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Friday, November 23, 2012
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Maybe Sometime Soon
Tonight's blog entry is a tale of obsession.
Back in the late seventies, when I was maybe ten years old, I was tormented by this advert for the Micronauts toy range:
I adored the Micronauts toys, and owned them all.
Well, almost all.
I had a Time Traveler, a Biotron and a Microtron and many of the other actions figures and vehicles in the original manufacturing run.
But I could never buy an Acroyear.
As a healthy lad with "completist" tendencies, this drove me crazy. Man, I wanted that damned thing. Real bad. It was way cooler than all the others. It had wings, huge feet with wheels, and I knew from another photo that it even came with a shiny sword!
It probably flew, for heaven's sake!
I live in the UK as you know, and back then there were no big toy stores like Toys'R'Us. Just small highstreet shops. It really wasn't a shopper's paradise. But nevertheless, I set my mind to the task of getting an Acroyear.
I dragged my parents into every toyshop I saw for over a year, searching for this damned figure. I asked shopkeepers about it. They shrugged and said Maybe sometime soon. And I kept on looking.
Months passed, and I became increasingly desperate. I begged store owners to find out how to get me one now. I couldn't wait any longer! Had I not been spending someone else's money, I would have promised them a tenfold increase in price just to put one of these beautiful, elusive, and unbelievably cool toys in my hand.
I even wrote to the company in the States, asking why I couldn't buy one. They never replied.
And eventually, beaten, I moved on.
Thirty years passed. I became a man.
And when I became a man, I put away childish things.
Then an odd thing happened a few weeks ago. I saw an Acroyear for sale on eBay. I smiled and basked in the glow on nostalgia for a moment. My, how I'd longed for one of those when I was a kid. Yes sir, I surely did. Thirty years ago. Thirty. Years. Man, that had bugged me at the time. I'd tried so hard. The very thought of owning one had excited me for months, and then it made me miserable for twice as long when I couldn't get one. Why had it been so hard?
Damn, I had wanted one.
Damn, I still wanted one.
Involuntarily, in the present, my eye twitched.
I placed a bid, then another and another. For two days I watched and bid on the bloody thing, the price slowly creeping up. I eventually won, but had to cough up close to fifty bucks to pay for it and have the thing shipped to me from the States. Had I bought an unopened "NRFB" (Never Remove From Box) figure from eBay, it would cost me two or three times that amount.
There's a lesson in there somewhere.
Anyway, my Acroyear figure arrived today. The figure was sold as used, with no box. It looks played with and well loved; it probably gave some ten year old kid hours of enjoyment back in the late seventies.
And it's complete. Just as I imagined. Wings, wheels, even the shiny sword. Here it is:
It's just as well I didn't spring for the unopened original; it would have been a waste. I wouldn't have been able to leave it in the box.
I wanted to hold my Acroyear, just like I never did as a kid.
And hold it I did.
For fans of Charles Foster Kane, this is my Rosebud.
This little man now sits on my window sill at work, next to the big man who owns it. If anyone asks, and I hope they do, I'll tell them the story I'm telling you. They'll see me smile and think I'm weird, no doubt. A forty year old playing with toys.
You have to be obsessive to understand obsession, and the strange things it makes us do.
And now, of course, the punchline. While I was searching for pictures of the original advert at the top of this entry, I found out two things from a Micronauts fan site.
Firstly, the UK distributors never sold it. They decided that the range was too big, and chose not to bother with the Acroyear figure in this country. No store in the UK ever had it on sale. I spent so much time and effort looking and asking and begging, and was never told that one key fact by anyone selling the toys.
Pardon me for a moment while I curse my youthful obsessiveness.
And the shopkeepers. Bastards.
Secondly, I discovered the following photo:
Yes, the original Acroyear figure came in not just one colour, but three. Gold, pink and blue.
Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked.
And, involuntarily, my eye twitched.
Indigo
Captain's Blog - Supplemental
And since I wrote this, almost three years ago, I have now finally tracked down a pink one! Just blue to go!
Captain's Blog - Supplemental^2
Oh blimey, finally! Game, match, and SET!
This blog entry is protected by copyright © Indigo Roth, 2009/2012
Back in the late seventies, when I was maybe ten years old, I was tormented by this advert for the Micronauts toy range:
I adored the Micronauts toys, and owned them all.Well, almost all.
I had a Time Traveler, a Biotron and a Microtron and many of the other actions figures and vehicles in the original manufacturing run.
But I could never buy an Acroyear.
As a healthy lad with "completist" tendencies, this drove me crazy. Man, I wanted that damned thing. Real bad. It was way cooler than all the others. It had wings, huge feet with wheels, and I knew from another photo that it even came with a shiny sword!
It probably flew, for heaven's sake!
I live in the UK as you know, and back then there were no big toy stores like Toys'R'Us. Just small highstreet shops. It really wasn't a shopper's paradise. But nevertheless, I set my mind to the task of getting an Acroyear.
I dragged my parents into every toyshop I saw for over a year, searching for this damned figure. I asked shopkeepers about it. They shrugged and said Maybe sometime soon. And I kept on looking.
Months passed, and I became increasingly desperate. I begged store owners to find out how to get me one now. I couldn't wait any longer! Had I not been spending someone else's money, I would have promised them a tenfold increase in price just to put one of these beautiful, elusive, and unbelievably cool toys in my hand.
I even wrote to the company in the States, asking why I couldn't buy one. They never replied.
And eventually, beaten, I moved on.
Thirty years passed. I became a man.
And when I became a man, I put away childish things.
Then an odd thing happened a few weeks ago. I saw an Acroyear for sale on eBay. I smiled and basked in the glow on nostalgia for a moment. My, how I'd longed for one of those when I was a kid. Yes sir, I surely did. Thirty years ago. Thirty. Years. Man, that had bugged me at the time. I'd tried so hard. The very thought of owning one had excited me for months, and then it made me miserable for twice as long when I couldn't get one. Why had it been so hard?
Damn, I had wanted one.
Damn, I still wanted one.
Involuntarily, in the present, my eye twitched.
I placed a bid, then another and another. For two days I watched and bid on the bloody thing, the price slowly creeping up. I eventually won, but had to cough up close to fifty bucks to pay for it and have the thing shipped to me from the States. Had I bought an unopened "NRFB" (Never Remove From Box) figure from eBay, it would cost me two or three times that amount.
There's a lesson in there somewhere.
Anyway, my Acroyear figure arrived today. The figure was sold as used, with no box. It looks played with and well loved; it probably gave some ten year old kid hours of enjoyment back in the late seventies.
And it's complete. Just as I imagined. Wings, wheels, even the shiny sword. Here it is:
It's just as well I didn't spring for the unopened original; it would have been a waste. I wouldn't have been able to leave it in the box.I wanted to hold my Acroyear, just like I never did as a kid.
And hold it I did.
For fans of Charles Foster Kane, this is my Rosebud.
This little man now sits on my window sill at work, next to the big man who owns it. If anyone asks, and I hope they do, I'll tell them the story I'm telling you. They'll see me smile and think I'm weird, no doubt. A forty year old playing with toys.
You have to be obsessive to understand obsession, and the strange things it makes us do.
And now, of course, the punchline. While I was searching for pictures of the original advert at the top of this entry, I found out two things from a Micronauts fan site.
Firstly, the UK distributors never sold it. They decided that the range was too big, and chose not to bother with the Acroyear figure in this country. No store in the UK ever had it on sale. I spent so much time and effort looking and asking and begging, and was never told that one key fact by anyone selling the toys.
Pardon me for a moment while I curse my youthful obsessiveness.
And the shopkeepers. Bastards.
Secondly, I discovered the following photo:
Yes, the original Acroyear figure came in not just one colour, but three. Gold, pink and blue.Somewhere in the distance, a dog barked.
And, involuntarily, my eye twitched.
Indigo
Captain's Blog - Supplemental
And since I wrote this, almost three years ago, I have now finally tracked down a pink one! Just blue to go!
Captain's Blog - Supplemental^2
Oh blimey, finally! Game, match, and SET!
This blog entry is protected by copyright © Indigo Roth, 2009/2012
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Sweeping Up The Splinters
Whenever I hear a knock at the door, I never expect the Spanish Inquisition.
Thankfully, they're not there when I step away from my Godzilla marathon on TV to answer it. It's Ziva, Finland's answer to a very-tiny-but-important question. The diva gazes up at most of me from her tall heels. We've had dealings before, not least of which was what became known in hushed tones as The Istanbul Incident.
Roth! she beams, with something approaching tolerance, We need something from you! By "we" the crazy Finn means her and Mike, Colorado's long-lost Heir to the Dead-Letter Throne Of America. The duo have recently masterminded the 30 Days Of Photography Challenge.
I took part. I broke rules. I didn't care. Ziva told me in no uncertain terms that I was now On Her List. I have no idea what that means, but goshdarnit, it sounds interesting, doesn't it?
Ziva! I smile shyly.
You might be a slacker, my dear Indigo, she shrugs kindly, but we have need of your peculiar talents. As I look blankly at her, she chuckles, As someone very tall once said to me, It's Steam-Engines when it comes Steam-Engine-Time!
I consider this with all due solemnity for a moment.
Eh?
Your outtakes, man! she smiles, somewhat worryingly. You promised us extra photos that you didn't use in the challenge!
I did?
You do remember, don't you?
She shakes her long dark hair and I forget my name for a moment.
So, when can we have them? Now is good.
I have visions of Vikings roaring across the frozen wastelands. I am caught in their bloodied headlights.
Oh, yes, of course. Well, you'd better come in then.
She tap-taps into my hallway and closes the door behind us.
I'll just turn Godzilla off.
There's no need. It turns out she's a fan.
So. Here's my spare photos.
And Instabul? Oh, it was cool. We made bail.
Day 13 – Calm 2
The Mathematical Bridge in Cambridge, sheltering a huddle of sleepy punts. I fail to see how it could get much calmer.
Day 25 – Video 2
This alternate take has some lovely footage of a very cheeky bird.
Day 27 – Kafkaesque 2
Folk struggled with this one. So I'm posting my second. I blame Mike, and so should you; he thought of the damned word.
Day 28 – Autumn 2
"The House was out of time. Every year new leaves fell, but inside their ring the House endured; it was changeless, lost."
Day 28 – Autumn 3
My final photo of this challenge. Weird, isn't it? My favourite tree in Cambridge.
Indigo
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Thankfully, they're not there when I step away from my Godzilla marathon on TV to answer it. It's Ziva, Finland's answer to a very-tiny-but-important question. The diva gazes up at most of me from her tall heels. We've had dealings before, not least of which was what became known in hushed tones as The Istanbul Incident.
Roth! she beams, with something approaching tolerance, We need something from you! By "we" the crazy Finn means her and Mike, Colorado's long-lost Heir to the Dead-Letter Throne Of America. The duo have recently masterminded the 30 Days Of Photography Challenge.
I took part. I broke rules. I didn't care. Ziva told me in no uncertain terms that I was now On Her List. I have no idea what that means, but goshdarnit, it sounds interesting, doesn't it?
Ziva! I smile shyly.
You might be a slacker, my dear Indigo, she shrugs kindly, but we have need of your peculiar talents. As I look blankly at her, she chuckles, As someone very tall once said to me, It's Steam-Engines when it comes Steam-Engine-Time!
I consider this with all due solemnity for a moment.
Eh?
Your outtakes, man! she smiles, somewhat worryingly. You promised us extra photos that you didn't use in the challenge!
I did?
You do remember, don't you?
She shakes her long dark hair and I forget my name for a moment.
So, when can we have them? Now is good.
I have visions of Vikings roaring across the frozen wastelands. I am caught in their bloodied headlights.
Oh, yes, of course. Well, you'd better come in then.
She tap-taps into my hallway and closes the door behind us.
I'll just turn Godzilla off.
