As I’m writing this, I’m in bed. I’ve either come down with a bad case of food poisoning or that norovirus that seems to be sweeping across everyone- although with my near-non-existent digestion and fairly weak immune systems, I can’t rule out anything really. All I’ll say is that throwing up several times at work is not good record shop etiquette. You never saw John Cusack blowing chunks in High Fidelity, did you?
(The answer to that was ‘no’, by the way.) So I’ve been sent home- which is a shame really, because the last few days have been great fun. It’s been one of those weeks that have allowed for the optimum amount of slacking and mooching. By sad contrast, I’ve spent yesterday and today in bed trying to concentrate on watching films- you know it’s serious when you can’t even concentrate on Three Amigos! or The Muppets. Grim, yo. It’s ranged from violently vomiting through to shooting pains in limbs, as well as the inability to sleep.
Anyway, so with Alistair- who was complaining about boredom- in tow, we pretty much had a full day of slacking- complete with milkshakes and toy stores. There’s a place in town that calls itself a ‘vintage toy store’, which obviously needed to be checked out. The fact that there’s a Millennium Falcon in the window is more that enough to get us interested, but the main selling point for the place was the old wrestling figures. Mainly, the huge pile of them on the floor that we decided to look through…sitting in the middle of the shop. To the point when the shop owner turned to us and asked, “You having fun, boys?”. Obviously, the answer was an immediate ‘yes’.
We even managed to out-nerd the shop owner, helping him identify some of the older figures, such as a version of Big Show, but from his time in WCW- back when he was billed as ‘The Giant’- the son of Andre The Giant, who feuded with Hulk Hogan in 1995, ending in a monster truck sumo battle. Seriously, you can’t make this stuff up. As amazing as Ric Flair, Sting, Lex Luger et al. were, maybe the right company won the Monday Night Wars after all. There were some fairly cool figures though- a pre-nWo Kevin Nash, Irwin R. Schyster, at least 15 Rey Mysterios (in a variety of colours) and a couple of American Badass Undertakers. When I’ve got a bit of income to spare, I may buy one…or four…
The main problem is that you can’t just have ONE. I mean, there’s a Bret Hart figure on Amazon that I’m after, but he’d need an opponent- probably Diesel (who comes with a belt, too)…but then Diesel would need Shawn Michaels as a tag-team partner…who would be against Bret most of the time, so he’d need some help…probably British Bulldog…and before you know it, you’ve found a justifiable reason to own a Hollywood Hogan or an Ultimate Warrior figure. It’s a slippery slope.
We didn’t even get onto the Star Wars toys.
In other news, my Vancouver Canucks jersey still hasn’t arrived yet- it’s being shipped from Canada (duh), but happily, my amazing new shiny bass guitar arrived the other day. Here it is:
And for the first time in (what may be) years, I’ve got coloured pencils and pens. As a belated birthday present, I was given a pack of pens, and a doodle book. Hell yeah.
And I can finally try and make some real comics- in full colour and everything!
Apologies for the lack of doodles today- I can’t find my notepad…so here’s a picture of Sonic Youth, as they appeared in The Simpsons: