Wanna feed the animals? How about those Orioles? Hey, where was I? Oh yeah. Today’s blog:
Special note to my Brilliant Readers: The opening of today’s blog may seem a little strange. Well, I guess no stranger than usual. You see, for the first time, this blog will not only be online at 10MinutesOfBrilliance.com , it will also appear on my LinkedIn site.
So, if you’re a little confused, join the company, because HARRIET and STAN are really confused.
They just woke up on LinkedIn! (So imagine you’re reading this on LinkedIn)
HARRIET wakes up, rubs her eyes and realizes something has gone terribly wrong! STAN is sleeping next to her! How the Hell did that happen? Sure, she had sex with Stan once. It was a couple years ago on this very blog (Not on my LinkedIn blog–where this blog is also appearing, but here at my 10MinutesofBrilliance.com blog).
Anyway, HARRIET vowed it would never ever happen again.
The thought of STAN sleeping next to her was suddenly eclipsed by an even more troublesome problem. Harriet didn’t have any idea where she was. Harriet shook STAN violently to wake him up.
HARRIET: Stan, Stan, get up! Get up now!
STAN: C’mon, Harriet, lemme be, can’t you see I’m sleeping?
STAN squints his eyes, but opens them just enough to realize he’s in unfamiliar territory, too.
STAN: Oh, S**t, Harriet! Where the Hell are we?
HARRIET: I don’t know, Stan. I was hoping you might know.
STAN looks left, then look right, carefully studying his surroundings.
STAN: Well, it looks like 10 Minutes of Brilliance, Goldberg’s blog, but somehow it’s different.
HARRIET: Goldberg’s blog , Stan? Don’t you mean Goldenberg’s blog!
HARRIET: No! No! No!
STAN: Golberg? Goldenberkowski?
HARRIET: Jeez, Stan, can’t you ever get his name right It’s Goldenberg. Jack Goldenberg. He’s been writing about you and me on his blog 10 Minutes of Brilliance for over 3 years now. The least you can do is remember the name of the man who created you.
STAN: For last time, Harriet, Goldberg didn’t create me. I created him!
HARRIET: Wrong, Stan. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Look.
HARRIET points to the side of the blog. Stan looks to the left and notices a written conversation between himself and HARRIET in blue ink in the margin.
HARRIET: See Stan, I told you. We’re not real. We’re just characters Jack made up.
STAN: Well, if we’re not real, then how come I slept with you a couple years back?
HARRIET: I don’t know, Stan. It was a horrible mistake. What was I thinking? But that still doesn’t explain where we are right now.
STAN gets out of bed, goes to the window (sure, blogs can have windows, why not?) and looks outside.
STAN: OK, good, now I know where we are. We’re on Facebook. I just saw Mark Zuckerberg.
Harriet looks out the window, too.
HARRIET: No, we must be on Twitter. I just spotted Jack Dorsey, Biz Stone, Evan Williams and Dick Costolo.
STAN: The founders of Twitter? Guess we must be on Twitter!
HARRIET: Nah, I don’t see that little blue bird.
STAN looks in a different direction.
STAN: Is that Barack Obama?
HARRIET: Please God, tell me I didn’t sleep with STAN in the White House!
Harriet think for a second, then suddenly a light bulb goes off in her head. (Note: It was not one of those stupid new fluorescent light bubs. You know, the squiggly kind. It was an incandescent bulb, like the one cartoonists draw to show someone had an idea.)
HARRIET: Hey, I just noticed a lot of fake profiles. People sucking up to other people. And 60 million people looking for work.
STAN looks more closely at his surroundings, too.
STAN: Plus I see another 150 million people exaggerating their professional accomplishments!
HARRIET: Oh, no! Mark Zuckerberg, the founders of Twitter and the President of the United States! All in one place?
STAN: Oh, Hell! And 150 million fake profiles! That can only mean one thing!
HARRIET and STAN together: We must be on LinkedIn?
STAN: LinkedIn? How did we go to sleep on Goldman’s blog, 10 Minutes of Brilliance, and wake up on here on LinkedIn?
HARRIET: Oh, now I remember why. Jack decided to publish his blog on LinkedIn.
