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The 30 year old Zoid

Thursday, May 14th, 2015

A few weeks back I went to a local convention and bought this:

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I’m sure I don’t have to explain why, but in case you’re having a senior moment…

This, my friends, is a Zoid. Specifically from the series called ‘Robo Strux’, which were the US Zoid rereleases from 1985. Zoids are robot animals (often dinosaurs or predatory cats) and I’ve always liked their design. As a child we were too poor for me to ever own one, but I’ve been remedying that in recent years! I was agog to see such an old one for sale at my local con, and my agog-level doubled when I discovered it was unmade. A quick ebay search told me his price (at which I first baulked) was low, so I snapped it up. I was a very happy man that day.

Unquestionably the value of this product was mostly due to the fact it was still unmade and almost complete (only the sticker sheet was missing). Were I a fanatical collector, I would have put it somewhere safe and been happy in the knowledge I owned it. But I bought it to make it, and this past weekend I did. Here’s what was inside the box:

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And this was between the pages of the manual:

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So it was purchased in NYC back in March 1987, almost certainly for $9.99. That’s about $21.50 in todays money. Which is much less than I paid πŸ™‚

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The basic construction of the kits is remarkably similar to today’s models. There were several runners, molded in 5 different colours. It was snap together, and very easy to assemble with only cutters and a file (to remove the flash). However since the model is motorized and the legs need to move, some pieces were loose against each other and held on by interesting rubber caps:

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Even after 30 years, the rubber was still perfectly pliable.

As a kit designed for children, there weren’t nearly as many pieces as one of the ‘High Grade Master Model’ kits I’ve been buying recently, but there were still enough to make it interesting and fun. The design was very clever, especially of the legs. Here he is the first time he was able to stand up:

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Assembly took me about an hour, and was great fun. I wish the dude at the con had had more of these buggers for sale!

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And here he is finished:

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Oooh! Dangerous and mighty he looks, but Gordox (or more correctly Gordos) is apparently a specialized command unit more useful for his long-range sensor and communications than his offensive abilities.

He’s also a bit slow…

Isn’t he cute!

Food Competition

Tuesday, April 7th, 2015

When Bernard and I were younger, we were very competitive about food. This has developed in me a bit of a streak that continues to this day, and truth-be-told KLS has even picked up on it a bit. Today I’ll share the horrible history that led to this.

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Ah, raisin toast! That beloved breakfast bread of Oz! Every time I visit I buy this stuff because it’s delicious, and I’ve loved it since I was a child. Bernard did too (and mum and dad), and in our house a loaf of this would disappear very quickly – even in a single day. This became problematic, and after too many trips back to the kitchen to toast two more pieces only to find the bag empty one started to consider other options.

The first solution was a bigger toaster. I recall we had one that toasted 4 slices at once. A perfect solution you may think: every member of the family could have one delicious warm slice simultaneously! Alas, the truth was simply that B and I were eating 4-slices-at-a-time and making the loaf disappear even faster.

So the next solution was to buy more of it. Specifically two loaves. One for me and one for him. I actually recall this happening more than once, and coveting mine so no pilferers could steal my bread! I used to hide it away so I wouldn’t feel pressured to eat it all at once. Such was the competition for raisin toast in our home.

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Chips were another problem area in the early (pre-teen) years. The family would buy a bag to share but it would disappear very quickly. This led to binge eating – if I didn’t take two massive handfuls now next time the bowl came to me there may be none left! It was alarming how quickly B and I would pac-man away a family sized bag.

Of course we solved this by buying bags for each of us. These would actually be stored in different parts of the cupboard to prevent thievery. In time our tastes diverted – I bought salt and vinegar, he bought chicken – so it became easier to know who owned what. Sadly the seeds of gluttony had been planted, and even then both of us easily ate an entire bag in one sitting (often on bread, as we ate a loaf-load of chip sandwiches).

In the years just before I left Oz B had moved onto a refined diet of CC’s (basically Doritos) and Coke. He used to hide the CC’s in his room, as if he thought I couldn’t find them there πŸ™‚

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The most amazing food competition occurred at dinner time. We both loved ‘oven fries’, especially the McCains shoestring type called ‘Superfries’. Needless to say when cooking them for dinner, we’d put the entire bag onto an oven rack every time. There would be squabbles about the division of the fries once ready though, and neither of would be satisfied if the other got more.

Incredibly – and I honestly can hardly believe this is true as I type it – this led to a system we developed to ensure fairness. One of us would divide the fries onto two plates, and the other would choose. This put the burden on the divider to make the portions as equal as possible lest they miss out. Such fry-democracy! Our house was nothing if not progressive!

However this itself led to a dark turn of events. The mania between B and myself for food equity led to – and I swear on Yossie’s shiny silver coat that this is true – us dividing the fries absolutely equally by counting them. I kid you not! I recall quite vividly portioning the fries out on two plates one fry at a time to ensure they were as equal as possible. I would even consider the length of individual fries (I wouldn’t put a long one on one plate with a short one on the other). I know this is madness, but this was serious business to me and B!

