Wednesday, February 18, 2009

gadjunk has gone all .com

That is right. I've decided to make this a serious venture. As serious as a grown man can be about toys.

I am taking this party to a bigger and better location.

Check out the new

Forget this old place. It means NOTHING to us now.

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Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Monday, February 16, 2009


I can't help it.

They are right next to the register.


Like when I was a kid and I would beg. Sometimes I'd get them. Sometimes I'd get a smack.

So, I grab a couple. $1 a pack. Even if I spend five bucks and get one good joke or blog from them it's worth it.

I got this Bruce Wayne card. Couple of chuckles come time mind. Secret life? Him and Robin hiding things in the 'batcave.' Those glasses. The sweater/shirt combo with the gheri-permed helmet that could protect his skull better than anything connected to the bat suit.

Oh crap it's got gum!

Quick math.

Batman released in 1989. This is...check the cell phone...2009. Twenty years old.

I won't swallow it.

I'll just chew it. See what happens.

Is there still flavor? Will it still taste like gum? Will it make me sick? What is the emergency medical number? Just in case.

How the hell would I explain it?

"So, let me get this straight, you bought a pack of two decade old trading cards from a flea market and decided it would be a good idea to eat the gum? I refuse to pump your stomach. You should die for being so dumb."

It's gum. What could go wrong? If it tastes like crap I'll spit it out and grind some Rolaids in my mouth.


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Sunday, February 15, 2009

OLD COOL: Original gaming chair/impromptu boinking apparatus

The bed was too far away from the gaming system. NES controllers stretched, what, two feet.

You needed a comfy chair to log hours of Contra, Super Guinea Plumber, or one man Madden tournaments until the ass crack of dawn.

The Chair

It also unfolded. To lay down and really get into the two player action when the opposite sex came over to hang out.

Perfect for those chicks that refused to get into the actual bed. Because that was somehow 'dirty' and not how 'proper girls' acted. Your cans are out and my 'R button' finger is up your Umbros and about to save the Princess' peach. Totally classy.

Like the Queen of England.

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Friday, February 13, 2009

FLEA MARKET FIND: The Undamaged X-Men

Found Mr. Wolverine under a pile of WWE rasslers from Summer Slam '98. 

His packaging is in pretty solid condition, corners are clean, and no huge rips from poorly placed sales stickers. He is going into the closet for safe keeping for the little gadjunk (whenever he gets here). 

This store is amazing and frustrating all in the same trip. 

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SOME COMIC RELIEF: Sometimes you just can't shake a role

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Thursday, February 12, 2009

Finding people for A-Team movie almost as impossible as finding actual A-Team

I wanted to complete the YMCA but I lost Murdock years earlier. I didn't care, he was my least favorite.

Knight Rider. Dukes of Hazzard. American Gladiators. Shows from my childhood all ruined by unoriginal and uninspired TV and movie execs just looking cash in on a recognized brand with a hardcore fan base. The A-Team is the last piece of my childhood television viewing pleasures that hasn't been stomped on.


According to internet rumors, Twentieth Century Fox has assembled a creative team to turn the popular 80's TV series into a summer movie slated for a 2010 release. The movie has been in talks for years but what popular 80's TV sitcom hasn't been tossed around the rumor mill?

So help me Jeebus if anyone lays one finger on Punky Brewster I'll go Punky Power on all of Hollywood.

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Wednesday, February 11, 2009

He-Man carry case: For goobers on the go

Hey fellas!

It's me, dork.

I am here to play.

I've brought all my He-Man toys with me for our play date. Luckily, my parents are completely anal and were fantastical enough to get this mega-sweet He-Man carry case. No son of theirs will carry his toys in his hand or a simple bookbag.

I've got all my guys in here; Skeletor, that spanish guy Manny Faces, the He-Man with the crash sheild on his chest that only worked once, and my dignity. My dignity is in there somewhere.

Or, I might have left that in my closet with my Nintendo jacket.

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Tuesday, February 10, 2009

John Rambo: Killing or Dancing Machine

On the left is John Rambo. He is a killing machine. He hides in mud walls and takes out entire police forces with his hands. He is coming to get you.

On the right is Jonathan Rambo. He is chill-axing. Maybe he is running to Walmart. Maybe he is meeting the guys for drinks at the Rusty Scupper. He can drink. He can dance. Look at those shiny shoes. He could out dance you all. In town you're the law, in here it's him. Don't push it. Don't push it or he'll give you a dance you won't believe. And he doesn't believe in sleeves.

Let it go. Let it go. It's over. This blog is over.


Because I have tons of these guys.

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Monday, February 9, 2009

Friday, February 6, 2009

IN MEMORIAM: Dale Alvin Gribble

Dear, sweet Dale.


Bounty hunter.


Gun fanatic.

Conspiracy theorist.

You were all these things. And also a dear friend.

A birthday gift from years past, I loved you so much I never took you out of the package. You sat perched on the shelf in my home office, watching me email, write short stories, pleasure myself and steal music online. You never judged.

We have a new office now and the wife says I'm a big boy and need to put away some of my toys. So away you go, in the box with Superman and the Austin Powers bobblehead.

You are gone. For now. Hopefully to return one day when I get my own "man room" or she leaves me for a man with more motivation and fewer Go-Bots.

Good night, sweet prince.

It was a lovely ceremony.

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Tuesday, February 3, 2009

I was molested by decals as a child

had something against decals. A deep hatred for decorative stickers. I don't know what my beef was but I'd rip them off moments after unwrapping.

Here is a perfect example. An A-Team Matchbox car. One side A-Team and the other side that van your parents told you to stay away from should it drive slowly through the neighborhood and offer candy or a treats.

I had strict orders. If anyone in a van offered me goodies run home and CALL THE POLICE.

I wish they made it clear that, in some instances, a person is just doing their job.

I think I scarred the neighbor kids. Police cuffing the ice cream man. Never fades.

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It's me or the....: Star Wars glasses from Burger King.

This was my glass. Han and Chewy kept me company during many a family dinner. Wholesome milk.

I found it in my garage last weekend.

It now keeps me company after work.

The force is stronger with less ice and more Dewar's.

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Monday, February 2, 2009

Here comes the Hulk (and he brought rope!)

Here comes the Hulk!

He has rope! Rope people! Fuck superhuman strength he has rope!

Who knows what he is capable of. We can only pray he doesn't know any Boy Scout knots. If he has mastered the Killick Hitch there is no stopping him.

(Via Stylin Online)

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Sunday, February 1, 2009

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Just like Tony Stark...

...without the looks, brains, money and chicks. But with the metal tuxedo.

No, Spending $20,000 on a Homemade Iron Man Costume Doesn’t Seem Obnoxious At All (Great White Shark)

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Because those childhood beatings should continue

Loved the original Nintendo Entertainment System. Enough to show it off with a jacket?

It's like geek pride making love to NASCAR showmanship.

I hope the police respond to the assault call in time before the guys kicking your ass remember the UP UP DOWN DOWN sequence.

(via 80's tees)

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