STAN: That still doesn’t explain where that no good, lousy writer Goldberg is. How could he miss an opportunity like this? LinkedIn, Harriet! LinkedIn! It’s like Facebook for the working class! We’ll be famous. Then maybe we can get a better gig on a more popular blog.
HARRIET: Look Stan, I think we’d better forget about our own fame for now and concentrate on making this blog work. Jack is in enough trouble. He hasn’t posted a blog on his regular site in over 3 months. Let just roll out a blog until Jack shows up.
STAN: And then we can roll into bed?
STAN: Yes? (Excitedly) Really?
HARRIET: Yes. In separate beds. On different continents. Now introduce the first post as Jack would do it.
STAN: You mean, make it windy, verbose and never shut up.
HARRIET: Now you’re getting the idea.
Art has always been an expression of the times. For a thousand years, the mythology and religion that dominated life produced classic historical paintings with universal themes. In more recent times, pop culture was often the prevailing wave and classics like Disney’s animated movies were the High Art of the Times.
But what if those themes were mashed up? What would it look like in an art gallery of today, say, at La Luz de Jesus Gallery in Los Angeles?
Wonder no more. While Walt Disney may turn over in his cryogenic grave, because artist José Rodolfo Loaiza Ontiveros has painted his way through this historic mash-up of religion and Disney in a one-man show, “Profanity Pop.” And the results are both artful and animated.
Here are some of his Disney mash-ups by painter Loaiza Ontiveros. View them at the risk of corrupting your childhood. Yeah, like THAT hasn’t already happened.
Just don’t expect a happy ending.
Hi, Brilliant Readers. It’s me, Jack. Sorry I’m late. I want to welcome all my new Readers who have joined us on LinkedIn. It’s been a long time since I posted a blog on my regular site, Sorry. I just got a new job working for Stickman Stew, a toy company you’ll hear a lot more about. And, for a little more than a month back in July, I was Nurse Jackie for a dear loved one who doesn’t want her identity revealed on my blog. And I intend to honor my wife’s, I mean, that person’s, request.
I just found out that my blog readership has soared in my absence. It seems the less I write, the more people like it!
STAN: That doesn’t surprise me in the least.
I now have over 1,000 blog visitors a day, over 35,000 every month. I still just write to please me and make myself laugh. And if you laugh or learn something in the process, well then, all the better.
I try to keep my blog tasteful. All right, somewhat tasteful! So even when STAN curses, I use asterisks to protect my Readers delicate sensibilities.
For instance, STAN has been know to scream, ” Hey Goldberg, GO **** ********! And, “Those ******* right-wing R*public*ns. They’re are at it again!” See, I didn’t have to actually say ******* or right-wing R*public*ans, and you still got the gist of what I was saying
Sometimes it best not to say anything. just to present the subject in its natural form.
This next commercial is brilliantly written, hilariously funny, and the young actress who stars in it will be a huge star one day. But the subject matter, a young girl’s first period, is so personal, the topic defies description. So I’ll just present it, without any editorial comment.
Spying used to be so uncomplicated. You knew the teams. There was Us and Them. The Good Guys and the Commies. The White Hats and the Black Hats. The Cowboys (Dallas) and the Indians (Cleveland).
And spying methods were so simple. Back before algorithms charted your every move, there were only two ways you could be spied upon. Either a private detective in a ’57 Chevy followed you in his car or the police bugged your phone.
Now, all that’s changed. Every Tom, Dick and Harriet…
Sorry, it was just an example. Where was I? …every Tom, Dick and Henrietta…
…who work for a marketing company can buy information over the Internet on every site you’ve visited, seeing everything you’ve ever bought.
In fact, today’s marketers know every breath you take, every move you make. Which reminds me of a song that not so coincidentally was sung by THE POLICE. Great song! It’s worth hearing again.
Ah, but I digress. The point is that every moment of every day, you’re being spied upon. For 12 years now, the United States Postal Service has been photographing the exterior of every piece of mail or parcel that comes through their doors.
That’s a bigger invasion of your privacy than you might imagine. The metadata from your mail can tell a lot about you, your location, the people you associate with, your movement patterns, and whether you celebrate Uncle Manny’s birthday every year.
