From the GMC ad:
You’re a vanner.
Which all by itself tells us something very important about you: You’re an individualist. A free thinker. And you absolutely abhor the idea of driving what everybody else does.
(Images via eBay)
Surveying the Gen X landscape and the origins of geek
From the GMC ad:
You’re a vanner.
Which all by itself tells us something very important about you: You’re an individualist. A free thinker. And you absolutely abhor the idea of driving what everybody else does.
(Images via eBay)
A found photo that defines ’70s youth culture more poignantly than eight years of a certain TV show that shall not be named. What a beauty, in every sense.
Can anyone figure out what’s on her shirt?
(Photo via The Kat’s Meow Antiques/eBay)
TSR and the Parkside Association of Wargamers (PAW) co-hosted Gen Con XI at the University of Wisconsin-Parkside. See an ad for the convention at Zenopus Archives. Can someone tell me what the symbol in the top grid stands for?
The shirt sold for $41 on eBay.
True: Skatetown U.S.A. was Swayze’s film debut. He played Ace, the bad boy.
Need more Patrick Swayze on roller skates? Here he is (red suspenders) in a 1981 A&W Root Beer commercial.
I believe this is called decor porn. I found the photos at Mice Chat. They’re originally from a 1970 Japanese magazine.
Here’s some more, supposedly from the hotel architect, Alfred Nicholson. Look at those colors, the beaded light fixtures, the lush ferns.
I want to visit these places and talk to the ghosts who live there. (Remember the empty shopping malls?)
Here’s a shot of the hotel lobby today (via USA Today) for comparison. It could be much worse. Pretty soon every space we inhabit will look like the waiting room at a doctor’s office.
I would like to play these games. I’d also like to know how staged these photo shoots were. Did they just tell the kids to play and start taking pictures? The scene with the adults was obviously forced.
Lakeside published Crossbows and Catapults in 1983 and Immortals of Change in 1985.
(Images via Dadric’s Attic/eBay)
Take a minute to appreciate what’s going on here.
Growing up in working-middle-class America in the ’70s was such delicious poison.
One of the best living room decor shots I’ve seen. There’s more Star Wars on the far left, just in front of the coffee table. I think one of the boxes is the 12″ C-3PO figure. (It’s actually the MPC C-3PO model kit. Thanks, Retro Art Blog!)
The kid in the photo is Scott Tipton, comics writer and co-creator of Blastoff Comics. He says:
I can’t remember a Christmas growing up when there wasn’t exactly what I wanted either under the Christmas tree or arriving as a surprise on Christmas morning. And half the time, I hadn’t even asked for it — my parents just knew. This was the thing I would want. The Mego Batman Wayne Foundation? The Star Wars Millennium Falcon? ROM the Spaceknight? There they were.
And looking back now as a grown man with bills and responsibilities of my own, I can even more than ever appreciate what that meant. We were a working-class family, no question about it. My father drove a truck for a living, and my mother worked at the school cafeteria. Some of these gifts must have meant skipped lunches for my father and careful tightening of the purse-strings by my mother. And yet every year, Christmas was an absolute joy, and not just for the presents under the tree. My parents always treated Christmas as something special — to go back to the Dickens, we “were happy, grateful, pleased with one another, and contented with the time.”
That hits me in the feelers. Scott goes on to ask everyone who can to donate to Toys for Tots, “Because every kid should have a Batmobile under the tree if they want one.” Hard to argue with that.
I didn’t forget about the giant Bat Away box. Here’s the commercial. (Stick around for the hilarious Zips shoes commercial that comes next.)
Let’s kick off the Christmas season with some giant, exceedingly dangerous robot toys, shall we? John Reese—snug in his Snoopy shirt, maroon cords, and Adidas casuals—is showing off Great Mazinga. Lots of orange shag carpeting. Lots of wood. Bucolic painting hanging over the floral print couch. Possibly an urn filled with somebody’s ashes next to the lamp.
Next: Raydeen. From Shamus Young, who writes the blog Twenty Sided:
On the left is Pat, who got the Shogun that launches a big plastic fist. I got the one that shoots missiles out of his hand. When I say ‘missiles’, I’m not talking about a blinky light, or a sound effect, or a bit of missile-shaped foam. I’m talking about real, pointy bits of plastic that can be aimed at the eyeballs of children for fun and excitement. Good times.
Speaking of missiles, one of them appears to be missing. Better check the dog!
Here Dragun and Mazinga guard Darren Bryant, who’s captaining the forces of good from his inflatable Six Million Dollar Man Mission Control Center. In the background, Commissioner Gordon reaches for the Batphone.
Check out a 1976 – 1978 Shogun Warriors commercial here.
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I’ve got a couple of pretty incredible Christmas morning submissions already. Feel free to send yours to 2warpstoneptune@gmail.com.
The countdown is on…