The birthday boy is Marshall Matlock. Wish I could see what’s in those presents.
Was there a room underneath the stage that had strobe lights you could turn off and on, or am I dreaming that?
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The birthday boy is Marshall Matlock. Wish I could see what’s in those presents.
Was there a room underneath the stage that had strobe lights you could turn off and on, or am I dreaming that?
Mom, can I go over to Danielle’s house?
See the game stacked up in a 1980 toy store here.
(Photo via Brutal Chaos)
Read the note.
They’re playing a game called Battling Tops. I’ll do a separate post on that.
(Photo via Look-Around Lounge)
I envy Devlin Thompson, who writes of his 11th birthday:
My father… made the game out of white and mustard-yellow poster board (do they even make that color anymore?), and did a bang-up job of it, if I do say so myself. There was also a cake with a Colonial Viper airbrushed on top, and I seem to remember loaning the baker one of the toys as a reference, though it may have just been a comic book or an issue of Starlog.
It was a hell of a thing when the Cylons attacked Caprica and Boxey’s daggit Muffie got killed. I guess all those people dying was sad too, but seeing Muffie’s little paw sticking out of the rubble was the worst.
It was pretty awesome when Boxey got a robot daggit for a replacement, though. I wish my cat made rad robotic daggit noises.
Is this a birthday party or a funeral? Cheer up, kids! For one thing, your clothes will never again be this awesome.
(Via FotoFraulein/eBay)