Back in 2004, Hasbro made a 20th anniversary Optimus Prime figure. He stands a foot tall in robot mode, fully transforms, and has more articulated joints than I do. His fingers even move individually.
P-Ziddy got one, of course.
Fast-forward a few years. Last week, P-Ziddy was talking with me over at my desk. He trailed off, staring at my Optimus Fight Club diorama...

"I've got an idea." And then he wandered off. A few minutes later, he came back with his massive Special Edition figure, and... well...

Potato-Head Prime is still getting his eye punched by Vintage Prime. Vintage Prime is getting his head squished by Special Edition Prime. And the Iron Man Potato Head just seems to be enjoying the view. ("Look at 'dat hinder!").
My desk is a violent place.
P-Ziddy got one, of course.
Fast-forward a few years. Last week, P-Ziddy was talking with me over at my desk. He trailed off, staring at my Optimus Fight Club diorama...

"I've got an idea." And then he wandered off. A few minutes later, he came back with his massive Special Edition figure, and... well...

Potato-Head Prime is still getting his eye punched by Vintage Prime. Vintage Prime is getting his head squished by Special Edition Prime. And the Iron Man Potato Head just seems to be enjoying the view. ("Look at 'dat hinder!").
My desk is a violent place.
Have a good long weekend! :)










P-Ziddy tried to refuse. "Yeah, because none of *us* have any leftover candy." M16 ignored him and kept shoveling out mounds of little unwelcome fun-sized nuggets.
"Did you find the ones behind your stapler?" "Sheesh, guys."
Halloween was fun this year. I saw a kid dressed as a Rubik's Cube, another as a Vampire Pirate, and I even saw a middle-aged man toilet paper his neighbor's truck.
My wife and I deliberately loitered as visibly as we could under our porch light, so it would be obvious that we were not involved. "Is he gonna guess who did that?", my wife wondered. Neighbor Guy grinned and replied. "He'll know. I'm gonna text him!"