Who else want to knows about you? Just about EVERYONE! Equifax and other credit reporting agencies know your annual salary and the money you’ve ever borrowed, plus your payback history. The Air Force and countless satellites have photographed your home and car movements, Facebook knows everything you and your friends like, and Google knows every damn place you’ve ever visited on the Internet.
So maybe you won’t be so upset to learn who is spying on you now. Your smart phone. I’m not talking about the government program that records telephone calls. Everybody know about that. It is now possible for retail stores to buy g.p.s. data that tells them when you’re near their store son they can send you a coupon or text message.
And you know, I wish I has a way to end this piece, but let’s just keep moving or we’ll never get out of here.
I’m not sure how my friend J.S. Gilbert does it. He’s multi-talented. He’s a writer, marketer, voice-over talent and much more. While I understand how he does all that stuff, I can’t figure out how he finds time to send hundreds, maybe thousands, possibly millions of posts online every day.
Does he breathe? Does he eat? Is he washing behind his ears?
Here’s a recent post from him about words and phases we could do without. I added a few of my own.
1. My bad
2. Just sayin’
3. Can I be honest with you?
4. No problem.
5. It’s all good.
7. At the end of the day…
10. Nihilistic (oh wait, no, that still has some time before it become cliche)
11. The fact is…
12. Out of the box
ERROR MESSAGE #1: Sorry, there’s nothing to see today in Tony’s backyard. Just move along!
On March 4, 1957, a man, Harvey Kellner, won an argument with his wife.
It has never happened again.
Well that’s it, boys and girls. Class is dismissed. And there’s no homework except to come back the next time I think of something Brilliant.
STAN: Yeah, like we can all wait that long.
HARRIET: Shut up, Stan. You always have to have the last word.
STAN: I do?
I appreciate your stopping by. Especially after so long a wait! In fact, leave me a comment to let me know you were here. The first five people who leave me a comment will win an authentic STICKMAN STEW & the GOLD HEART CREW character. These iconic stick figures are bendable and posable and are all the rage now. They need no batteries! They’re powered by a kid’s imagination.
And if you’re the sixth person to leave a comment, well then you’ll have to go to STICKMANSTEW.COM and buy your own.
Here, this video will explain how you can BUY ONE and GIVE ONE to a kid who could use a little sunshine.
HARRIET: That’s it. The blog’s over. Say goodnight, Stan.
STAN: Good night, Stan!
HARRIET: Goodbye, everyone, drive safely. Hope to see you back here real soon.
STAN: Today’s edition of 10 Minutes of Brilliance has “Nothing for Anyone.”
HARRIET: Stan, you exquisite jerk, I don’t think you have that quite right.
STAN: No? Oh sorry. I meant to say it has “Something for Everyone.”
HARRIET: Much improved. Now tell Jack’s Readers what to expect.
STAN: Mediocrity, followed by boring verbiage.
HARRIET: No, no! I meant the topics.
STAN: 1. Oh. First, a behind-the-scenes look at rock star contract demands.
2. Next up, a great new app for people who travel.
3. We’re proud to present the record breaking stupidity of Florida State Representative Charles Van Zant.
4. Finally, blogger Goldberger…
HARRIET: His name is Goldenberg, Stan. Jack Goldenberg.
STAN: Whatever. And finally, blogger Goldstein presents “The Last Pet Video You’ll Ever Have to See for the Rest of Your Life.” And now, without any further do do, here’s… what’s his name.
Things aren’t always what they seem–even in the World of Rock ‘n Roll. Remember the furor years ago about the outrageous demands David Lee Roth, lead singer of Van Halen, put into his contract?
Under the clause “Munchies” Mr. Roth (whose real name is not Otis Biggelsworth McFeltersnatch) insisted that the band required “potato chips, nuts, pretzels and M&M’s backstage and on their tour bus. Then David Lee Roth inserted into the 53-page contract: (WARNING: ABSOLUTELY NO BROWN M&M’s!). Was David Lee Roth being petulant? And more importantly, do you even know what “petulant” means?
STAN: What does petulant mean?
HARRIET: Google it!
STAN: It means, “Google it?”
HARRIET: No, Stan , you idiot, it means getting terribly annoyed at a small detail, especially if you don’t get your way.
STAN: THAT’S THE CRAZIEST FRICK’N THING I’VE EVER HEARD OF. I’M OUTRAGED! I’M FLABBERGASTED! I’M TOTALLY CHAGRINED!
