PotD – Triforce
January 30th, 2009 ryan


Finally listed this bad boy.
There was snow on the ground 10 years ago when I acquired this tank but I still managed to work up a sweat securing what I could of the massive end sticking out the trunk of my ‘86 Chevy Celebrity. Over the years it’s housed turtles, snakes, monitors, frogs, plants, and an alligator. It’s survived the trip from Chicago to Tucson to Chicago to California to Chicago to Storage.
Kinda sad to be ditching it but for a person that moves every year practicality must outweigh want.
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Lens flare is included with every purchase.
So grab one and have this adorable sunshine vomit adorn your pasty flesh to the approval of all you meet.



Yes, that’s a wall of parts. A thing of beauty.
Forgot to see if the Metroid setup was from a kit. Kind of doubt it.

Easily my favorite toy growing up, expensive enough that getting anything new was a huge deal. I think that I followed suit with everyone else of that generation by first building what was on the box then breaking down to parts for custom creations.
God. Blacktron and M:Tron were such huge influences. It is immensely satisfying to see all that info archived.
Having gone off my radar for a while I was pretty impressed with how the toys have come along as an item that can be slotted for ages 2 to 12. Tons of movie tie-ins now, of course, but they still had generic Medieval and Pirate themed setups as well. Not to mention a $500 Millennium Falcon.
I know a lot of geeks my age wax nostalgic for Transformers, Voltron, and G.I. Joe but screw that. Nothing holds a candle to LEGO.
8 weeks to go and yet, here we go.

So kitsch, so trite, encompassing quite a bit of what I can’t stand of the American upper white middle class (where I grew up, for the record).
But truth be told I love this crap.
It’s likely produced in some horrid sweatshop, mouldering in musty warehouses for the off season only to be reborn as soon as summer starts to strain. No clue how the holiday’s origins have mutated in to the animatronic orgy you see above but pirate themed miniature haunted houses? A campy Egyptian roundabout?
I mean, damn, they have me pegged.

NAKERS!
Inspiration strikes at unlikely times, the above is an ode to this small moment in time. A veritable pillar of… um, accomplishment.
Perhaps it was the purging process of sweat seething in its evaporation as I ran in the humid dark, or possibly the addled vibrations of my electric toothbrush – cyclic thrashings loosing some creative clog in the nearby cerebellum. Either way I put a few thoughts down whilst towel-clad and followed up with the photographic masterpiece you are certainly still in awe over. I’ll disclose the contents of said writings at a later date. Hopefully.
Took an impromptu day off, again, and it was everything I could have for.
Haven’t been savvy to the recent energy drink scene (in my misspent youth fevered insomnia was fueled by mountain dew and jolt) but I can’t argue with a lifted pickup parked in a commuting hub, green on black advertising like a light bulb to the caffeine-starved moths we are.
Needless to say the bed is brimming with chilled 16oz cartridges of the latest flavor, freely distributed.
…cruise e-bay.
Comic-con cosplay countdown commencing.