There's no need. It turns out she's a fan.
So. Here's my spare photos.
And Instabul? Oh, it was cool. We made bail.
Day 13 – Calm 2
The Mathematical Bridge in Cambridge, sheltering a huddle of sleepy punts. I fail to see how it could get much calmer. Day 25 – Video 2
This alternate take has some lovely footage of a very cheeky bird.
Day 27 – Kafkaesque 2
Folk struggled with this one. So I'm posting my second. I blame Mike, and so should you; he thought of the damned word. Day 28 – Autumn 2
"The House was out of time. Every year new leaves fell, but inside their ring the House endured; it was changeless, lost." Day 28 – Autumn 3
My final photo of this challenge. Weird, isn't it? My favourite tree in Cambridge. Indigo
This blog entry is protected by copyright © Indigo Roth, 2012



Monday, October 29, 2012
Dashing For The Line
Can you see it? Look, over there! The finishing line!
Okay, so here we are, poised for me to finish up on the 30 Days Of Photography Challenge. The mutant ankle-biter of bloggers Ziva and Mike, this challenge sets a different topic every day for a month; one topic, one photo, every day.
Two weeks ago, I did the first fourteen days as a single entry. Yes, I'm a foolish lad, with naked ambition.
Last week, I did another seven. Did you hear me roar?
And now, it's time for the back nine. Tiger Woods would be proud.
So now, we're almost done. It's been a blast, kids. By which I mean I feel I've been blown up, shot at, pushed through the wringer and roundly whipped in the course of the month.
But what is life without a few trials?
I Blame Ziva.
You know, I really must get that printed on a t-shirt.
Day 22 – Neutral
"High above the world, the moon looked down. She witnessed everything that happened in the howling dark, but offered no comment, opinion, or intervention. Truly she was a neutral presence."
Day 23 – Underwater
As the light of life faded, the last thing she saw was his face gazing down at her through the water.
Day 24 – M&Ms
Look, for once I have to blame Mike; I'm not foolish enough to blame Ziva for standing with my mouth open. No, Sir.
Day 25 – Video
Listen to the words, people. This line is mostly filler.
Day 26 – Heart
I visited my home town recently, and was dismayed to see much of its centre being demolished to make way for New Things. I was partly dismayed because I am a Mistruster of Things Unproven. But mostly it was because they were tearing the heart out of my town.
Day 27 – Kafkaesque
Look, if you don't understand, explaining it won't help. Like a dog!
Day 28 – Autumn
I'm rather proud of this.
Day 29 – The City
"Beneath a brilliant blue sky, the grey city toiled.
The sky wanted the people to look up, to feel inspired, but they did not.
They continued to look down at the grey tedium of their lives,
And the rough road beneath their feet."
Day 30 – Blackout
Kidnap victim? Kinkster? Or just really bad at putting a tie on?
The choice is yours.
Indigo
This blog entry is protected by copyright © Indigo Roth, 2012



Okay, so here we are, poised for me to finish up on the 30 Days Of Photography Challenge. The mutant ankle-biter of bloggers Ziva and Mike, this challenge sets a different topic every day for a month; one topic, one photo, every day.
Two weeks ago, I did the first fourteen days as a single entry. Yes, I'm a foolish lad, with naked ambition.
Last week, I did another seven. Did you hear me roar?
And now, it's time for the back nine. Tiger Woods would be proud.
So now, we're almost done. It's been a blast, kids. By which I mean I feel I've been blown up, shot at, pushed through the wringer and roundly whipped in the course of the month.
But what is life without a few trials?
I Blame Ziva.
You know, I really must get that printed on a t-shirt.
Day 22 – Neutral
"High above the world, the moon looked down. She witnessed everything that happened in the howling dark, but offered no comment, opinion, or intervention. Truly she was a neutral presence."Day 23 – Underwater
As the light of life faded, the last thing she saw was his face gazing down at her through the water. Day 24 – M&Ms
Look, for once I have to blame Mike; I'm not foolish enough to blame Ziva for standing with my mouth open. No, Sir. Day 25 – Video
Listen to the words, people. This line is mostly filler.
