I am a huge Star Wars nerd. That fact alone already makes it strange I have yet to write anything about the phenomenon (Yes, I am calling it a phenomenon. Because it is. And because I really wanted to use the word phenomenon for once. It’s such an underappreciated word. I mean, can you recall the last time you said, let alone typed out phenomenon? Exactly.)
So starting next week, I’m declaring tuesday to be Tusken Tuesday on this site. Yes, every tuesday I will go out and try to find something for the collection and report my findings here.
It’ll be fun, I promise!
Disclaimer: author cannot be held responsible for tardiness, and as such, Tusken Tuesdays could alternatively be called Watto Wednesdays, Threepio Thursdays, Fierfek Fridays, Sith Saturdays, Sebulba Sundays or even Mon Mothma Mondays.
Yes, the legend is true. The rumours you’ve heard are all based on fact:
I visited one of the biggest scifi conventions this weekend, and bought next to nothing.
Shocking, I know. I visit FACTS yearly, and every time I come prepared with an expenditure limit. Because without one, I’d buy myself silly. There’s so much Star Wars stuff around, and being a Star Wars collector (or should I say hoarder?) I have to make choices. Works every year. I’m happy, my wife is happy and the bankpeople are happy that the mortgage continues getting paid on a regular basis.
This year I dove into the throng of cosplayers and sweaty geeks/nerds/dorks with just a few set goals:
-Get something from the new Star Wars Rebels, other than Lego or those huge action figures.
-Find some nice vintage Star Wars pieces. Either stuff I don’t have yet, or things that I don’t own in the original packaging yet.
-Get some low priced quirky stuff. Like that single use shrunk Darth Vader washcloth I got last year.
-Get more X-Wing Miniatures.
Pretty reasonable, no? Hopes on high, I set off.
Two days later, I return home, having failed miserably.
-No Rebels merch in sight. Well except for, you’ve guessed it, the large figures and Lego sets. I did get a free polaroid taken with a friend, which we then got framed in a free promotional Rebels flyer. I guess that counts towards my goals?
-No vintage Star Wars. What was there was either way out of my price range (and by way out of I mean lightyears away. I actually felt my wallet cringe…) or in rough shape.
-No quirky stuff. At least, no CHEAP quirky stuff.
-I did find a booth selling X-Wing minis. I bought the HWK-290 and debated to get the Imperial shuttle. When I finally made up my mind, the shuttle was sold out…
And that’s it!
The “meager” loot
Well… That’s it for goal-related stuff anyway… I got the “Star Wars Year By Year” book as well, and a whole lot of comics. I tried getting a peek at Carrie Fisher, but she was hidden from view. Apparently her stall was built with a wall inside it, obscuring her from view. To discourage anyone from taking free pictures I presume, although the hired muscle security person/grunt was already doing a great job.
Reading this, you might think I did not have a great time, but you’d be wrong. I had a blast! And who cares about failing my set goals?
There’s always the Dutch Comic Con and the Antwerp Convention. I’ll reach my goals yet!
It shouldn’t come as a surprise when I say I like toy guns. As a kid I loved running around with cap guns, laser guns and even those plastic ones that rattled like an asthmatic yorkshire terrier. Loved them. Even more so when they were space-themed. Slap a sci-fi sticker on something, and I was ecstatic. Pretend-killing your friends was even more fun when you did it in space or when one of the parties involved pretended to be an alien.
Today, I’m much older, but I still love me my toy guns. However, my friends from back in the day all grew up and generally pass up on the opportunity of spending an afternoon in the forest pretend-blasting each other to smithereens. Nieces and nephews are few in numbers and generally not into the whole blaster-shooty stuff, so I restrict my pretend-murdering to gaming. It’s almost as satisfying.
Almost. My triggerfinger is itching, I miss the feeling of a lukewarm rubber grip and the near-weightlessness of a crappy plastic barrel.
So imagine my joy when I came across SNIPE. A kickstarter campaign for a genuine toy dartgun. Yes, you read that right: DARTS! The idea behind it is pure genius. You can fire darts at your prefered mobile device, and a special app keeps tabs on your score and provides targets. The darts are completely safe, they can’t even crack an egg.
So now I’ll have the opportunity to go pretend-kill my mobile and tablet. And, should the need arise, I can even harmlessly unleash my pretend-fury on an unsuspecting colleague, spouse or pet. Or go blast my grownup friends back into childhood.