At the start of the holiday season, I always have grand plans dancing in my head. I imagine a December filled with yuletide adventures, where half of my waking moments will be spent among blinking lights, brisk winds and spiked punches.
Eventually, the reality sets in: December may look prettier, but it’s still just another month, full of the same responsibilities and assorted time-drains. Christmas comes and goes in a flash, and there just aren’t many opportunities to make those grand plans a reality.
Still, there are a few things that keep December merry no matter how busy anyone gets. There’s always time to marvel at the decorations in your neighborhood, and if you can’t spare a few hours to watch your favorite holiday movies, you’re either lying or you desperately need a bullet journal.
There’s also the Christmas music. Nobody can take that away from you!
Come to think of it, Christmas music is my favorite “genre.” I’ve always loved it and I always will. Even the most mundane tasks feel so spirited when they’re scored by Brenda Lee or the Trans-Siberian Orchestra.
If your holiday playlist could use some new additions, me and Jay from The Sexy Armpit are here to help! The newest episode of The Purple Stuff Podcast is a sequel to a show we did last year, naming more of our favorite Christmas tunes.
We’re covering a dozen songs this time, ranging from expected (Wham’s Last Christmas) to the bizarre (Crypt Keeper’s Christmas Rap). It’s a pretty eclectic mix!
Give us a listen by clicking on the giant, ugly play button down below!
You commuter types can also download this week’s episode by right-clicking here.
Thanks as always for listening! We’re hoping to knock out another holiday show before Christmas. It’s a tall order, but we’re gonna try. Read More…
You’ve probably spent December buying junk for other people, but what about YOU? Don’t you deserve YOUR OWN JUNK?
I think you do! And I can help.
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FINALLY, Dino Drac’s December 2016 has arrived!
I’m getting a late start this month, which means that any potential new subscribers only have a few days to sign up. These babies are shipping later this week!
For those unaware, I sell monthly Funpacks, filled with retro goodies and all sorts of excellent nonsense. It’s 25 bucks a month (including shipping), and you can cancel at any time without penalty. For as long as you stay subscribed, you’ll receive new Funpacks each and every month!
The Funpacks fund Dino Drac, so on top of getting boxes of neat stuff to sort through, subscribers are the literal only thing keeping this site afloat!
Skip to the bottom for info on how to order, or keep reading to see what’s in store for the December 2016 Funpack! Read More…
Welcome to a special holiday edition of Five Random Action Figures. For maximum effect, you gotta drink eggnog and wear footie pajamas while reading this.
This time, I’m limiting myself only to figures that I personally got for Christmas back in the ‘80s. Two were already in my collection; the remaining three were purchased specifically for this article, and not at all because I thought it’d be awesome to own Serpentor again.
G.I. Joe (1986)
More “sci-fi” than the average G.I. Joe character, Serpentor was cloned from the remains of civilization’s most notorious warriors and strategists, like Julius Caesar and Attila the Hun. (This was later retconned, but since the retcon was even more out there, that “sci-fi” descriptor still fits.)
As the new leader of Cobra, Hasbro gave Serpentor the royal treatment. At first, his action figure was only available with the Air Chariot vehicle, which meant that kids had to work extra hard if they were gonna convince their parents to buy Serpentor during a regular trip to Toys “R” Us. Most of us had to wait for our birthdays, or in my case, Christmas.
Actually, I received him a few days before Christmas. This involved breaking my vow to not ask for him early while making my pitch at our old ratty Sears. My mother took the bait, as if I was really gonna spend a week living with Serpentor but never actually seeing him. C’mon.
Once she acquiesced, I had 3-4 days to play with Serpentor before Santa’s arrival. I never got bored of him. Even on the afternoon of Christmas, when the crowds were gone and I could finally pay full attention to my presents, I remember feeling guilty that I still wanted to play with Serpentor more than my “new” stuff.
I think it was the sparkly cape, but it could’ve just as easily been the Halloween snake mask. Or maybe it was the little cobra that came packaged with Serpentor in lieu of the traditional rifle. Man, this guy had a lot going for him. Easily among my top 5 favorite G.I. Joe figures. Read More…
Let’s dig up more highlights from the 1989 Sears Wish Book.
I’ve already plucked a dozen of the catalog’s best items for an older Dino Drac article, but it seemed silly to waste the rest of it. After all, Sears Wish Books have more pages than most novels, and beyond the 8-12 items that I typically feature are hundreds more of equivalent coolness. I think we can squeeze a little more juice from these lemons…
TMNT Shooting Gallery!
The gun didn’t actually shoot, and instead acted as an aiming device for you to pelt targets with a barrage of tiny metal balls.
I had the TMNT Shooting Gallery, and can confirm that it was stronger in concept than execution. The cheap plastic trigger only sometimes worked, and the aiming system was so off-kilter that you could’ve scored comparably while completely blindfolded.
Despite those flaws, I freakin’ loved this thing. The “gallery” was made to look like a pizza parlor, but one that’d been infiltrated by the likes of Krang, Bebop and a bisected Shredder.
Increasing the tension was April O’Neil, who hid in the background to run the cash register. Don’t shoot April, kids!
I rather liked this parallel universe wherein April worked at a pizza parlor and Shredder had no visible pupils. It was as if Donatello killed a butterfly during Turtles in Time. Read More…
Christmas Eve, 1986. That was the big one. My family’s biggest Christmas party ever, with a houseful of rarely seen aunts and uncles, kids under every table, well-wishing passersby, one dog and two ferrets. It was insane.
One of my cousins filmed the highlights on our clunky Panasonic video camera. I found the tape just last night, after having spent the last 15 years believing it’d been tossed during a hasty springtime purge.
It’s awesome, but hard to watch. Five family members, including my father, are no longer with us. There are points when the camera catches a huddle of them together, like an eerie foreshadowing. Others are still around, though these days I only see them at weddings and funerals. Still others — friends of the family — have been out of our lives for so long that I can’t even remember their names.
But hey, any thirty-year-old home movie is gonna be a bittersweet watch.
Most of my siblings are now married with kids of their own, and given the enormous size of our combined families, it’s amazing that we still get together for Christmas. Personally, I think we’re as much honoring tradition as celebrating. “Crowded and chaotic” is all we ever knew of Christmas. If Christmas isn’t those things, somebody messed up.
Below are eight observations about our 1986 Christmas Eve party. (I’m leaving out the more family-oriented stuff, so apologies in advance for robbing you of my father’s sperm bank joke, which he told while frying calamari.)
#1: It was madness.
Tables stretched from one end of the dining room to the corner of the living room — basically the width of the whole house — and there still weren’t enough chairs for everyone. Some people ate on the couches. Other simply stood in corners.
The house was crawling with people, even in its darkest corners. At one point in the video, my cousin hosted a makeshift tour, going into each unlocked room on both floors. Even in an unfinished office tucked away downstairs, bodies were everywhere.
Christmas Eve was always that way, and I loved it. I loved that our usually-boring house suddenly teemed with life. I loved that there was action at every turn. I felt like we were partying in the center of the universe. Read More…