Day 26 – Heart
I visited my home town recently, and was dismayed to see much of its centre being demolished to make way for New Things. I was partly dismayed because I am a Mistruster of Things Unproven. But mostly it was because they were tearing the heart out of my town. Day 27 – Kafkaesque
Look, if you don't understand, explaining it won't help. Like a dog!Day 28 – Autumn
I'm rather proud of this. Day 29 – The City
"Beneath a brilliant blue sky, the grey city toiled.The sky wanted the people to look up, to feel inspired, but they did not.
They continued to look down at the grey tedium of their lives,
And the rough road beneath their feet."
Day 30 – Blackout
Kidnap victim? Kinkster? Or just really bad at putting a tie on?The choice is yours.
Indigo
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Wednesday, October 24, 2012
* A True Hiatus Nonsensica
This blog entry has been removed, revised and included in the romping sci-fi epic TESTAMENT: FUNNY BADGERS by Indigo Roth, Red Angel Publishing, 2013.
Its reference in the book is iDIFFICULT 4:1-43
Paperback and Kindle:
Amazon USA, Amazon UK, Amazon Canada, Amazon FR, Amazon DE, Amazon ES, Amazon IT, Amazon JP, Amazon India
Kindle only:
Amazon Brazil, Amazon Mexico, Amazon Australia
This blog entry is protected by copyright © Indigo Roth, 2009-2014
Its reference in the book is iDIFFICULT 4:1-43
Paperback and Kindle:
Amazon USA, Amazon UK, Amazon Canada, Amazon FR, Amazon DE, Amazon ES, Amazon IT, Amazon JP, Amazon India
Kindle only:
Amazon Brazil, Amazon Mexico, Amazon Australia
This blog entry is protected by copyright © Indigo Roth, 2009-2014
Monday, October 22, 2012
More Bloody Weirdness
You begged me.
You pleaded.
But you know how I am; I'm going to do it anyway.
It's time again for a catch-up on the 30 Days Of Photography Challenge.
The challenge, the hideously-deformed offspring of bloggers Ziva and Mike, sets a different topic every day for a month; one topic, one photo, every day. Last week, I did the first fourteen days in one entry.
Hell yeah, I'm a rulebreaker.
Today? Another seven days. More bloody weirdness.
Actually (that most English of words), I rather like these. Of course, by the time you read this, I'll be behind everyone again; Ziva posts early, the young scamp.
So as ever, I blame Ziva. You can blame Mike if you like.
Anyway, here we go.
Day 15 – My Favourite Food
I was going to photograph it, honestly. But it was so hot and delicious, and demanded to be ravished.
Day 16 - Bullshit
There's important things going on in the world. But we're fed this shit. Bread and circuses.
Day 17 – Coins
The contents of my suit pocket. And it's a rare day; I'm carrying money. Yes, yes, and a nut; shiny, isn't it?
Day 18 - QWERTY
I admit it; I'm unconventional. And a fan of Godzilla; I'm sure I'm not the only one.
Day 19 - Steel
We all like shiny stuff. Even when blackened and tarnished. In the bathroom, though? Look, it works; go with it.
Day 20 - Nails
Yes, I had to squeeze hard to hang onto them; it ended up like a scene from HELLRAISER.
Day 21 – Broken
They're resurfacing my housing estate. Every day, a different road closure. The roads torn up again, bricks everywhere. Breaks my heart.
Indigo
This blog entry is protected by copyright © Indigo Roth, 2012



You pleaded.
But you know how I am; I'm going to do it anyway.
It's time again for a catch-up on the 30 Days Of Photography Challenge.
The challenge, the hideously-deformed offspring of bloggers Ziva and Mike, sets a different topic every day for a month; one topic, one photo, every day. Last week, I did the first fourteen days in one entry.
Hell yeah, I'm a rulebreaker.
Today? Another seven days. More bloody weirdness.
Actually (that most English of words), I rather like these. Of course, by the time you read this, I'll be behind everyone again; Ziva posts early, the young scamp.
