I’m still alive.

I’ve just been busy.

I got married a week ago, we’ve got a honeymoon happening relatively soon, and most of this year’s been eaten by the planning of either those two things or home renovations.

I’ve been out at the markets plenty (Brimfield was fun this year, as was my home market’s season; I actually brought people there the morning after the wedding), I’ve got a bunch of stuff to share from those excursions as soon as I can properly come up for air, I even somehow managed to finish 2000 Topps Football in the middle of all of this chaos, and I’ll be trading again over the winter (Bo and I are trying to sneak one in as I type this, of course).

In the meantime, feel free to talk amongst yourselves, and here’s a Mego party. They’re back in business and making new figures, you know.  As a result, it’s gotten much busier around here since this post.

Good (Albeit Cardless) Flea Market Day!

Between heat, rain, travel and the one time that the parking lot was literally too full to get into, I haven’t managed to get out to my local flea market a lot this season, but I was there today, and there was some good stuff. Here’s some of the highlights!

The 2nd Naked Eyes album! I’m sure copies of it are around, but I don’t think I’d ever seen one in person. Happy to grab it for a buck.

I think this is like my 3rd or 4th copy of Metal Gear Solid. I may actually try keeping this one. Looking forward to playing it again.

This one, I’ve never played, but people have spoken very highly of it, and the price was right.

I just recently got the awesome hardcover of this entire series, and have been buying and enjoying the revival of the title (which, unfortunately, like most Dynamite titles, is due to last long enough for about 1 trade paperback), but I’m still picking away at originals of the first series, and as the graphic novel that launched it is just amazing, I had to.

Speaking of creator-owned Marvel/Epic titles, I’ve had the only other 2 issues of Void Indigo (created by Steve Gerber of Howard The Duck fame) since way before it was really proper for me to be reading that messed up stuff. I never had the GN that launched this, either, and now I do, so it should be interesting to 1. re-read this as an adult and see if it makes more sense to me than it did when I was a kid (I feel like starting with the regular series made it really hard to follow) and 2. see exactly how much of a mess it is by 2018 standards. For some perspective, this seems to have only really gotten published, as legend has it, because Standards and Practices weren’t paying attention, and it got canned 2 issues into the regular series, as Marvel/Epic (either Archie Goodwin or the higher-ups) weren’t happy with how seriously Gerber and Mayerik had taken the word  “graphic” in “graphic novel”.

Starting to very slowly pick away at this pretty long Silver Surfer run.

Kirby of any kind, in any condition, is a good idea!

Short mini-series that I’d sold, like a fool, once upon a time, but I’ve got it again. Love me some Paul Smith X-Men art.

Working toward rebuilding my Sienkiewicz New Mutants run, too, before it becomes very difficult to afford. The Legion appearances have gotten to be a little bit of a pain in the ass, but they’re not out of reach yet. Bill’s art on these books, covers and interiors, changed not only comics but art itself. As much as people say about this run, it’s still underrated.

Love the cover for this first issue! Carmine Infantino pencils with Alex Nino inks!

Over most of my life, when I’ve come across Red Circle/Archie hero books from the ’80s, I’ve picked them up. I’m gradually getting to where having all of them, without actually putting effort into getting them, is probably a pretty reachable goal. This Comet series (with, as mentioned, Infantino pencils, inked by Alex Nino on the main feature and Rudy Nebres on the Hangman backups) was supposed to go 6 issues, and it only ran for these 2 issues. Paging Michel Fiffe

An overlooked ’80s key in multiple regards. The origin of Red Tornado (or one version of it, anyway), and also the first appearance of the All-Star Squadron!

I got one more pretty solid key from that era…the issue of (not “Superboy and the”) Legion of Super-Heroes when Superboy leaves. I’ve actually made some nice progress on old Legion books lately. I feel like, while I’m definitely not going after the Adventure Comics originals (too expensive; maybe I’ll get trades at some point), it’d be really fun to build a full run and read from about #197, through to the Baxter series and eventually the Five Years Later run, and then stopping right before the reboot.

No cards worth buying at the market today, but I did get this fella, for free, no less!

“Get some cold cuts!”

“Get some cold cuts!”

Bless you, Ickey Woods.

Now, I do not collect trains as an adult, but as a kid, I had a lot of fun with HO Scale trains (the only one I’ve kept is my Shazam! box car, which I’ll have to show off here eventually…), and let me tell you, if you were at my local flea market today, you would’ve found a TON of HO Scale stuff. I took a picture of this piece, because I can remember it 1. being fun and 2. rarely working correctly, despite being pretty fun.

