Posted by Duffless at hide101.suffolk.edu on November 16, 2001 at 11:07:44:
In Reply to: Man, I wasn't that cool... posted by TheMojoPin on November 16, 2001 at 10:39:30:
No star wars toys, those were for boys
No Jaws the game (a cool game where you could fish things out of Jaw's mouth with a fishing pole, before he could clamp down)
No Creepy Crawly Creature Maker (she was anti games with require electricity..that is too dangerous)
No Sit and Spin (thought exessive spinning no good for children..she may have had a point there)
Not bitter, but always wanted this games, ok, I am 27 but I am a bitter baby!!! ha ha
: : I have a childhood trauma associated with Star Wars. When I was maybe 5 or 6, I had one of those Star Wars action figure cases that was basically a bust of Darth Vader.
: We could never find the Vader figure case, so both my brother and I were stuck with our own C-3PO cases...all they made us do was walk funny, sound pissy, and angry at short people...so we were either British, gay, or Charles Barkley, take your pick...
: Of course, even these seemingly innocent C-3PO cases had their dangers...my brother tripped over one and one of the catches that clicked the case shut caught him right on the temple...still has a little, half-inch scar there today...
: Even more traumatic was they I kept losing the original Han Solo figure. The VERY first one from Episode 4, that had a weird shaped head and looked more like Robin Williams than Harrison Ford...the first time was when my family and I were staying in this resort on Costa Rica...place had a great kids' pool, with a huge jungle-gym-type-thing that went over, in, and around the pool...well, I was climbing on top of the monkey bars with Han in hand, and I unfortunately dropped him. Now, this MUST be an example of the excellent craftsmanship that Kenner (It was Kenner, right?) applied to these figures, because after falling 5 feet, this only 2-month-old figure's head snapped clean off. And since he had just been in the pool, he was filled with water...water which came flooding out of his headless neck...which on the brick-colored tile looked very RED...
: I lost another to my dog...another to bike-spokes...another to a drainage ditch...and then finally lost my last original Han to the Rancor...now I don't know what was up with my parents, but they were apparently against buying my brother or I actually vehicles. We had GI Joe's, Thundercats, Star Wars, etc. figures up the whazoo, but the poor plastic bastards couldn't hitch a ride to save their lives. So when we got something as big as the Rancor figure, it was the fucking Rapture. That thing was combination eating machine/tank/taxi, and he worked his ass off...and he had a nifty mouth that opened and closed just enough so you could stick your figures in there about half way...well, one day, my Rancor relaxed his gag reflex and swallowed my Han...all the way...to the point where all you could see were Han's pimp-boots sticking straight-up in the back of the Rancor's throat...
: After that all I had was crappy Han in Hoth-gear...*sniff*...
: -TMP