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The bane of my wife's existence (no, not me...)


Used to be, if you had pack rat-like tendencies, were an inveterate nostalgist, or simply personified the old bit about a fool and his money, you had to go to a little bit of effort to translate your native lack of judgment into actual economic damage to your family's well-being.

No longer. With the advent of online shopping (or more specifically, with the creation of eBay), we - the financially incompetent and/or kitsch-intensive - are no longer banished to the flea markets and antique malls of the community. Instead, we stay safe and warm in our homes and offices, blissfully shelling out our hard-earned cash for all manner of silliness. Huzzah!

I really do mean ALL manner, too. A year or so ago, some joker convinced countless folk to bid on a "demon possessed" Coke can, and wound up getting more than $300 for the thing. Just this morning, about fifteen seconds of eBay searching yeided an auction belonging to a Canadian college student who - typical starving, short-sighted frat boy, no doubt - wishes to sell his immortal soul to the highest bidder. The bidding starts at a cool ten grand, so if you're in the market, you'd better be ready to bring the greenbacks. On the plus side, he's generously offered to pay the shipping costs. Good thing, too, since those Customs guys at the border can be pretty touchy about international soul shipments. Something about the Daniel Webster Act of 1783, if I remember correctly...

Delving a bit into our young seller's eBay history, we discover that the only other item that he's ever auctioned was a collection of Stargate SG-1 episodes. What this particular activity might reveal about the condition of his soul I'm not too sure.

Still, one can find some pretty neat stuff online, and I'm a big eBay booster and user. I sell things from time to time, and have bought everything from a complete collection of old fairy tale picture books for my mom (coolest Christmas gift in years, I tell you...), to our current clothes dryer. Oh...lest you be led to believe, somehow, that my more typical eBay activity is as dreadfully utilitarian and uninteresting as the previous purchases must make it sound, allow me to disabuse you of the notion posthaste. Fact is, I've snagged - and will likely continue to do so - all manner of frivolous artifacts via eBay auction.

Let's see, here...in the past two years, or so, I've bought spare parts for some of my old Transformer toys (Starscream needs his fists, you know...), a Cobra Kai t-shirt from The Karate Kid ("Strike first, strike hard, no mercy, SIR!"), and too many other assorted knicknacks to mention.

In this same time, I have come to appreciate my wife more and more with each passing day. She has, thus far, resisted what must be a powerful compulsion to sneak up behind me and smack me in the back of the head for my repeated visits to NostalgiaLand, by way of eBay. I admire - and appreciate - her restraint.

We live in a Golden Age for geeks, my friends. Whether your interests tend toward the iconic or the ironic, there's something out there for you. Now, as to how you explain things to your spouse upon the arrival of said treasure, and its prominent display in your home? Can't help you there.

Happy hunting.

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Anyone remember clackers. Two 1.5 or two inch round acrylic balls attatched by strings to a plastic ring. You make lots of noise, sometimes get your hands in between them, and occasionally, they'd explode. Those were the days!

Well hey, YourHub-types, thanks for dropping by! Ah...Battle Beasts, Construx, Robotix, etc. I remember them all well. Interestingly enough (well, to me, anyway...), we're seeing a sort of renaissance in the world of potentially-lethal spring-loaded toys. Just a couple of weeks back, my nephew nearly shot my eye out (like Ralphie!) with some kinda Star Wars figure armed with a ridiculously big plastic cannon. Serious firepower, there. These kids today, with their rock n' roll, and their ice cream sodas...

Among the fetishized, sorely missed items of my childhood: Construx building blocks. Mom threw them away (along with the archetypically tossed out baseball cards.) And let's not forget any number of awesome spring-loaded missile-launching toys, which I think have left the toy shelves because of the dangers to eyes, sinus cavities and anything else they could be fired into.

My She-Rah and My Little Pony and my Strawberry Shortcake toys all became tools for story writing when I was young. I used them to act out their stories... oh, those beautiful, simple days. I'll never forget my Strawberry Shortcake kitchen and my Strawberry Shortcake house, which had a nice red roof, just great to sit on, once my legs were long enough. And that attic, with the pink fold-down stairs and little circle window? So cool I will try to replicate it full scale when I'm older!

One year I remember all I wanted for Christmas was a pink Popple. And I got it. Sad thing is I know its still sitting in my parent's basement, along with all my other toys from my childhood. I'm guessing my parents are richer than they think ... They just need to sell a few toys on eBay.

Pack Ratism hooray! I can't throw things away, garage sales are a waste of time. But EBAY, it's the new twist on American Capitalism and what makes this country hum. You go, Jared.

I've got two words: Battle Beasts. http://www.beastformers.com/checklist.cfm They were mold-formed, rubbery-plastic, and just small enough to swallow and I loved them. I found a few of them (notably the deer with, inexplicably, a giant drill in the place of one its hooves) right before I moved to Denver. The things that make them appealing to me know, as a savvy 22-year-old, are their crazy alliterative names they have. For example, they have a weasel character. What starts with 'w' and is sufficiently masculine? War, of course. So War Weasel joined the ranks of Blitzkreig Bat, Bloodthirsty Bison and Danger Dog. sidenote: Not all names were alliterative - the aforementioned deer was actually named Deer Stalker, a reference that was over my head at the age of 6-10. I didn't even know who Christopher Walken was until I was 15.

I just did a quick search and found Robotix, as well as a bunch of Transformers I used to have. It's like seeing old friends, isn't it?

One of my best eBay purchases: 80s-style Pink velcro wallet featuring screen print of Boy George. (Two for $5!)
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