I didn’t buy this, either, but I had to get a picture of it, so it could haunt you, too.

How’d y’all do this weekend?

A benching, some odds and ends from last weekend’s flea market trip, and a bonus…

So, I’m kinda benched right now.

On Wednesday, I had my gall bladder removed, and while I’ve been doing pretty well, knock wood (down to Tylenol and Advil in under 48 hours, driving solo for short distances already, minimal discomfort overall, even made it out to Free Comic Book Day, Guardians Of The Galaxy Volume 2 and the supermarket today), I really don’t wanna push it any more than I already have been, so tomorrow, as per my own orders, no flea market for me, and really, no anything for me aside from desk activity and bed rest.

As far as doctor’s orders go, rather than my own, I’m not supposed to lift or carry anything that’s got any real weight to it for 4 weeks (I’ve been sticking to that recommendation pretty well, at least), so a lot of my card activities are benched or at least siginficantly slowed down until until May 31st, anyway (if we’re in the middle of a trade, please keep this in mind). Taking that into consideration, it’s not a bad thing for me not to be tempted by cheap box lots full of crap so soon.

If I have an especially good recovery week, I may end up in Brimfield on Thursday, but again, I’ll be taking it very easy (probably a 1 or 2 field trip, max), not lifting or carrying anything heavy (not *that* hard there, given what I collect and who tends to bring what there), and I am supposed to get some walking in, as part of my recovery orders. Also, if I’m being honest here, most of my Brimfield trips are done for photography purposes nowadays, anyway, though I have found a big lot or two there over my couple of seasons of visiting the market.

I did, however, get to my local flea market last weekend, and I found some fun stuff (then managed to get a late day bonus adventure out of it). My layoff will finally give me some time to get a post up about it, too!

First up, I’ll give you an overhead view of the bigger of the 2 boxes that I got. It looks like there’s a lot of “the other three sports” in it, and there was, but there was a surprising amount of baseball in it, including a bunch of ’94 Upper Deck, ’01 Fleer Platinum, and ’98 Score base and Rookie and Traded that I needed. So, while most of the box is admittedly in my “getting dumped on Craigslist” pile, it ended up being ultimately worthwhile.

Then, there was a smaller, but way more useful box that I got. We’ll get back to it in a minute.

I also got a cheap box of toploaders that, while they may be pretty boring, saved me a dedicated trip to a fine topholder retailer, and at a fraction of the cost!

Hey, it’s a cheap copy of Halo! Ever since my partner found out that I had an original XBox, they’ve been hinting that they’d like to play some Halo, but I am probably the only XBox owner who’s never owned a copy. Now, you would think that tracking down a copy of what had to have been one of the biggest-selling console games of all time in 2017 would be fairly easy, with the glut of cheap disc console games at flea markets and garage sales (along with CDs, DVDs and PC software, flea markets are choked with Playstation 2-3 and XBox/360 stuff anymore), but nope, finding a clean copy of it took months of hunting. Thankfully, it was only a couple bucks!

NICE

Pro Tip: this is a good album.

I took a gamble on this, as well. I love Cadaco stuff (more the baseball game than the football one), it was cheap, and the box looked OK. I just checked it out. It is complete, and the lightbulb still works, too! Man, are the game rules obtuse, though.

Here’s one I didn’t pick up (or ask a price on), but I figured I’d show y’all a picture of…

As I’ve come to find out, this is an RCA Radiola 25, circa 1925 according to The Radiola Guy. It’s missing its antennae, but the tubes were all there, and my word, was the cabinet in gorgeous shape. I mean, look at that thing. That’s a 91-92 year old piece. Not my area of expertise at all, but a lot of other people who had no idea what they were looking at stopped and gawked at this beauty.

Anyway, back to the cards, before I pick up another bad habit. As you can see, there’s a 1997 Donruss Limited Limited Exposure card on the top of the small box, so let’s start there. Well…

There were a lot of those in there, but sadly, a lot of doubles, too (this picture is just the doubles), so I could only put together about half the set. There’s no way I’m gonna try to build it (they’re fun and shiny, but the double face thing combined with my not having a great frame of reference for it, and my already being in the middle of 439384292 sets rules it out), so I’ve got some for trade. (I think that was the only Rivera card, though, so that’s mine.)

Hey, remember ’08 Own The Game? Yeah, I hated it, too. Some decent players in there, though, and I got a bunch of them. I have to check through my stuff when I can, because I’m David Ortiz and Mike Lowell away from a set of it. The pile here, with good ol’ Adam Dunn on top, is my doubles pile. Ask if you’re looking for any of it.

