Monday, April 27, 2015

More From The Spider Gwen Files


A Special Message To Bastard American Toy Sellers Who Will Not Ship To Canada

The guy on the Facebook toy group wanted 37 dollars for this. If that included shipping to Canada I be after this mint in box 1976 Mayor McCheese figure like a monkey on a cupcake. But of course this is another example of something that I would have bought but the person who is selling won't ship to my third world nation. This seems the week for all this b.s. to get under my skin.

You ALL know that Mayor McCheese is my political hero. He is my JFK and Lincoln all rolled into one very special public servant. With the wisdom of Solomon he ruled over the wacky little fiefdom that was McDonaldland with peace and love. He was the one who kept the trains running on time. He made sure that the streetlights never went out and the that deep fryers always had hot fat at the ready...just in case their was a need for emergency fries. The man was a philosopher and a servant of the people. And he did it all without making payoffs to thuggish union bosses like Grimace. He never took DIME ONE from any special interest groups. He held the line at corruption and while Big Mac his police chief maybe did beat the crap out of the Hamburgler more time than The Mayor would have liked, he did champion the cause of prisoners rights. He gave that thief the benefit of the doubt so many times he could almost be accused of enabling the crimes that would get the Burgler abused all over again each time he was released on parole and then quickly rearrested.

Of course I would not need to vent if I could just have the figure sent to me without having to go through an American third party. I can't do it. I won't do it. I just want to be treated fairly as a collector and I want my MAYOR McCHEESE ACTION FIGURE DAMMIT!!! I swear, this week is gonna be full of this bullshit. I bet I find a figure a day that I would have paid for if only it could be placed in a box and then finds it's way to me by whatever is the cheapest and most efficient way possible. Am I the crazy one here? It's THEM right?

I miss out again and that bums me out so I took my search further online and found THIS glorious figure. Follow the link to see why this only vexed me more than I was already vexed.

16 bucks but SOLD OUT!!!
Next I would have searched for the illusive glassware from McDonald's like the one that I used for years until it fell and broke along with my heart. I have dreams where I am at a huge toy sale in some giant barn somewhere and the glass is illuminated by a sunbeam and appears right in front of me while the angles sing a hymn of celebration. And then the seller gives me a break because he can see the glass is going to a loving home.

Update - I just sent my first negative post ever on Facebook on the post that has this figure up for sale. I know I am getting kicked out of this group. It was a good group too but they are going to banish me.

Calvin Heighton again..why not ship to Canada. It's freakin across the border. We do have regular mail service. We are a real modern country. So I get denied the chance to have my beloved McCheese by my side. Well a pox on all you...a POX.

I wished a pox on another human being over a toy. Arguably a very special toy. My Velveteen Rabbit as it were.

None of you understand my pain.

Box Heroes



Kodi Smit-McPhee as Nightcrawler!


Talking Kitty Cats

The Eyes Of Alexandra Daddario


He Loves Me

We have a bedtime ritual. He sleeps behind me on the bed all night when I am on the computer until I go to sleep then he goes to his spot to get scratches and a nice rub down before I fall asleep. After that happens he leave the bed and goes to his spot in the living room. In the morning he will wake me up if he senses in anyway that I am aware of him. There is no drifting off back to bliss with this attention whore. I hate waking up so can't wait to get out of bed.

Last night however was different. He never left me all night. When I turned over, her was there. I felt like I was dying and he was protecting me from whatever was ready to drag me to the other side. It was nice but weird. Change in routines always freak me out.


When I Think Of Guys Who Need A Tough Truck...

I don't immediately think of Don Knotts.

Crab Quiche For The Win


Sunday, April 26, 2015

Monday Image Blizzard