So as ever, I blame Ziva. You can blame Mike if you like.
Anyway, here we go.
Day 15 – My Favourite Food
I was going to photograph it, honestly. But it was so hot and delicious, and demanded to be ravished. Day 16 - Bullshit
There's important things going on in the world. But we're fed this shit. Bread and circuses. Day 17 – Coins
The contents of my suit pocket. And it's a rare day; I'm carrying money. Yes, yes, and a nut; shiny, isn't it? Day 18 - QWERTY
I admit it; I'm unconventional. And a fan of Godzilla; I'm sure I'm not the only one. Day 19 - Steel
We all like shiny stuff. Even when blackened and tarnished. In the bathroom, though? Look, it works; go with it. Day 20 - Nails
Yes, I had to squeeze hard to hang onto them; it ended up like a scene from HELLRAISER. Day 21 – Broken
They're resurfacing my housing estate. Every day, a different road closure. The roads torn up again, bricks everywhere. Breaks my heart. Indigo
This blog entry is protected by copyright © Indigo Roth, 2012



Thursday, October 18, 2012
An Occasional Gritting Of Teeth
Time is not my own today.
You know how it is; work, family, badgers.
But before I headed off to bed, buoyed by the artistic success from the weekend, I wanted to share another piece of origami with you.
I made this one a few years ago, when I was actively involved in the origami society here in the UK. Times changed, and circumstances meant I couldn't continue, which was a shame. However, while I was on board, a call went out for pieces to go on display in the Japanese Embassy in London.
Yes, quite. The Japanese Embassy in London!
This sounded like an amazing opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime thing. So I put this one forward, and I was giddy to discover that it was accepted. So, for a week, this was included in a selection of the best origami that the UK had to offer. But in those terms, I am an insect. Some of the work displayed was inticate, beautiful, original. Mine merely needed patience and an element of graphic design.
Each cube is made from twelve interlocking pieces of paper, with three making one corner of the cube. Making two connecting corners was simple enough. Finishing a cube by adding the eighth corner was fiddly. Interconnecting two cubes meant assembling one while interlocking with another; gritting of teeth was occasionally required.
And finishing the loop? Ah heck, you don't wanna know.
I hope you like it. But believe me, the other work on show was better! I'm a hobbyist fiddler, those guys are artists.
But it's all relative, I suppose.
Whatever you can do artistically, creatively - be proud of it.
There will always be someone who wishes they could do what you can do.
Enjoy what's left of your day! Almost the weekend!
Indigo
This blog entry is protected by copyright © Indigo Roth, 2009/2012



You know how it is; work, family, badgers.
But before I headed off to bed, buoyed by the artistic success from the weekend, I wanted to share another piece of origami with you.
I made this one a few years ago, when I was actively involved in the origami society here in the UK. Times changed, and circumstances meant I couldn't continue, which was a shame. However, while I was on board, a call went out for pieces to go on display in the Japanese Embassy in London.Yes, quite. The Japanese Embassy in London!
This sounded like an amazing opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime thing. So I put this one forward, and I was giddy to discover that it was accepted. So, for a week, this was included in a selection of the best origami that the UK had to offer. But in those terms, I am an insect. Some of the work displayed was inticate, beautiful, original. Mine merely needed patience and an element of graphic design.
Each cube is made from twelve interlocking pieces of paper, with three making one corner of the cube. Making two connecting corners was simple enough. Finishing a cube by adding the eighth corner was fiddly. Interconnecting two cubes meant assembling one while interlocking with another; gritting of teeth was occasionally required.
And finishing the loop? Ah heck, you don't wanna know.
I hope you like it. But believe me, the other work on show was better! I'm a hobbyist fiddler, those guys are artists.
But it's all relative, I suppose.
Whatever you can do artistically, creatively - be proud of it.
There will always be someone who wishes they could do what you can do.
Enjoy what's left of your day! Almost the weekend!
Indigo
This blog entry is protected by copyright © Indigo Roth, 2009/2012



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