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Even today this continues, albeit in a reduced form. In January B gave me the hairy eyeball when he thought I was taking more than my allotted portion of chips from the dinner table when we got takeaway. And at Chinese he always insists on getting two fried rices rather than sharing one. And as I said, KLS has picked up the habit, and every time we get Mr Subb guards her nuggets maniacally from my thieving hands.

Old habits die hard I guess.

Happy 70th Birthday Jim!

Friday, March 20th, 2015

It’s time for another milestone birthday! Jim Friedland is 70 today! Hooray!

Here’s his face when told he had joined the ranks of septuagenarians:

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Don’t you think he resembles a certain beloved mascot in that shot:

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Happy birthday Jim! Don’t eat too many Chicken McNuggets πŸ˜‰

 

Happy 80th Birthday Dad!

Thursday, March 19th, 2015

My Dad turned 80 today! That’s a milestone year, so please join with me in congratulating him πŸ™‚

Here’s some shots through the years:

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That’s in PNZ back in the 1960s. Or as Dad may call it “when I had all my hair”. Keen observers may note that dad was sporting the thick plastic frames about 50 years before they were (back) in fashion!

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The ragged and tired face of someone who just realized he had me for a son! (This was about ’72)

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This was in the late 1970s or very early 1980s. He’s got a twinkle in his eye here doesn’t he? I think he looks a little like Hugo Weaving in this shot.

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This looks to be the mid 1980s, and is a school photo. The sweater is a nice touch. I wonder if that was his, or if the school provided it?

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The day of my graduation, in December 1989. Looking through photos of dad as I did today, I can’t help but once again think of the fact that I have never owned a suit…

Dad and his new Gameboy

This was in 2000, and I believe it was the day I purchased him this gameboy that he would become fiercely addicted to. When dad was born transistors hadn’t even been invented, and in this photo he’s holding a device with more than 17,000 of them in it!

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And there’s dad with his pet inflatable chicken, taken only a couple of months ago.

I’m 43, and I can barely remember what happened 5 years ago. Therefore I reckon dad has forgotten pretty much all these photos, so I hope this was a nice trip down memory lane πŸ™‚

Happy Birthday Dad! We’ll celebrate together in a few months in Germany!

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Tuesday, March 3rd, 2015

Today is my birthday. As usual, I continue to get wiser and more handsome, so I thought it would be appropriate to reflect on one aspect of that via a particular part of my fashion over the years: my glasses.

I first got glasses when I was 13 (in year 8). While it was an epiphany realizing that not everyone saw the world as blurry as I had, I strongly disliked glasses at first and often didn’t wear them. After a year or so though, I’m sure I got used to them. This was my first pair of glasses (in perhaps the earliest shot ever taken of me wearing them):

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I was wearing the very same pair two years later when I graduated high school:

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But then, in college, I seem to have changed them for a different pair. This period is hazy since very, very few photos were taken of me and in those that were, I very rarely had glasses on. I guess I was vain. Whenever it happened, I got a new pair and when I arrived in America in 1993 I wore these:

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Woah! I suppose that was the fashion in ’93. They were plastic frames, and molded without the little nose supports so they kept clean. I remember liking them quite a bit, and that they eventually broke when our cat Ziggi attacked my face directly with his mighty paw! I actually wore them with tape on them for a few days until I replaced them with these:

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That was in the mid-late 1990s. This period became known as my ‘Harry Potter years’ for obvious reasons. Here’s another shot from that era:

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It is only due to my rugged beauty that such a pair of glasses looks good πŸ˜‰

But time change as does fashions, and as always I’m usually on the bleeding edge. For my next pair, which I got in 2003, I dialed the lens size way, way down:

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I liked them at the time, but they were very small to the point of not being practical. I only kept these tiny glasses for a couple of years, before replacing them with an almost-identical but slightly larger pair which I wore for about 5 years:

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I wore these to death! When I finally replaced them (in 2010) the lenses had scratches and one even had crystallized a bit, causing internal defects! The new pair, that I got in late 2010, were these:

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This was my first step into the word of half-rim glasses. I’ve never gone back.

After several months I had to replace the lenses of these ones due to a factory defect, but I kept the frames for about 4 years until mid last year. That was when – for boring ‘old person reasons’ – I attempted to move into progressive lenses. It was a failure and short lived, and there are precious few photos of the glasses I wore those two weeks:

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I returned them and got a brand new set of frames (and lenses), which I wear to this day:

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That’s seven frames in 28 years, not including the year or so I spent wearing contacts. One pair every 4 years is apparently longer than the average (which is one every 2-3 years in the US), so maybe I should pick things up a bit! More relevant is the fact that I seem to choose frames that are very similar in appearance to my last pair (and in fact mine haven’t changed that much in appearance since 2003).

Maybe it’s time for a radical change?