If you own a bedroom closet, I recommend looking through it, because next to all of that embarrassing clothing and your equally-embarrassing diary, you very well might find some delightful artifacts preserved from your outlandish childhood. The other day, upon returning home from college for a brief visit home, I did this very thing, and the results were mystifying indeed. I thought to myself, what are all of these horrible toys? Why was I given them? And what the hell are they still doing in my closet?
Although there was a cornucopia of nonsense, I was particularly offended by the following eight items:
A Transformer Which Doesnít Really Transform into Anything
Left: A stegosaurus. Right: A robot. Not pictured: A decent toy.
This was the only Transformer I even owned, which can be attributed to the fact that it is 100% retarded. I think itís supposed to transform into a stegosaurus-type animal (left), but when I try to make it look like one it doesnít really have a head. Also, it canít stand up and its body keeps falling apart. When youíre bored with the autistic headless stegosaurs, you can then turn it into a regular robot (right), but it still canít stand up unless its resting against a wall and generally it just looks completely embarrassing. I really hate this Transformer.
A Felix The Cat 1991 Calendar Jigsaw Puzzle
Combining two of my
favorite passions, jigsaw puzzles and calendars, with Felix the Cat, who strikes
me as being some sort of weird French rip-off of Mickey Mouse, this 1000-piece
jigsaw puzzle from 1991 is the most random thing I own. I donít understand why
Iím in possession of this and I donít understand what itís doing in my
bedroom closet. Come to think of it, I donít really understand who the hell
Felix the Cat is. I think itís safe to say, however, that whoever he is, I
could probably do without him.
I canít imagine what
sadistic game I was playing to have broken off the arm of this Ghostbuster,
whoís name is Ray or Igon or something like that, but it probably involved
throwing him against a wall and very possibly involved fire. Actually,
approximately every single one of my childhood action figures is missing a major
body part. If you put all of my action figures together, it would look like some
sort of bizarre amputee ward at a cartoon hospital.
One would think I got
this from graduating school, but Iím pretty sure I got it as a birthday party
favor in the fourth grade from this guy named Lander. Back then it somehow made
sense, but I question the rationale behind that now. The numbers on the ruler
donít actually correspond to any real unit of measurement, either, which
completely makes me wonder what the hell Iím supposed to do with this. I guess
Iíll just put it back in my closet and play it by ear from there.
I donít know what this
is, but I imagine I received a lot of enjoyment from it at one point in my life.
The neon green cylindrical thing at the top can be raised up about an inch, but
that doesnít appear to do anything. Maybe this toy is broken, and maybe it was
never meant to do anything. Neither scenario would really surprise me.
Darkwing Duck? When I discovered Darkwing Duck in my closet, I shared a good
laugh with myself. I donít know how I acquired this Darkwing Duck figure, but
Iím very delighted that I did.
Oh, what glorious
adventures of Rice Krispies delivery trucks from the 1930s I must have recreated
as a kid with this fantastic toy! While other children were orchestrating
legendary battles to the death between He-Man and Skeletor, I was apparently
pretending to deliver Rice Krispies to pre-World War II corner shops. This Rice
Krispies delivery truck confirms that I wasted most of my childhood.
An Insane Blue Monster With a Yellow Robot Living in His Back
If there was one toy kids wanted the most when I was a child, it was an insane blue monster with a yellow robot living in his back. Every year we would write a letter to Santa begging for one of these amazing little blue monster/yellow robot toys. The greatest thing about this toy is all the questions that are raised: How did the robot get inside the monsterís back? Does the monster know the robotís there? And perhaps the biggest question of them all: What the fuck is a robot doing inside a monsterís back?
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