Dude, I know. I don't know what it was. I always put the hinged helmets on the "coolest" guys I had, i.e. those with the little plastic armor vests you could slide on, etc.
I did so much roleplaying/imagination'ing with my castle Lego.
I want to call my parents and thank them for getting me that first castle set for Christmas way back.
When I was a kid, they didn't have Pirate and Castle and all that other shit for LEGO sets. No, we just got a huge box of assorted red, blue and yellow pieces, some wheel sets and a book of vague instructions and they basically said, "Good luck, kid!"
That being said, while I was on vacation a couple weeks ago, my wife and I spent a night in Minneapolis, and we had just enough time at the Mall of America to run in, go to the LEGO store and eat before they started shutting things down.
I picked up the Arkham Asylum LEGO set. Other than food, it's the only thing I bought on my entire trip.
I'd post pics, but I was a fucking klutz and I broke my camera.
I would put jets on the sharks to make them flying sharks, the terror of the skies! also, if you took the 2x1 hinges and put them on the motorcycles you get saddlebags.
i remember like, taking the legs off the lego guys and putting them in the blue lego pad so it'd look like they were swimming. and then the shark would come and be all NOM NOM NOM. and then the pirates on the ship would laugh because they were the ones who threw him overboard.
I put those dragon wings on so many things. I also loved the little 4-handed monkeys that came with the pirate sets. What little kid didn't immediately hang one from the masts/trees wielding 3 flintlock pistols?
I'm seriously low on lego heads because I made a huge stack once of them but then I somehow I lost them behind some cabinets that are attached to the wall.
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the best thing ever was taking the playmobile ambulance and setting up a giant fucking ramp out of the wooden ramp boards my dad made me, and aiming right out my open second-story window. I'd build lego dudes to drive it, since they broke apart in such satisfying horrible glory, and launch that motherfucker out the window as hard as I could.
Until I cleared the fence and landed right in the back of the neighbor's pickup as he was leaving for work one day.
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i used to combine some of the hess trucks and the lego guys and make like, towns and have my power ranger zord things attack the town and be all "graaar we're pissed off".
Jets on monkeys did not work so well, resulting in the death of many a chimp. The program was eventually discontinued and the monkeys still alive turned into mechanics.
the best thing ever was taking the playmobile ambulance and setting up a giant fucking ramp out of the wooden ramp boards my dad made me that aimed right out my open second-story window. I'd build lego dudes to drive it, since they broke apart in such satisfying horrible glory, and launch that motherfucker out the window as hard as I could.
Until I cleared the fence and landed right in the back of the neighbor's pickup as he was leaving for work one day.
That's quite a feat.
We kind of did the same thing with those flexible racetracks from Hot Wheels.
We basically turned it into a Hot Wheels cannon that would fling small cars out the window.
One of them was a little too light, and it flew right into the middle of the street and got run over by a UPS van.
hows things? I ain't talked to you in a hog's age. You're at a new job now, right?
If by new job, you mean not actually employed and taking care of the domestic problems of the household, then yes. I never realized how much work housework actually is.
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the other really awesome thing was building a big suspension bridge in my buddy andy's room out of q-tips and model glue, between two of those big metal canisters that you get around christmas time that are all filled with that nasty fucking three-year-old popcorn.
I'd take one lego guy and put him in the middle of the bridge and be all "okay this is Indiana Jones" and then I'd put a couple of those lego aligators below the bridge and a monkey or two somewhere in the mix.
And then I'd light the bridge on fire at both ends.
Holy shit, model glue burns nasty toxic.
I wasn't allowed over at Andy's house for a long time after that, which was okay because his mom was some crazy nutball baptist anyway and their house smelled like old people and they were hella poor.
the best thing ever was taking the playmobile ambulance and setting up a giant fucking ramp out of the wooden ramp boards my dad made me that aimed right out my open second-story window. I'd build lego dudes to drive it, since they broke apart in such satisfying horrible glory, and launch that motherfucker out the window as hard as I could.
