Saturday, July 30, 2011

Childhood Friends

Growing up I had lots of stuffed animals... Lots and lots of stuffed animals. My favorite was given to me shortly after I was born and I have kept it ever since, not so much a stuffed animal as it was a blanket mixed with a hand puppet. The stuffed animals, you can still find similar ones today but the toys are a little harder to find. Sometimes they'll make a comeback, but they are changed. Modernized. Bastardized versions of what I had when I was a kid with their main selling-point being an air of nostalgia that they can't quite capture because they have tried to bring it into today's tastes.

These are my favorites:

These were fuzzy creatures that could be turned inside out and have all the appendages stuffed in so that it resembled a fuzzy ball. Man, I loved these!
Dang, those were so much fun! I always forget how much fun I had with my popples. I even had the small popple-creature offshoots that turned into hats. Yeah those were great, I even gave one a haircut once.
And then I saw this:
WTF!!! I am so glad I did not see this when I was a kid. I don't think I could've slept in the same room with them after seeing this. This is some seriously creepy shit. These popples don't look like cute and cuddly little creatures that roll into cute little balls, they look like demented demons that got spewed from the pits of hell for being too creepy for their demon children.

My Little Ponies:
I didn't have a lot of Barbies growing up. This was for a few reasons, mostly involving them being kind of expensive. I had a few Barbies and lots of clothes, because really, that was the main difference between the dolls, the themes. The other reason I didn't have many was because I had an older brother and he enjoyed pulling the heads off and putting them back on so that while I was playing with them, their heads would fall off. Luckily, I latched onto My Little Ponies; they were cheaper and their heads were a lot more difficult to detach.
Glo-WormOf course I had one of these, what self-respecting, afraid-of-the-dark kid didn't. It was great, a night-light that all you had to do was squeeze to make everything okay again. Except when the batteries went out. Then you couldn't find a screwdriver and when you finally did, you realized you didn't have batteries. You'd have to wait until one of your parents remembered to pick up batteries and until then you were just in the dark. Awake. Waiting for the inevitable moment when the monster in your closet would realize that your glo-worm couldn't protect you anymore. If you ever saw the movie "Rock-a-Doodle" with the owls and the animals running out of batteries for their flashlights, it was exactly like that.

These were little woodland creatures whose backs would open up and you could put stuff in them and then lock it. They came with a key and a little friend. They also had smaller ones that didn't have keys, but was a lot like an over-size change purse. I had the snail and the turtle and I loved both of them. For me, one good thing since I was prone to misplacing the keys is that the locks were incredibly easy to pick. I'm not sure it could even be classified as picking a lock, it was so easy.

Wish World Kids
I actually had to look these up, I couldn't not remember if they were real or just a fabricated memory. Turns out they were real. They were a lot like transformers except the lifeforms didn't change, the set pieces changed. I think out of the ones I owned, my aunt had gotten most of them for me.

That's my little homage to the toys of my youth.

Sunday, July 17, 2011


I moved to Los Angeles about a month ago. I had gotten fed up with my job (or rather, some aspects that affected my job) and I realized that I was not doing the things or devoting enough time to the things that were important to me. So I quit and I moved to an entirely different city in the hopes that a physical change would initiate a mental change. And so I would be able to leave my job without too many awkward questions as to why. Relocation is a wonderful reason and I'm still relatively young enough to state that my impetus was "the spirit of adventure." It would have been much more difficult to quit, not have a job lined up and still stay in town.

I am currently studying game design and I am a writer. There, I said it: I am a writer. Because I had gotten so wrapped up in my job, I wasn't working on the craft of writing anymore and I was becoming even more withdrawn than usual. I also found my self looking at birds one day as they were flying past my window and wishing that I could be a bird (even if I am allergic to feathers) and fly very far away from the current situation.

I went from a one-bedroom to a studio and have pretty much cut my possessions in half in an effort to simplify (and make moving easier) my life. I cut my book collection from five bookcases down to two, and I feel that was the hardest cut of all. This is quite possibly the biggest change I have made in my life, but I believe it is an important one. I was drifting further and further away from myself and I needed to get back. This seemed like the best way for me to focus and grow back into myself.