t ever coming back, and my local Lionel Play World from the ‘80s is now a Bed, Bath, and Beyond.

But, you see, yesterday changed my feelings when I went into a Toys R’ Us not too far from me and was actually greeted with swelling racks of toys rather than baby clothes and video games. Pegs and shelves filled to the friggin’ brim with plastic love. And I even bought a new Optimus Prime and Bumblebee at damn near 1980s prices thanks to the rare Toys R’ Us sale. It might sound absolutely beyond retarded to the non-robocentric folks that may have accidentally found my blog, but for me it was a glimpse of bliss.

I hadn’t enjoyed a toy store on that level in quite some time. If I wasn’t so skint and I actually owned a cell-phone with a camera, I should’ve have taken pictures of the scene. But this little episode got me thinking—where the hell are the pictures of old toy stores from the 80s? Plaid Stallions seems to have the corner on the market for awesome old toy store pics, but they are definitely of the 70s variety. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but what I wouldn’t give for just a tiny glimpse of an awesome toy display or shelf from a Lionel Play World in 1985.

So I really think that cool toy display pics are what I must seek. I’ve got to get cracking on asking the interwebz peoples out there: “PEOPLES, GIVE ME SOME OLD TOY STORE PICS FROM THE GOLDEN AGE OF AWESOME!!!”

Perhaps that should be my focus. Danny Choo has OTACOOL. Perhaps I should start something similar, only instead of people with ungodly amounts of anime goods and moe hookers with swords, it will be people with their toy robots collections. But most of all, pictures of an aisle of Zayre right before the fall of the great toy robot wars of the 1980s and pictures of people with their toy robot sickness on full display.

Damn, I’ve got to get cracking, and perhaps with a blog name change to boot.

Stay tuned…

P.S.: Whoever found my blog by searching for “werewolves fighting tigers”, I believe you and I could be great friends someday.

The Batman=Grammer Nazi.

So much so, he wants to make sure that this guy can never utter a word again!

That’ll teach ‘em. Say “what?” one more time with a crushed windpipe!

 

Batman is clearly not taking any shit in this one.

My sporting fandom always seems to lead to this

Brutal disappointment seems to follow all my sports fandom. Regardless of sport or even talent level, the teams I support and love constantly find new and improved ways of gutting me like a fish.

Yesterday was no different, as it certainly appears that after a blistering start to the season, my beloved Arsenal FC will go trophyless barring the Mancs taking LSD before every remaining match…and even then they’d probably still manage some draws.

And to think that in American football I’m a New York Jets fan. I should be used to this sort of thing. But I’m not. The only thing that will make me feel better is a win this Sunday against the Mancs.

Otherwise, good riddance to a once positive season. And I still love my Arsenal, trophies or not.

 

“Taking-a-year-off-from-work-without”…………yeahhhhhhh, right.

These kinds of articles never cease to amaze me.

I’m laughing on the outside, crying on the inside.

I hate my life.

I get :
No vacations, no breaks, very little money and when I do have it, I manage to only find ways to squander it.

Ughhhh……….I wish I had no bills, no responsibilites, no rent, etc;..

But alas–I’m truly doomed.

I actually had this idea years ago—honestly

So I’m surfing (working, ha!) and come across a news item that features an idea I had years ago. Misfortune Cookies. And damn it, someone beat me to this. Actually, they do exist in various forms, but what makes these cool is that they subversively got into mainstream fortune cookie boxes.

I can procrastinate with the best of them so I don’t desreve a piece of this collective pie. Sorta like this blog—as in no recent posts. Because I’ve honestly been really busy with personal stuff. I’m sure the 3 or so people that actually visit here really missed it. Ha.

But anyways—I still love the concept. It’s gold, baby! Gold!

Read the story here!!

Stupid questions usually get what?

I have a confession to make.

I love reading those retarded Yahoo Answers–you know the ones. Why would anyone be so screwed as to rely on people you know exactly f@#k all about to answer questions you may have? And many are often serious.

I mean, forums can be helpful but these Yahoo answers are usually such a motley crew that how could you take any of them seriously. I have often contemplated putting my own purposely stupid or intentionally provocative questions on there just for the reactions from the uninitiated. Like this guy:

Great stuff–God bless him.

It was like a date…..

…with a person you’re not very interested in. That was my job interview last week.

They’re pretty cute. They seem fairly interesting, but there’s just that intangible something where you’re thinking–”I just don’t dig them.”

I know I could do the work. I’m qualified to do the work. The pay would be good, but….just…not…interested. Not to mention that it’s a temp-to-perm position, ie: Work your ass off for a few months and get laid off before unemployment benefits kick-in. At least that’s what I sensed by their “GO GO GO!!!” “WE NEED SOMEONE NOW!!!” tone.

I’ll take my currently creatively rewarding design job where I’m getting paid about half what I’m worth over an easy, crap design job that pays well but I’m unemployed with no benefits in 3 months.

So I guess it’s my same policy towards the fairer sex right now, that is–quality OVER quantity.

Man, has it really been 15 days?????

Well, to the five people that may actually visit this blog of lameness–I apologize for not having posted in a while. And I haven’t been very busy, either. Just didn’t feel like it. But I do now.

That said, the re-cap:

I haven’t gotten any new transforming robots lately. (just waiting for a clearance rack deal on Movie Leader Megatron)
The New York Jets are still pathetic….damn it.
I got another, rather unexpected, job interview at a place I really didn’t want to work. (more on that later…)
And I’m rather happy that Arsenal are at the top of the EPL.
I’m starting another blog. (more on that later as well…)

And…..oh yeah, Torchwood is the shizznit!

When a post is this right on, I just gotta

So I’m killing a bit of time online and come across this guys post about being a child of the 80s much like myself. He is so right on I just had to link to it to share with those who come to this blog. He is very much hitting on some things I firmly believe. Read it and weep.

I really hate my camera

My Polaroid Digital is far worse than I think any point & shoot digital camera on the market. For a while I believed that perhaps I just needed to better learn its in’s and out’s–NOPE. It officially sucks balls. Every image is too bright, too dark, or blurred as hell. I’m so eBaying this piece of crap and let someone else curse its existence. My relationship with this camera is over.