March 29th, 2009


I love the stairs drawn into the floor.

Shortpacked!@TNI:  BYOC (Bring Your Own Chair)
Shortpacked!: Technical difficulties

That's right, for $24.99 you too can have your own woefully incomplete playset!  Seriously?  $25?  For a mat?  Playmates, you've fallen a long way from your Technodrome days.  

(Am I the only one that's weirded out that there's an actual viewscreen up front?  That's where the camera crew goes, dammit!  We all know there's nothing really there!)

A week or two back, our venerable Star Wars guest reviewer M Sipher/Greg Sepelak traded me his Japanese-version original Dinobot, so I've caught up on all five uses of that mold that were actually Dinobot.  Hot damn!  Complete (original mold) Dinobot power!  

The tan one on the left with the gold noggin is the one Siph sent me.  I like to pretend the Fox Kids version is the leader.  He has bright chesty red!  It makes him alpha male-y, I think.

Henkei! Henkei! Dinobot, Japan's deco of the recent Universe toy, just got released, so I'll be getting that one soon, as well.  (As well as Henkei! Henkei! Hot Shot.)  Completer and completer!

Friday is my birthday!  I.... turn thirty.  Thirty!  Yikes!  Frankly, I've long since accepted my imminent milestone.  I've been tricking my mind into thinking I'm already thirty since the beginning of the year.  When Maggie and I go the gym, and the running machine asks how old I am, I input 30.  When the BotCon registration forms asked how old I am, I wrote 30.  So, hell, at this point, the idea of actually turning thirty on Friday feels like I get a whole extra year!  See, I'm already thirty!  Status quo, baby!  Ha ha!  Take that, march of time!

So old.