I Want His Job

Peter Hartlaub is a man after my own heart. I want his job. He is the pop culture editor at the SF Chronicle. Recently, he published a blog about the wildly inappropriate toys he (and how many of us?) grew up with.  I am so jealous I did not think of this myself.  He makes his point with the following commercial from You Tube:



Don't forget the sequel:




Oh, yeah. Let’s sell a toy to a bunch of kids based on a movie that would make them crap their pants and give them nightmares for life. O-kay. (I actually don't remember the Alien Queen being able to fly, but whatever. )

This takes me back. For the record, I did not have this toy. I did, however, have the Jaws game, thousands of Star Wars toys that I wish my parents hadn’t thrown away ‘cause I could retire on them now, a Six Million Dollar Man doll

and the most dangerous toys of all: the Transformers.

These things were die-cast metal and heavy. You could crack somebody's skull with Optimus Prime. They were awesome. (Starscream was my favorite.) 

Ah. Nostaglia. Congrats to Peter for a great column. I still want his job.