Another random shelf. This time with skeletons , spiders and dust!

Thought I would toss up another shelf pick as the last one seemed pretty popular .

Admittedly , I had a lot of trouble getting a good shot of this shelf and the pic doesn't really give the same feel as it does in person. I guess not every picture can be amazing lol

not just another pretty face

this is Madballs Slobulus that Im sure nobody is going to look at.

The Real Ghostbusters Bug eye

Madballs Horn head

Im loving the explosion of Madballs that has hit recently .

So my last post pulled in zero interest , lets see if this one does any better.

Can a robot even have existential despair?

obligatory random shelf post

                *Read this to yourself in a voice from an old 1950's educational film*
 when in a doldrums with little in the way of inspiration for a cool blog post, a random shelf post will fill the void in a jiffy .

See wasn't that fun?

Thanks for the memory's old friend.

Sometimes a toy means more then just being a cool representation of a property you enjoy. These toys that we collect might mean nothing to some but might spark a vivid technicolor memory of a different time  in others. Be them good or bad those memory's are still a part of us and make us who we are.This particular toy does that for me. I remember exactly when and where and why I got him and because of the circumstances around him he never made it in to the "play with" pile .He has been carefully cared for and once long ago he had a cohort that he spent all his time with. His friend was lost to me through my own careless actions and for years after I refused to buy another copy of that figure because I could replace the figure but the memory attached to the specific figure couldn't be replaced. So after the loss of the one I have held the other close and very dear to me.He has been a constant part of my life for 32 years. While other aspects of life have come and gone twisted and changed he has been the unchanged thing , a tangible link to something that played a massive part in who I am today. But change is a part of life and its time for my old friend to say his goodbyes and head to a new home. I know where he is going he will be cared for and appreciated and with the above information I hope a little of the memory silently recorded in him is remembered in his new life. Goodbye my old friend.