HARRIET: Do you even know what “chagrined” means?
STAN: Google it?
HARRIET: You’re getting close.
Where was I? Oh, yeah. Everyone knows stars like to be pampered. After all, many of them act like children who want what they want when they want it. (Which reminds me, “Honey, what’s for dinner?) (OK, new Readers of 10 Minutes of Brilliance, I am just kidding when I asked my wife , “What’s for dinner?”) (I already know what’s for dinner.)
ANNOUNCER: Attention, 10 Minutes of Brilliance Readers! Blog writer Jack Goldenberg had just performed the amazing Triple Parentheses? Three in a row and he landed perfectly. He just tied the World Record for Consecutive Parentheses. Will he go for a 4th and try to break the record?
(Where was I? Oh, yeah.)
ANNOUNCER: He has! He’s done it! For the first time in blog history, Goldenberg has smashed the previous 1956 record of three consecutive parentheses with a stunning 4th parenthesis! Oh, the humanity!
I remember now, I was talking about outrageous clauses in rock ‘n roll contracts. As it turns out, David Lee Roth was not being childish nor overly demanding by stipulating his “NO BROWN M&M’s” clause. “We were accused of being abusive simply because we could., ” Roth explained,”but the reality was quite different.”
Van Halen’s live show was a huge spectacle. It required booming audio, spectacular lighting, high voltage electricity, and immense structural support, all of which could some tumbling down on the band and the audience if it wasn’t properly installed. But some facility managers who booked the high-flying and expensive Van Halen tour cut corner when it came to safety. Some didn’t even bother to read the long contract, jeopardizing the safety of the band and its fans.
But David Lee Roth was a lot shrewder than people at the time gave him credit for. He couldn’t take the chance local promoters might perform a less than adequate safety check. So he added the “NO BROWN M&M’s” clause to ensure his entire contract was read and adhered to. If he saw BROWN M&M’s in his dressing room or anywhere backstage, he knew local promoter’s didn’t read the contract and probably weren’t prepared to protect the band and fans from imminent danger.
Anytime David Lee Roth found brown M&M’s anywhere in his touring venue, the show didn’t go on until the structural problems were fixed.
Here are some other backstage and contract demands of the rich and infamous:
Although some 10 Minutes of Brilliance Readers live in the Southern Hemisphere (South America, South Africa and Australia) where Winter is the next big season, the vast majority of Brilliant Readers live north of the Equator, so they’re busily making exciting plans for their Summer vacation.
I’ve come across a new site that simplifies the best way to get from wherever you are to wherever in the world you want to go. But before I do that, I thought it might be helpful to tell you when to look to get the best prices on airfare.
The best time to look for the least expensive airfare is early Wednesday morning. That’s the day most airlines dump their unused reservations for sale and higher priced tickets that didn’t sell the previous weekend. Now onto the main course, how to get from where you are to where you want to be,
Rome2rio organizes the world’s transportation information into one convenient Web site. It’s a door-to-door search engine that returns an itinerary for travel by air, train, coach*, ferry. mass transit and automobile.
By the way, do you know what coach travel is? I didn’t. I had to look it up. I figured they meant a stage coach, like the had in the old west. You know, with one guy driving the horses and the other guy ridin’ shotgun, in case they were attacked by Indians who were upset you didn’t call then native Americans.
“Au contraire,” as my French grandmother would say. A coach is a type of bus that conveys passengers on excursions and on longer distances between cities—or even between countries. Now aren’t you glad you learned that today? I am.
Anyway, check out Rome2rio. It’s one cool app for travelers.
In 10 Minutes of Brilliance’s continuing effort to define Brilliance, it helps to understand what real stupidity looks like. In case you were wondering, it looks like this:
In 1997, there were reports that watching the British children’s show Teletubbies could cause your kids to “turn homosexual.” Oh, not all of the Teletubbies were involved in the conspiracy. It was just Tinky Winky. What proof did Jerry Falwell and others have that Tinky Winky had a hidden agency. It was right there before your eyes. He was purple. You do know the color purple can “cause” homosexuality, don’t you.?
