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As a kid, I loved little plastic soldiers, cowboys, safari animals, and dinosaurs. You could buy them by the pound in sealed plastic bags, haul them out to the backyard and set up sprawling adventures. The sandbox became a desert battleground. The base of the old oak tree, a prehistoric cave system. The patio, an airfield under assualt by a fiendish coalition of Nazis, thunderlizards, and lions. If I needed a swamp setting, I just ran the water hose in the grass for a few minutes--and later endured punishment for muddying up the lawn. There are probably thousands of tiny green infantrymen buried in the back yard of my childhood home. Eventually, many of my crack squadron fell beneath an insidious device created by a mad scientist--a giant magnifying glass that focused the sun into a beam of plastic-melting energy.|W|P|114519195592812596|W|P|Soldiers vs. Dinosaurs!|W|P|
The second part of my Micronauts retorspective has been posted at Broken Frontier. Hope you enjoy it!|W|P|114492511921937087|W|P|Another *tik* Broken Frontier Column|W|P|
Rom the Spaceknight was a pretty cool toy, and the ad features my all time favorite superhero catch phrase.
"Rom has come ... evil is on the run!"
I must have drawn pictures of a thousand heroes of my own creation, all with the "evil is on the run" tagline.
I never had a Rom action figure (although I liked the comic) but my little brother received one under the tree one Christmas. I'm convinced I was supposed to get the toy, but there was a mix-up on Santa's part. After all, I was the older brother. Surely I should have been the one entrusted with such a high-tech piece of equipment.
Rom had a flashing chest plate and eyes, and he made different noises for each of his weapons. He also made cool breathing and jet propulsion sounds. But most amazingly, Rom could answer simple yes or no questions! One bong means no, two means yes!
"Rom, should I have a peanut butter sandwich for lunch?"
Bong! Bong!
"Hot diggity! Thanks for helping me choose a delicious meal, my armor-plated buddy."
"Rom, should I swipe my little brother's allowance money so I can buy a Slurpee?"
Bong!
"That was a close one, Rom! Thanks for being my moral compass!"|W|P|114487204110235346|W|P|The Robotic Magic 8-Ball|W|P|
I think I had one Big Jim action figure--Dr. Steel with that karate chopping metal hand. But who needed the actual toys? I taped a cardboard wrist band covered in magic marker buttons to my arm and commanded my forces, just like Big Jim himself. Or I used my bow and suction cup arrows and pretended to be Warpath. Few people know this, but my little brother is named Jim because of Big Jim. In fact, when my parents asked for my input on my little brother's name, I suggested Tonto Jim Bunn, because I thought the Lone Ranger was pretty cool, too, and having a brother named after the Ranger's sidekick would make the pretend western adventures all the more entertaining.
I found conflicting information on the artwork for the ad. It certainly looks like Jack Kirby, and some sources say he drew the ad. I've seen some other reference, though, that says it was illustrated by someone copying the King's style.
Either way ... here's to Big Jim--the coolest action figure I never had!
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