µ-Blog – Too long to tweet, too short to call a real post
I blame my friend, Anastasia. I'm not really big on toys. I appreciate they're cool and all, but I just don't even want to start. The other day Anastasia made that decision for me when she gave me an Alfred Hitchcock figure, the color one (there's a black-and-white variant too). These figures come in blind boxes. For non-toy people that means you don't know which one is in the box. Anastasia's motive was not quite as mercenary as a heroin dealer give someone their first fix free, though I can't say it was altruistic either. She wanted me to start buying them because she wanted someone t to trade her doubles with.
So I went to my comic store where my friend Didi works. They were 10 bucks each, so I only bought three. I opened them right there at the counter. The first one was The Fly.
Me: Oh, cool, The Fly, I wanted that one.
I opened the next one.
Me: Sweet, Nosferatu. I wanted that one too.
Didi: You're doing really good getting the classic ones. Here's hoping you get the black-and-white Hitchcock.
Me: Is that the rare one?
Didi said, yeah. For the non-toy people to get you buy more of them, they make less of certain ones. In this series, it's the black-and-white Hitchcock. I opened the last one. It was the black-and-white Hitchcock. I decided to buy one more.
Me: I hope it's The Creature From the Black Lagoon.
I opened the box. It was The Creature From the Black Lagoon.
I'm so doomed.