The next supposed major conspiracy of the liberal media was the hit show SpongeBob Square Pants. No, SpongeBob’s square pants weren’t purple, but there was something about him that caused the extreme right to proclaim the show was another left wing conspiracy to “turn children into gays and lesbians.” It doesn’t matter that science has proved sexual preference is biological, not environmental. After all, what’s science got over hysteria, bigotry and abject stupidity? Absolutely nothing, right?
Of course, as any dues paying viewer of Fox News knows, the real “cause” of homosexuality are several Disney animated movies. That’s been the claim of the ill-informed for some time now.
Now, along comes Florida State Representative Charles Van Zant to warn unsuspecting parents that the overarching threat to society as we know it (really, society as he knows it) is Florida’s new $220 million allocation for standardized testing. “I really hate to bring you that news,” Rep. Van Zant said, ” but you need to know.”
Van Zant claims that unless Florida finds a way to take back the $220 million for standardized testing, it will, “promote double-mindedness in state education, and attract every one of your children to become as homosexual as they possibly can.”
Drop the double-mindedness talk, Chuck. Try some open-mindedness. But not the purple ones.
I love dogs, but I hate dog videos!
Cats are OK, not my favorite, though. But I hate cat videos!
Are you starting to see a pattern here?
Move over, Lassie, Rin Tin Tin, Toto, Sandy, Pluto, Scooby Doo, Benji and Jasper. There’s NEW dog in town! His name is Jesse.
I was pretty sure I would be able to honor my pledge to never again watch another pet video, dog, cat, monkey, skunk, bird, turtle, snake, frog, or whatever! Then I saw the best dog video I have ever seen in my entire life. Jesse is not just good, Jesse is amazing! If you’ve never watched any of the videos on my blog, now is time to start. Jesse the dog is amazing (and so is my friend, marketing mastermind and professor Les Borden for sending it to me.)
And who can say it better than the Beatles. Good Day and Good Night, Brilliant Readers. Thanks for the use of the the hall. Jack Goldenberg
Today we’re going to cover a lot of ground, so fasten your seat belts.
1. We’ll start off with a description of “The Toughest Job in the World” and see a video of some of the 27 people crazy enough to apply for it. I’m warning you, this job is a real Mother!
2. Then, there’s a tribute to my Mom who I imagine is reading 10 Minutes of Brilliance in Heaven. I doubt she’s in Hell or Pittsburgh, because she led a good life and was never very fond of either of those places.
3. Next is a piece about having a second Mother’s Day every year. I swear it’s not a Hallmark plot. Some people think that might be a good idea, but I’m sure Jewish mothers would say, “What? You don’t love me the other 363 days?”
4. Then, there’s a piece about my hometown, Ballmer, Merlin (a k a Baltimore, Maryland). People from Baltimore called themselves “BaltiMORONS!” That’s either just plain stupid or quite possibly “truth in packaging.”
5. Next, take a short 10 Minutes of Brilliance True or False Pop Quiz.
6. And finally, there are some wonderful ironic photos I thought you’d enjoy courtesy of my friend and former college roommate, Tony Witlin, who borrowed them from some anonymous Internet writer/photographer.)
You can’t blame the toy industry for the ugly and violence-prone state of this year’s crop of action figures to emerge from Toy Fair 2014. Instead, blame the zombies.
Never in the history of the world has evil, horror and terror ruled its ugly head so prominently since Dick Cheney was Vice President.
Welcome to the Zombification of America. Right now, my foreign Readers are busily looking up “Zombification.” (Give it up, Olaf. You won’t find it.)
Zombies are creatures who started as humans, died from a serious infection and then rose from six feet under to come back and haunt the rest of us. The closest analogy I can give would be substitute teacher.
Zombies have taken over everything. It’s understandable these creatures are lead actors in movies (Dawn of the Dead, Shaun of the Dead and The Walking Dead) and TV shows (Dawn of the Dead, The Walking Dead and Duck Dynasty). Now they’ve invaded toy stores as well.
As I roamed the aisles of Toy Fair 2014, the annual industry event where toy companies show off their best bets for toy success in the coming year, I was struck by how ugly, fearful and blood soaked the toy industry has become. Especially when it comes to action figures.