Until I cleared the fence and landed right in the back of the neighbor's pickup as he was leaving for work one day.
That's quite a feat.
We kind of did the same thing with those flexible racetracks from Hot Wheels.
We basically turned it into a Hot Wheels cannon that would fling small cars out the window.
One of them was a little too light, and it flew right into the middle of the street and got run over by a UPS van.
those things made some wicked vicious whips.
talkin big nasty red welts on the back of my little brother's leg when he would get out of the bath and walk past the laundry room without checking the corners first
he learned his lesson
always check blind corners, you never know when you could be attacked when you're naked and wet
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If by new job, you mean not actually employed and taking care of the domestic problems of the household, then yes. I never realized how much work housework actually is.
I thought you were leaving shittybank for some other position.
Huh.
But yeah, totally. That whole 1950s idealized shit about "oh are you a housewife? Or do you work for a living?" was complete bullshit. June Cleaver was one bad motherfucker.
you know, looking back I was probably a really bad influence on a couple kids
and I kind of had an unhealthy obsession with burning shit
I know at least 3 dudes with that
One of them burned most of the grass off of his backyard, luckily his parents put it out before it spread past their yard.
He's grounded till it all grows back, plus one month.
I did that shit for fucking years
like when I was 16 I burned a huge dead kennedys symbol in gasoline in the backyard at my buddy's house. His dad was piiiiiissed the next day
but I was never as bad as my friend jake
even as a young kid that dude had a knack for lighting himself on fire
like, out camping, right? He'd take one of those juiceboxes, drink all the juice and fill it with zippo fluid. Then put the straw back in it and light it, watch the straw shrivel and melt and then this gout of flame would shoot out.
And we'd be all coooooool until we'd get bored with it and Jake would stomp it out a minute later.
And then a little while later we're sitting around the campfire with the grown-ups, and a spark would jump out and WHOOOOF Jake's pants are on fire.
That shit would happen all the damned time with him.
If by new job, you mean not actually employed and taking care of the domestic problems of the household, then yes. I never realized how much work housework actually is.
I thought you were leaving shittybank for some other position.
Huh.
But yeah, totally. That whole 1950s idealized shit about "oh are you a housewife? Or do you work for a living?" was complete bullshit. June Cleaver was one bad motherfucker.
My half-brother was supposed to be lining me up for a job at another company, but that kind of fell through when he called the person he recommended me to a stupid bitch during a meeting. At that point, his recommendation didn't mean squat. He's not the brightest kid in the world sometimes.
So since my wife pretty much was making twice what I did at Citi, we decided that rather than taking extravagant vacations, we'd just have to learn to live like normal folk. My salary was basically nothing more than our fun money once she started moving to the specialized wards in the hospital, so she decided that I have to get my health back before getting another job. After I quit at Citi, I spent a week and a half in bed because my body went into shutdown. Flu symptoms, headaches and I was sleeping like I had mono. She said, "That's what you get for working 50 to 60 hour weeks."
I'm feeling better now, and I've lost about 35 lbs. Strange how you don't binge eat when you aren't sitting at a desk at a job you hate for 10+ hours a day. Er, night.
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I did so much roleplaying/imagination'ing with my castle Lego.
I want to call my parents and thank them for getting me that first castle set for Christmas way back.
high five! I loved that set. I wanted the privateer boat set too but I never got it
I sorta want some of the viking sets, like the big long boat. that fort looks cool too.
That being said, while I was on vacation a couple weeks ago, my wife and I spent a night in Minneapolis, and we had just enough time at the Mall of America to run in, go to the LEGO store and eat before they started shutting things down.
I picked up the Arkham Asylum LEGO set. Other than food, it's the only thing I bought on my entire trip.
I'd post pics, but I was a fucking klutz and I broke my camera.
yes. those sharks have eaten many a cowboy in their time
speaking of which; cowboy sets were cool.
memories
The LEGO army always won, because they could dismantle anything and make a huge death ray out of it.
Weebles just kind of teetered back and forth and looked dumb.
