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Posts tagged ‘boys and their toys’

The little oddity that could

April 10th, 2018

Gift cards are the low-hanging fruit of holiday shopping, offering an easy out when one’s time and inspiration reserves have been depleted. “Here’s $25 for TGI Fridays!” “Thanks, here’s $25 for Target!” And thus the lateral transference of bespoke wealth carries on, sustained by a sense of obligation and the notion that gifting cash is […]

And I never did

March 15th, 2018

The first Toys R Us I ever visited was the one at the North Shore Mall. The mall also housed the only barbershop my grandfather trusted to cut his hair. On the third Saturday of the month, he’d load himself, my grandmother, Lil Bro and me into his oversized tan Chevy and make the long […]

The last starfighter

March 6th, 2018

For the better part of two decades, my retro holy grail was a complete SSP Smash Up Derby car with its gyro-revving “t-stick.” They were a beloved artifact of my early childhood, when I’d send the battle-worn VW Beetle screaming across the linoleum so it could explode in a shower of spring-loaded plastic pieces when […]

Everything looks like a nail

January 23rd, 2018

You know how these things go. You hit a pretty good patch and, after reviewing your finances with your significant other, agree that there’s some room for long-deferred indulgence. Some of the purchases are no brainers — a decent pair of boots, a new laptop, various household items that had been on the “when we […]

Life’s what you mech it

December 5th, 2017

It doesn’t matter that my interest in anime faded a decade ago or that I don’t need anymore fragile plastic constructs collecting dust on my shelves. Put a little mad money in my pocket and a an idle hour to browse eBay listings, and I will eventually fall down a rabbit hole filled with Japanese […]

I’m just counting the days

November 30th, 2017

In case you haven’t figured it out by now, nostalgia and I have a complicated relationship. I’ve expended thousands upon thousands of words on the importance of distinguishing between “what was” and “what we want to remember.” I’ve made numerous attempts to puncture certain myths and have inveighed ferociously about the dangers of rose-tinted glasses. […]

I first come across 1982′s Hit Express while sifting through the Discog’s exhaustive (and exhausting) listings for K-Tel offerings. While it contained a few crucial cuts from that magically apocalyptic era, it lacked that certain something which would inspire an immediate purchase. I made a note of it — complete with a question mark — […]

Ho ho oh no

August 24th, 2017

Discovered while researching the slot car post a couple of weeks back: A 1988 holiday insert buried in the middle of an issue of Boys Life. Who could’ve guessed “You’ll never outgrow us” was a sinister generational curse? For some reason, my sense of history gets unstuck in a few places where video games are […]

No more vrrrrooooom

August 10th, 2017

Slot Car Night was a big event, ranking somewhere between Christmas and network airings of The Wizard of Oz on the childhood anticipation scale. Our apartment was too cramped to set up anything of a permanent nature and my brother and I were too young to play with the set unsupervised, so the box of […]

Sometime around my fortieth birthday, my interest in plastic crap took a steep dive. I’d like to say that a growing (if long delayed) sense of adult responsibility was the cause. The truth is I had a sad realization that these overpriced artifacts of arrested development would spend a couple of years cluttering up a […]

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