Oh, sure, Superman will still be flying through toy stores faster than a speeding bullet to defend his mantra, “Truth, justice and a little nookie from Lois Lane.” Batman and his Batboy Robin will still cruise the Toy ‘R Uses of the Universe in the Batmobile, defending Gotham City against nefarious enemies like The Joker, The Riddler and assorted Tea Party Republicans.
But the new crop of toys expected to be popular for Christmas 2014 includes a mob of vengeful, ruthless, blood soaked, killer Zombies. And those are just the good guys.
* Note to my Readers: This is the problem when you write a blog with over 13,000 subscribers. Some are my Readers are Baby Boomers and some are from Generation Z. The young people in my audience have no idea what a chaperone is.
Chaperones were adults who attended events likes proms and dances and made sure none of the young people drank alcohol, did drugs or had sex. Unless, of course, you broke into the science lab when Mr. Truchet and Mrs. Bell were outside the Milford Mill gym smoking a cigarette. I’m just saying.
Vampires just suck your blood. Zombies eat you!
No wonder these killer dolls are fodder for phobias and nightmares even for the adult kids who buy them.
But when it comes to real kids, the Zombification of toy stores is somewhat of a paradox. Dolls and action figures are supposed to be the loyal, warmhearted companions of innocent children, not cold-blooded killers.
With Zombies on my brain, I visited Toy Fair last month to see what America’s toy makers had conjured up for Christmas 2014. I went to see what’s new and also to cover the event for 10 Minutes of Brilliance Readers.
That’s right, Brilliant Readers, I braved the Zombie-saturated aisles of Toy Fair for you, knowing full well that an unexpected, innocent tap on my shoulder would likely scare the BeJesus out of me. And that’s tough, because I’m Jewish.
I’ll deliver the results of my Top 10 Most Powerful Action Figures at Toy Fair 2014 in true “Dave Letterman Top 10 style.” You know, Dave starts with Number 10 and the last one he reads off is always Number One.
(Usually by the time Dave gets to Number #7, Margaret falls asleep. But maybe that just happens at my house.)
So I’ll start at #10 , but I need to say a little about the Winner first. The most power action figure of Toy Fair 2014 is Stickman Stew.
Let’s hear it for the lovable, uncomplicated Stickman Stew. He’s warm, generous, courageous and kind. The only way he’ll kill you kid is with kindness.
He’ll be your kids’ pal and unlike the terrifying zombies, monsters, murderers and makers of mayhem who will be under Christmas tress and Chanukah bushes this holiday season, he won’t suck your blood or cause you to be dead, then undead , then dead again.
More about Stickman Stew later and how he became the Number One action figure at this year’s Toy Fair. Now it’s time to count down the Top 10 Action Figures.
STAN: It’s time? It’s time! It’s past time!
HARRIET: What the matter now, Stan?
STAN: Jeez, I was hoping Golberg could have delivered his Top 10 Toys by now.
HARRIET: Well, he does seem to ramble on.
STAN: Ramble. Schmamble. Goldenheim can’t shut up. I had a conversation with him once that started on a Tuesday and by Thursday I had to get a note from my Mom to be excused.
HARRIET: Your Mom? Stan, you don’t have a Mom.
STAN: Yeah, right! Then how was I born?
HARRIET: You weren’t born, Stan. You’re not real. You’re just a character Jack made up.
STAN: Don’t start pulling that crap on me, Harriet. I am real. Goldberger’s the imaginary character. I made him up.
HARRIET: We’re not going to solve this now, Stan. Let Jack get on with his blog. We’ll talk about it later.
STAN: Yeah? When?
HARRIET: How ’bout NEVER. Is that soon enough for you?
STAN: Yeah, that works for me. Thanks.
Now, it’s time to deliver the most powerful action figures from Toy Fair 2014. In the #10 spot is that loveable Chuckie.
The Chuckster is the creepiest of the creepy dolls. Though he isn’t the original creepy doll, he is definitely the most notorious. Not only will he kill you and attempt to steal your body, he makes bad wisecracks while dismembering you. Who does he think he is? Conan O’Brien?
The first Living Dead Dolls were craft dolls, made individually by hand by Ed Long in 1998. He showed them to a friend, Damien Glonek who liked the dolls so much, the two of them became partners. They made 12 more Living Dead dolls. The dolls sold out instantly so Ed and Damien launched their doll business, continuing to make each doll by hand.