Hello, Rank my friend.
Or should that be "Hello, my rank friend"?
Until I cleared the fence and landed right in the back of the neighbor's pickup as he was leaving for work one day.
either works just fine
hows things? I ain't talked to you in a hog's age. You're at a new job now, right?
http://cache.lego.com/images/shop/prod/10182-0000-xx-23-1.jpg
wicked sniper tower right there
That's quite a feat.
We kind of did the same thing with those flexible racetracks from Hot Wheels.
We basically turned it into a Hot Wheels cannon that would fling small cars out the window.
One of them was a little too light, and it flew right into the middle of the street and got run over by a UPS van.
If by new job, you mean not actually employed and taking care of the domestic problems of the household, then yes. I never realized how much work housework actually is.
I'd take one lego guy and put him in the middle of the bridge and be all "okay this is Indiana Jones" and then I'd put a couple of those lego aligators below the bridge and a monkey or two somewhere in the mix.
And then I'd light the bridge on fire at both ends.
Holy shit, model glue burns nasty toxic.
I wasn't allowed over at Andy's house for a long time after that, which was okay because his mom was some crazy nutball baptist anyway and their house smelled like old people and they were hella poor.
Like, Karo syrup on pancakes for dinner poor.
woah I need to buy that
http://cache.lego.com/images/shop/prod/5525-0000-xx-13-1.jpg
that boat look like a miniaturized version of a set you know?
those things made some wicked vicious whips.
talkin big nasty red welts on the back of my little brother's leg when he would get out of the bath and walk past the laundry room without checking the corners first
he learned his lesson
always check blind corners, you never know when you could be attacked when you're naked and wet
I thought you were leaving shittybank for some other position.
Huh.
But yeah, totally. That whole 1950s idealized shit about "oh are you a housewife? Or do you work for a living?" was complete bullshit. June Cleaver was one bad motherfucker.
We were banned from said activity when my mom found a blue LEGO 1x6 afloat in the spaghetti sauce.
My response?
"It's not my fault, my car's the red one!"
and I kind of had an unhealthy obsession with burning shit
Dragon is fucking impressive and comes with its own fire (though the fire isn't so impressive).
One of them burned most of the grass off of his backyard, luckily his parents put it out before it spread past their yard.
He's grounded till it all grows back, plus one month.
god it is such a great fucking game
http://cache.lego.com/images/shop/prod/4894-0000-xx-23-1.jpg
I did that shit for fucking years
like when I was 16 I burned a huge dead kennedys symbol in gasoline in the backyard at my buddy's house. His dad was piiiiiissed the next day
but I was never as bad as my friend jake
even as a young kid that dude had a knack for lighting himself on fire
like, out camping, right? He'd take one of those juiceboxes, drink all the juice and fill it with zippo fluid. Then put the straw back in it and light it, watch the straw shrivel and melt and then this gout of flame would shoot out.
And we'd be all coooooool until we'd get bored with it and Jake would stomp it out a minute later.
And then a little while later we're sitting around the campfire with the grown-ups, and a spark would jump out and WHOOOOF Jake's pants are on fire.
That shit would happen all the damned time with him.
i mostly just fooled around in the software
My half-brother was supposed to be lining me up for a job at another company, but that kind of fell through when he called the person he recommended me to a stupid bitch during a meeting. At that point, his recommendation didn't mean squat. He's not the brightest kid in the world sometimes.
So since my wife pretty much was making twice what I did at Citi, we decided that rather than taking extravagant vacations, we'd just have to learn to live like normal folk. My salary was basically nothing more than our fun money once she started moving to the specialized wards in the hospital, so she decided that I have to get my health back before getting another job. After I quit at Citi, I spent a week and a half in bed because my body went into shutdown. Flu symptoms, headaches and I was sleeping like I had mono. She said, "That's what you get for working 50 to 60 hour weeks."
I'm feeling better now, and I've lost about 35 lbs. Strange how you don't binge eat when you aren't sitting at a desk at a job you hate for 10+ hours a day. Er, night.