Category: Random Musings

Funko Pops sure have gotten big over the years. It seems like everywhere I go – whether they’d be an HMV or Gamestop/EB Games or Best Buy or wherever – there seems to be walls of these numerous and completely interchangeable figures waiting for people to blow their money on so they can collect the whole bunch of them for speculator purposes or something.

I don’t get these things.

For those unaware, a Funko Pop figure is those little miniature figures where they take a popular character and reconfigure him or her into this generic big-head, black-eyed, featureless figure. And it’s all the same generic body type and the same facial and all that. And… they all look some bland. They’re not like chibified versions of characters because those are actually cute and somewhat resemble who they’re supposed to.

These Funko things… they look all the same. No facial expressions. No emotions. Virtually no functionality whatsoever. They’re almost like Lego figures, in a way… but at least you could mess around with those and play with those for a bit. Funko things do jack shit.

Even the cheap-o knock rubber figures are more interesting.

Exactly what the fuck do people see in these things anyway? Is there such a market for regurgitated plastic crap they continue to make more of these stupid things? (That was a rhetorical question, by the way.)

I guess I’ll never be a convert to the Funko religion or whatever.

And I’m perfectly fine with that.

So spent yesterday at the Cosmodome in Laval, a exhibition of SPACE. Had some models of past rockets and satellites and it even had a virtual simulator where you could partake in an actual space mission (within the span of an hour). That was pretty cool, actually. There was also a section where folks could try out some of the training tools that you’d normally find at Space Camp. Didn’t get the chance to try them out, but that’s something to look forward to in the future. All in all, a fine way to spend a Sunday.

As such, I haven’t caught the Bound For Glory PPV that TNA put out… yes, TNA was able to put out a PPV last night… and I didn’t see it. From my understanding in reading the results, however, nothing of note really happened on that show that was worth watching, so I don’t think I’ll go out of my way to catch the replay… or even give TNA the time of day, anytime soon.

Anyway, I’m off.

Feeling a bit under the weather today… nothing special going on.

So as of this day, I am a year older. Something that is normally to be celebrated among family and friends with much fanfare, I suppose. I, on the other hand, will be working and will come home with a piece of cake at most to remind myself of the occasion. That, to me, is more than adequate for an occasion that I generally no-sell these days.

There used to be a time when I’d be looking forward to my birthday. The gathering of folks, the delicacies to be devoured, and of course, the presents to be had. Hell, there used to be a time when I’d be looking forward to a lot of birthdays this month. We’d attend all the parties, exchange gifts, and enjoy each other’s company.

Nowadays… not so much.

The last time I went to a birthday party was last year and while it was the same sort of party that we’d usually get, the vibe was different. Maybe it’s due to a lot of new faces, maybe it’s due to everyone being older and different from times past, but I felt a little… out of touch, I guess. I wasn’t enjoying myself as much as I’d used to. Probably because tastes have changed. I can’t say for sure.

The last time I had a genuine birthday party of my own seems like ages ago. The closest thing we’d get to that would be an annual dinner at the Casa Grecque with the folks and big brother. And that’s fine by me. I don’t even look forward to the gifts anymore; it’s mostly money and a couple birthday cards with well wishes. Not met with disappointment or excitement; just… thanks and best wishes. Not exactly a rousing welcome to another year on this earth.

And so I treat this as a day like any other. I work during the day (a rare occurance considering I usually go evenings), I head home for dinner, I do some stuff, and I go to bed. I’m sure there’s a cake somewhere in the middle and that’s about as far as I’m willing to go as far as personal affairs.

Also, this is pretty much how I think in the morning. Maybe it changes later on… then again, perhaps not. We’ll see.

Well, I’m off. Will catch you later.

There comes a point in your life when the thing you enjoy no longer becomes enjoyable. When the thing you enjoy and had a profound affect on your life and your way of thinking becomes a thing of such indifference that you’re willing to step away for a good long while and never look back. It might not be the most pleasant feeling in the world, but in the end, you’ll get over it, move on with your life, and find something else to enjoy… or barring that, go back to the old things you used to enjoy and work from there.

“Time is passing. Yet, for the United States of America, there will be no forgetting September the 11th. We will remember every rescuer who died in honor. We will remember every family that lives in grief. We will remember the fire and ash, the last phone calls, the funerals of the children.”

—former President George W. Bush

Waste of money.

For those who don’t know what a loot crate, it is a service that you subscribe to and every month, you get a box of trinkets and collectables, whether it’d be a T-shirt, plastic bits and bobs, or things of that nature. Loot Crates or subscription boxes usually have this sort of crap inside and that’s what you get every month.

For collectors, this is a treasure trove of crap. For Youtubers with no original ideas for video content, they’ll hawk these things to the ends of the Earth. But for me, it’s a complete waste of money because it’s not the sort of thing I’d care for. Not to mention, every box is essentially a McMystery meal; you don’t know what you’re getting until you get it. That’s not something that interests me.

For those who enjoy these things, enjoy them all you want. I don’t want to rain on your parade. But leave me out of it. If I want trinkets and shirts, I’ll buy them at a store where they’re in plain sight.