tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874882.post4962443518726555882..comments2024-03-17T09:16:18.726-04:00Comments on Plaid Stallions : Rambling and Reflections on '70s pop culture: Nerd Therapy Session: So-Dumb WarriorPlaidstallionshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04922569505772725122noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874882.post-83582280383586612892012-01-28T11:15:13.613-05:002012-01-28T11:15:13.613-05:00So many stories...
Right after I graduated from c...So many stories...<br /><br />Right after I graduated from college, I was at a science fiction convention and found a dealer that had some Planet of the Apes Megos for a decent price as well as a Planet of the Apes Treehouse Playset. Well, it wasn't actually THE Planet of the Apes playset but a Troll dolls treehouse playset which was basically the same as the original but repackaged for the short-lived troll doll renaissance. I bought it and as I was there with a friend who was now lost somewhere in the convention and had the car keys, I had to carry my sack o' Megos as well as this huge Troll doll playset around under my arm. 'No big deal,' I thought, 'I'm among the unwashed basement dwelling fanboy masses who understand such things.'<br /><br />Working my way through the crowd moments later I realized that I had unwittingly stumbled on a local TV news crew doing a story. (You know, the typical "BAM! POW! look at all the nerds at the Science Fiction convention segment that they put at the end of the newcast so the anchors can laugh and go out on a funny note.). I turned to quickly walk the other way when someone called my name. Turns out the producer of the piece was an attractive young lady I had gone to college with and who not only remembered me but wanted to interview me on camera for the story. <br /><br />After we caught up for a few moments she turned to tell the cameraman what she wanted. It was only then that I looked down and remembered the giant Troll doll playhouse under my arm. By the time she turned back around, I was gone, having disappeared into the mass of fanboys knowing I could never really explain why I had a Troll doll playhouse under my arm and Mego Apes in a plastic bag.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874882.post-34494944871338716642012-01-23T16:44:10.711-05:002012-01-23T16:44:10.711-05:00Brian, Dano and Christ. Those are hilarious! And...Brian, Dano and Christ. Those are hilarious! And Tom, I served until the end of 12th grade! Imagine that! And the priest wanted me to keep serving after that. I, uh...politely refused.John IIIhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15132698775961146036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874882.post-26826809375000607042012-01-23T11:55:41.881-05:002012-01-23T11:55:41.881-05:00Awesome story! Back in '96, when I was 23, som...Awesome story! Back in '96, when I was 23, some friends and I drove to New Orleans to fulfill my childhood dream of seeing the original lineup of KISS in full makeup on the third show of their much-hyped reunion tour. We got there pretty early so we could rummage through the shops in the French Quarter, when, at like the second shop we hit, I found a Shogun Warriors Godzilla in near mint condition for $20! I snatched it up, and while drunk on my discovery, I didn't even hear the cashier say that she didn't have a bag big enough to hold it. It wasn't until about five minutes later, wandering down decateur street with this huge toy under my arm that I started to notice the stares and came to a very grim realization. It was only noon, the show didn't start until seven that night, and we had parked miles away next to the Superdome and taken a cab into the quarter. I... have to... carry... this big-ass toy around with me... all... damn... DAY!!! Luckily, my friends were all-too familiar with my um, hobby, and didn't give me too much grief, but the constant staring and giggles from nearly EVERYONE else in the French Quarter that day was difficult to take even for someone with such an under-developed sense of shame as I had! The best part was going into a nice restaurant to eat and giving Godzilla his own chair to sit in. I was three sheets to the wind at that point and started firing his fist at my friends ;-)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13696688675922221194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874882.post-63202033208696422272012-01-22T03:39:10.948-05:002012-01-22T03:39:10.948-05:00I don't even collect toys, but I'm probabl...I don't even collect toys, but I'm probably not alone in saying that one of my recurring dreams is being in a big run-down K-Mart kind of store and finding behind some new merchandise a dusty cache of original Kenner Star Wars boxed toys. Seriously, I've had that kind of dream over and over for years. Every time I am so indescribably happy.John Scott Tyneshttp://www.johntynes.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874882.post-2868423252206366952012-01-21T16:41:18.330-05:002012-01-21T16:41:18.330-05:00Kind of reminds me of the time I bought a 12-inch ...Kind of reminds me of the time I bought a 12-inch Kenner Darth Vader (minus lightsaber) at a local antiques store in my senior year of high school during my lunch hour (my high school had open campus at the time). <br /><br />I'm just glad they gave me a large paper bag to put it in, and I had friends who didn't give me crap about it if they found out.Danthemanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04747845971060392496noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874882.post-90055513137030731952012-01-21T16:33:59.656-05:002012-01-21T16:33:59.656-05:00I was sick to my stomach with worry that someone f...I was sick to my stomach with worry that someone from school would see you. <br /><br />Someday I'll blog about serving as an altar boy into the 10th grade. No greater shame than being up there on the altar in my cassock and surplus and looking out to see the coolest girl in school sitting there with her family, smirking.<br /><br />I quit the next week.Tom G.http://20prospect.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874882.post-82549839733573161092012-01-21T11:57:22.859-05:002012-01-21T11:57:22.859-05:00@Christ so funny!@Christ so funny!Plaidstallionshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04922569505772725122noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874882.post-12706665249064761242012-01-21T10:47:57.106-05:002012-01-21T10:47:57.106-05:00Brilliant!
In my twenties, I had to go to a friend...Brilliant!<br />In my twenties, I had to go to a friend's show at CBGB's in NYC but I had scored a machinder myself at a store in NYC earlier in the day. Similar problem. Everyone could see my shame. He just wouldn't fit in the crappy paper bag with handles they gave me.<br />A random, trendy/cute college girl passed me on the bowery with my big bag 'o toy and mocked me openly. "I like your toy," she said, clearly indicating that she did not and thought I was a loser.<br />I still cringe inside every time I think of it.<br />Bless you and your toy shame!Christnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26874882.post-19261959991318795482012-01-21T10:01:15.559-05:002012-01-21T10:01:15.559-05:00You know what this reminded me of?
http://www.game...You know what this reminded me of?<br />http://www.gametrailers.com/user-movie/snl-video-junkies/122049Ultra Femhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07915943091202330248noreply@blogger.com