And Speaking Of... (8/29) Teamwork
Bryan Lambert
Lemme get some business out of the way. Whoever it was at the RTM web
page (www.toymania.com, if you've never been there, you ain't livin',
baby) that wrote the bit about Aunt May, the "Freudian nightmare" line
-still- cracks me up, days later.
Second, thanks to those who had nice words to say about the villians'
transcript. What can I say, it was a wild, wacky meeting. I'll be sure
to pass along other secret documents what come my way.
Nothing like that this week, though. Just the usual ramblings of the
week in toys.
And speaking of toys, have I mentioned yet that Magnaboss rules? No, I
haven't. Well, Magnaboss rules. It's up their on my Fave Toys of 1997
list, the one I carry around in my head. What's Magnaboss? He's the
new deluxe Beast Wars, the one with the lion, eagle, and elephant that
turn into three robots that turn into one robot. He's one mammajamma
of a Transformer.
Transformers are probably, out of all my toy urges, the closest thing
to a "second childhood" kind of motivation. This is, of course, due to
the fact that when the first Transformers hit the market, yours truly
was not "into" toys anymore. Oh, sure, deep in my secret heart of
hearts I was, but not in the actually get it and own it way. Younger
friends and babysitting clients had 'em, I thought they were neat, and
now I've got some. Some.
Of course, I'm stuck with Beast Wars. Don't get me wrong, I like Beast
Wars. Really I do. But even the best Beast Wars end up with all these
damn panels hanging off them in robot mode. The panels are what make
'em look like beasts, I know, but it seems to me that cars, trucks,
guns, and whatnot just work better when you need to turn 'em into
robots. Give me Beast Wars quality without the beasts. Give me Machine
Wars styling with some actual transformation involved (I mean, I got
Starscream at Kay-Bee, and he ain't much of a robot, folks).
But enough about that. On the display front, I went and dug out every
last female figure in my possession, from my "early" collecting days
(Man Eating Cow, Bendie Leia) to the most recent (Elektra, Venus).
There's just something nice about a new display, all 32 of my females
(I'm assuming one Jawa is female, it's 31 otherwise), crammed together
on one shelf and speaker top, mounting putty holding almost all of
them up (I love my Harley, honest I do, but the woman refuses to stay
upright. Make of that what you will)...
And speaking of displays, I've been trying to put a bit more...
panache in my setups, mixing figures from different lines, coming up
with reasons for 'em to hang out . . .
On my computer right now resides The Portly Squad, for example. Which
came about from happening to see my Rotarr next to my Kingpin (I love
the Marvel Universe re-releases). Suddenly, I thought of Dyna-Mole,
Rampaging Hulk and... and... and I've gotta have more portly figures.
Clown's at work, damn. Ah! Hulk Buster Iron Man. And suddenly a new
superteam was born.
I did this a while back, too. I promised I'd eventually get around to
describing the Agents of T.A.C.K.Y. The Agents came about during the
grand Kay-Bee Coupon Spree. You all know what I'm talking about.
Figures you'd never have bought otherwise, that suddenly became yours
when the magical price point of "a buck" was reached. The Agents are:
"The Wolf Twins":
Wolverine Street Clothes (as the "quiet, erudite" twin)
Lightup Repaint Wolverine (as the raving lunatic one)
"Big Bad Blue":
Heavy Metal Beast as the team's organizer and leader, such as it is.
"Unsteady Eddie":
Halloween Jack, so named because of his inability to stand and the
look on his face
"Randomizer":
Psycho Man, basically like the actual character, only introspective.
"DeeJay"
Junkpile, because his spiked armor is vaguely reminiscent of speaker
cones.
"Zorro"
This one's tricky. It's actually a MMPR Season 2 Putty (the
"Superputty" with the "Z" on its chest, the popping arms, and the axe.
The full length description begins "Nobody, even his own teammates,
knows what the hell is up with Zorro".
It's kind of a mental customization for the coordination-impaired. I
used to do it all the time; we all did. The difference is now I have
to work a lot harder at it.
One final thought, totally unrelated to the rest: I saw Batman and
Robin last night, and if there has ever, in the history of mankind,
been a -dumber- film, I don't wanna know what it is. A bunch of people
need to be slapped, and hard, for bringing this "epic" into being.
Starting with Joel and Akiva, and working their way down to the guy
responsible for comma placement in the closing credits.
Sorry. It needed to be said.
---------Bryan-Lambert-(bryan...@theonramp.net)-----------
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rot
Bryan Lambert wrote:
> He's one mammajamma
> of a Transformer.
I'm starting a new "secret society" for anyone that's seen a "mamma
jamma" film. you need not embarrass yourself by proving you've seen one.
a nod and a wink will do. please post if you know what I'm talking
about.rot
"the big mamma jamma soundtrack kicks Xanadus' ass"
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