Tuesday, August 15, 2006

The Graveworm informs me of the upcoming arrival of the Princess-Leia-in-a-bikini model kit. It's a little frightening to realize how many men of my generation were influenced by this costume...

Additionally, to those of us who grew up in the '70s and '80s, HandHelden brings you a wealth of information on handheld video games of that era, when a quarterback was represented by a tiny red dot and Speak 'N Spell was the height of technology. (I never saw the Omni before, but wow, that would have been awesome!)

Is Pluto a planet? That burning issue (along with several others) is being discussed this week.

The newest idea of how to treat depression involves...ketamine. I suppose being in a k-hole might be preferable to the pit of despair every so often, but it doesn't seem like a terribly healthy solution.

New adds to my RSS feed: the Laundryroom Swapmeet (we would have done something like this back in college, if we'd all been on the web) and BookSteve's Library, which is chock-full of great stuff (and is also located just across the river from us, apparently!).

4 comments:

Brendan said...

In defense of the new "action figure," she at least looks somewhat less Barbie-like in shape.

But, admittedly, it's kind of hard to defend something called a "Slave Dancer."

Anyway, I never understood the Star Wars twinkies. Why can't they grow up? Why won't they admit that Lt. Uhuru is the babe and Mr. Spock is the bomb?

Damn it, Jim . . .

Josh Millard said...

I must have dodged the metalbikinilust bullet; born just at the end of the 70s, I was too young for that initial wave of Star Wars madness to really dig into me.

Now, Wynona Rider in Beetlejuice? Boy was I in love...

And hey, thanks for the link to laundryroom swapmeet, o smirkalot.

Jinnet said...

You are most welcome, Sir Jesus H. Shatner!

Brendan: So, do you prefer "Trekkies" or "Trekkers"? ;)

Brendan said...

Heh. I never minded "Trekkies," even though the real pointy-ears would take umbrage to that term, and insist on "Trekkers."

Similarly, I never minded saying I liked "sci-fi," where the tape-on-the-glasses types insisted on "SF."

In both cases, it was more a matter of euphonia.