302: A Man Of Action (Figures)

Now with kung fu action grip! A seven-year-old playing with action figures? Totally normal. Same kid picking up the collecting bug at 17 and keeping it alive (budget permitting) at 47? That’s where people start demanding explanations. A quick stroll down toy-collecting memory lane, encompassing both Star Wars figures and many others I’ve collected down through the years, plus you get to hear my psychoanalyzing my aforementioned collecting bug in real time…the results are a little surprising. And long-winded. Remember to save your proof of purchases so you can find out who’s the Bossk around here. (1:55:39)

Right-click here and “save as” for best quality, because it’s gonna sound like crap when you hear it from a Commtech chip.

Links:

• Those books about Doctor Who and Star Trek that I’ve written? And that very funny Fatherhood, Fandom and Fading Out book? They’re in theLogBook.com Store!
• Feel free to help out via Patreon, Ko-Fi, or even the ol’ Amazon Wish List
• There are also lots of new things in our Redbubble Store
• There’s an entire section of theLogBook.com devoted to toy collecting, by the way
• The Mandalorian soundtracks in theLogBook.com Store
• Star Trek: Discovery soundtracks in theLogBook.com Store
• The Orville Season 1 soundtrack in theLogBook.com Store
• ELO music in theLogBook.com Store
• Alan Parsons music in theLogBook.com Store (but not Alan Parsons Project, which is over here)
• The Mandalorian in the LogBook
• For All Mankind in the LogBook
• Music by Jahzzar

Part of the “packaged wall” and the “ELO wall”. Two great tastes that taste great together.

Part of what shall forever be known as the Andrew Wester collection (thanks, Andrew!), which kinda started this whole thing of “What if I start leaving them in the packaging and display them that way?”

Even calling a place a “Death Star” kind of casts a pall on things; help your crew relax with some cheaply installed mood lighting.

For the lack of a first-floor trash compactor, my Death Star has a parking garage. Federation shuttles, light cycles, unlucky prisoners who happen to be pugs in track suits, all are welcome…

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