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The most important thing that you need to know about me is
that I am an adult.
And
being an adult, my wish list this holiday season featured a great many items
that appeal to persons of a mature standing in society.
A
subscription to the Wall Street Journal. Ties. Several bottles of finely-aged
scotch. Meryl Streep’s entire filmography on tape.
Also on
my list? Many, many toys. Not the dirty, bedroom kind either. The fun kind. Action
figures. But you know, for grown-ups.
I
believe collectibles is the accepted name we’ve given to these items, but let’s
all be honest with ourselves for a minute. Where I’m from, we call a spade a
spade and a toy a toy and those things, as fun to collect as they may in fact
be, are still plain old fashioned toys. Just with way cooler accessories.
I’ve
been a big action figure fan my whole life. From my early days, during the
golden age of action figures (the 90s), playing with “Terminator 2,” “Jurassic
Park,” Power Ranger and GI Joe guys all the way through the modern day.
These
days, it’s mostly “Terminator” stuff that I enjoy purchasing, but I’m open to
other merchandise from pop culture mediums I enjoy, as well. This includes your
Batmans, your Dexters and so on from there.
Now,
the toy – or collectible if you’re still in that closet – community is
splintered into two main groups: those who open and those who don’t. I’m an open
guy for the most part. I don’t see any reason to leave all those bad ass accessories
locked away in a box, unfondled.
