Maturity Happens

So, I said I'd post a picture of all my MMPR loot when it arrived. I got carried away (as usual):



Recently acquired, and soon to be relieved of all collectable value. Nothing this cool can remained unopened in my presence.




The new Bandai Dinozord next to his recently aquired "vintage" 1993 Dragonzord brother.



Said 1993 Dragonzord next to 1994 Ninjazord (my first!). Incidently, I could have a new EliteBox if I hadn't opened the latter. Totally worth it. B-)



The Green Ranger says, "They don't make em' like me anymore."




Gratuitious Zedd picture. He's laughing maniacally from behind all that plastic, I'm sure of it.

Wasn't That An Incubus Song?

Wasted a ton of gas today, driving nowhere and totally unable to bring myself to go home. It wasn't until I was about three and a half CDs into the Evanescence discography that I finally found myself turning into the driveway. Ironically, the last tune was "Farther Away."

Funny how life works some times.

Nostalgic Evil

Aloha, from the Isle of Bitter Cold, home to beer wielding rednecks and overzealous Packer fans.

The wretched workweek has ended, and in true avoid-real-life-at-all-costs fashion, I have immersed myself in the most hallowed of all of my obsessions:

Mighty Morphin Power Rangers.

Oh yes, before there was Batman, or Buffy, or Star Trek, there were five color-coordinated teens, and the coolest under-clothed superbaddie ever. Sure, the show was full of vaguely sexist cheese, and enough recycled footage from Japan to make Godzilla giddy, but it was a thing of glory to an eight-year old me. Of course, here we are: I'm twenty-three, and the series is recycling far more than old Japanese footage these days....but I digress.

I found out on Thursday that Bandai has released new versions of the old MMPR (from hence, the acronym to be used as I laze my life away) merchandise, and today I found myself at Wal-Mart in an aisleful of glorious, glorious nostalgia. I admit, even I felt a little foolish as I gawped longingly at the somewhat cheaply made Dinozord (which I ended up ordering online. *cough* ), and brooded deeply over the authenticity of "zords" that were most definitely never a part of the show. I bought much, to my wallet's dismay, and made it even worse by coming home to Ebay, where I promptly bought an original 1993 Dragonzord from someone decidedly less clingy to the fantasy realm than I.

Because I know you all care deeply, I'll post a picture of the loot when it's all been collected. B-)

In celebration of this great achievement in my Life As A Nerd, I've assembled a a list of my top five superbaddies of all time:

1.) Lord Zedd (MMPR). He was a childhood idol of mine. A do-no gooder that just looks really awesome. He was probably my first real influence in dry humor and darkness. Unless we're counting Oscar the Grouch, and we're not.

2.) Darth Vader. It's really kind of obligatory; you don't reference "superbaddies" in a list and not include everyone's favorite assisted-breathing father. Explanations are superfluous in the wake of someone with that much cultural significance.

3.) The Joker. As a kid, I thought he was a clever little bastard. As an adult, and post "The Killing Joke", I think of him as a truly sick, depraved being, dressed in colorful irony. Perhaps one of the most dangerous villains on my list, and at the very least, the most intellectually intriguing.

4.) Sephiroth. A quiet, unintentionally gothic figure. He's got the full force of Square's ability to wax melodramatic behind him, and also, I want his hair. O_o

5.) Angelus. While perhaps theoretically on par with The Joker in malevolence, such was never fully realized due to the television medium, and that getting-a-soul snag. Still, a great baddie in the Buffyverse, and even more so in a few choice episodes of Angel.

So there you have it, The Five (there's a television reference here somewhere, but it escapes me). I'm thinking of doing a top five list of some sort every Monday, just for the Hell of it. We'll see how long that idea lasts until my ADD erases it utterly.

Until next time, folks.

Revenge of the Synapse

Thursday morning brought forth one of the more peculiar dreams I've had in awhile. If it weren't blanketed in such an initial layer of nerd, I'd almost call it beautiful, if not a bit morbid and sad.

It goes:

I'm looking at an amusement part, set in the first "map" of the original Roller Coaster Tycoon, if not more expansive than what it is in the actual game. My view is omniscient, like I were actually playing said actual game. It is a thriving park, crammed full of intricate coasters, and merry little virtual people. Music is playing, laughter is heard.

Then, quite suddenly, the part is empty and silent. For some reason or another (initial blanket of nerd, remember), I realize that I haven't hired any mechanics, so I do. He heads to a particular wooden coaster, repairs it, and disappears.

Suddenly, I'm standing (looking at myself in third person, but I'm only seven or eight years old) in a very real looking park, at dusk. It looks like it has been abandoned for decades. Rust, cracked pavement, and rotting wood loom over the expanse. A cold wind picks up. It feels obvious that everyone has died, and I'm the only one left.

The view switches to first, and eerily, a coaster car rolls up to the dilapidated station of the "real" coaster that the mechanic fixed. I get in, filled with a sense of purpose. Suddenly, the park is alive again, and full of laughing people. I know it isn't real, and I feel the car move. A sad voice (mine?) begins to say, "And all alone, she took one last ride, and she would be with them again."

As the last of it utters, the view flashes back to the dead park, where the coaster is reaching it's highest point, where upon the track abruptly ends. The car speeds up, and I smile as I feel the car launch into the open air.

Then I wake up.

Three things struck me about this:

1.) I almost never dream in first person.

2.) Likewise for being a little girl again.

3.) First dream I've ever died in.

It wasn't a nightmare, really, but it was fucking creepy. Psychoanalysts, have at it.

Bleak House

Look at me, coining a British TV show that no one's ever heard of. So clever.

I've finally emerged from three full days of playing Mass Effect 2. It's pretty much my favorite game ever, though it seems like I say that with every new game release lately. A good sign? I think so. Now I can begin pining over Final Fantasy XII in earnest. O_o

An earlier discussion with The Beast put me in a bit of a mood, and if there was ever anything to perfectly emote for me, this Youtube video is it:



An old favorite of mine, to be sure, but it never fails to disappoint.

You're welcome.