They were selling them at a Chiller Theatre convention, when Mike “Mez” Markowith purchased one of the dolls and decided to mass produce them from his company, Mezzco Toys .
Meet the Krypt Kiddies. Meet them if you dare. Parents crazy enough to buy these horror dolls for their little monsters should have known something was off when they saw the Krypt Kiddies slogan, “Cuter than Hell.” These terrifying creatures will give your nightmares nightmares.
The White Walkers are a mythological race from an ancient time. In the darkness and cold of the Long Night, the White Walkers killed everyone in their path. Since that wasn’t enough destruction for their evil hearts, they raised the dead to help them slaughter more innocent people. What a nice bedtime story that will make.
I don’t know if if can call a bodily function an action figure, so maybe I’m breaking rank with this one, but when I said, “Hey Google, give me the most disgusting toy you’ve got, Google came up with Boogers from the Planet Nose. The name sounds like a bad title for a B movie if 6 year-olds ran Hollywood. Wait, 6 year-olds are running Hollywood, but that’s another story for another blog.
You may be surprised to find out that “Boogers from the Planet Nose” are aliens from, you guessed it, the Planet Nose. According to the ever-so-short back story, the Planet Nose had a terrible environment of toxic waste and slime. So the Boogers decided to “blow this pop stand and seek greener pastures”
They’re grotesque, sticky, and a real gross out! I show them here with some shame, but I refuse to introduce you to their 6 different characters in the Boogers world. Trust me. You don’t want to know.
I’m an eternal optimist and I try to see the bright side of everything. The only bright side I can see here, imagine what we’d be dealing with if this same toy company came out with a toy for Uranus.
I had no idea I’d be choosing a carrot for the 4th best action figure to be shown at the 2014 Toy Fair, but then Colby Carrot is no ordinary vegetable. The originator of Colby Carrot, Radha Agrawal, a k a Radha Radish, was disappointed that when kids ordered pizza at her farm-to-table pizzeria, because they never ordered veggies as a topping, along with their cheese and tomato paste.
When she gave her veggie toppings super hero names, business picked up tremendously. dramatically. So she decided to encourage kids to eat veggies by making “action figures.” No offense to Colby Carrot for putting action figure in quotes, but the tuber does deserve credit for having the mission of getting kids to eat more wholesome foods, like veggies, and less sugar, processed food, fast food and soda pop. (As the Creative Director of the first Happy Meal, I’ve always felt somewhat responsible for the obesity among American children.
And Colby’s creator deserves credit fo making super heroes out of mushrooms, eggplant and spinach, to name a few
Of course, no action figure can live in a world without pals to hang out with and Colby’s got a pretty cool bunch called The Super Sprowtz. The gang of super heroes veggie includes Mike Mushroom, Erica Eggplant, Zach Zucchini, Todd Tomato, Susie Sweat Pea, Brian Broccoli, Gita Garlic, Oliver Onion and Sammy Spinach. All the vegetable puppets have super powers, ‘natch, and Colby’s is super sight.
Colby Carrot’s exploits to make Amercia safe for vegetables and to encourage kids to have better nutrition earned him the #4 place on the most powerful action figures from Toy Fair 2014. He’s improving children’s health one dancing vegetable at a time.
The Newly Deads are 5 foot high animated figures who eyes glow in the Halloween Night. They’re really funny, rather than scary or disgustin,g which is why they made it to #3 on the Most Powerful Action Figures from Toy Fair list.
When I first saw Blacula, I thought, “Now that’s really in bad taste.” But when I realized that Presidential Monsters weren’t just making fun of President Obama, they were Equal Opportunity Offenders, taking a poke at all the Leaders of the Free World, I just laughed and laughed.
No offense to any of the Presidents, but this just a satirical take-off, with a nod to “Hail to the Creeps.” There’s Eisen Howler, Zom-Bush, The Ronmy (hey wait, he wasn’t even President), Lincolnstein, Al Gor, Wolf Bill, The Monster from the Watergate Lagoon, Benjamin Franklinstein and more. They’re funny, collectible and a great way learn, well, the darker side of history. They earned the #2 spot from Toy Fair 2014. If you’d like to see the whole collection, just visit Presidential Monsters online