Hey, it’s a pile of Mantle inserts! This is #46-55 of whichever Topps Mantle insert set this was, plus a handful of doubles from those numbers. Up for grabs!

Hey, it’s another pile of Mantle inserts! This is Home Run History #502-536, with another decent chunk of doubles underneath it. I already had a bunch of HRH to unload, so hopefully this will motivate me to get on that. If you’re looking for Home Run History stuff, come find me!

 

I think I got multiples of this, too, but this was a Trading Card History insert I still needed. Got an A-Rod I needed as well, but you don’t need to see it. I may someday finish that set.

There was a bunch of other stuff in the small box, but it’s in a box I’m not allowed to lift, so let’s move onto the big box, and some of the Upper Deck haul, before we go back to the small box for something.

Needed it.

Needed it, and there was a double.

Needed it.

Needed it, and between the two boxes (found some in both), I got 3 of these.

…and needed it.

So, about the other thing in the small box.

Why the hell am I showing you an ’87 Topps Billy Jo Robidoux? I mean, aside from that he has a great name, and was, at one time anyway, a guy whose name you’d hear in the same sentence as Jose Canseco’s, when people talked about baseball prospects? Haven’t I spent most of my life complaining about ’87 Topps cards?

Well…as it turned out last weekend, by chance, I heard about a mall card/comic show not too far from me. Remember those? Some love ’em, some hate ’em, but I grew up at them, and I still have a soft spot.

As it turned out, when I looked at the web site for it, they had free signers on Sunday. Mike Trombley was one, and, yes, Billy Jo Robidoux was the other. I had thought about digging through cards to find stuff from both guys to get signed, but I didn’t end up having time to do so, so I hadn’t planned on going to the show. But then, among the flea market bounty, I found what turned out to be an unusually useful ’87 Robidoux, about 90 minutes before Billy Jo was scheduled to finish signing, so…

For whatever reason, I didn’t get a picture with him (I get weird about people sometimes; didn’t even talk to Trombley, but I didn’t wanna bother him if I had nothing for him to do), but Billy Jo Robidoux was a super nice cat. From what I gather, they both live in my general area, and do this sometimes, so I’ll probably see more of them.

I didn’t do much actual shopping while I was at the show (I had over 3000 cards waiting at home for me that I hadn’t finished sorting yet, after all), and the comic stuff was fairly pedestrian, but it was a pretty vital card marketplace, and I got to get another look at what dealers charge for stuff around here (hint: way more than I do when I do card shows, so I’ll probably do OK if I set up at one). There were a few other guest signers there, but alas, I didn’t get to talk to Marlon Starling (I’ll have to look through my boxing stuff and see what I have of his, in case he’s around again; he could be an interesting guy to talk to, having gone 25-0 to start his pro career, having fought Floyd Mayweather Sr., and having fought the fights that I first remember hearing about him from as a kid, against Mark Breland, though I can’t remember if I actually saw either of those fights), Shane Douglas (I’ve no idea why I didn’t say hi; again, I get weird about people sometimes), or Denny McLain (would’ve been nice to talk to him again, but he was doing a radio call-in show while I was there). I’d actually forgotten Denny was even supposed to be there. He was listed as a guest on the site, but for some reason, I processed his appearance as a Saturday thing, when Denny just sets up tables at card shows for the weekend now and hangs out, rather than being a one-day/guest of honor deal.

Still, it was a fun little adventure to cap off what was already a solid day.

IT’S FLEA MARKET SEASON, Y0!

Let the finding of questionable material objects begin!

My haul was small by my standards. I didn’t buy this Pittsburgh Steelers oil painting (probably the best single random item I saw today, as the market’s waking up slowly this year), but I grabbed a couple things. Stand by for scans and pictures!

First up: the first original Mars Attacks card I’ve ever owned. Helluva card to start on, innit?

From burning cattle to sacrificial ones, here’s an Alex Rodriguez rookie I paid $2 for. Remember when that would’ve seemed unfathomable? The card isn’t as dirty as it looks, but my scanner sure is. Of course, with foil cards, all scans look like crap, so there you go…

A kinda roughed up Doctor J! No, this isn’t my scanner talking. (It was cheap, and it looked better at the market. Ah well.)

Then there’s this whack-ass Alien sticker. And, for some contrast…

…the sticker back!

John Glenn would’ve whupped that alien’s ass, and had some Pop Bottle Candy on his break!

And a Popsicle!

Finally, for more outer space fun, here’s Jean Michel Jarre’s “Oxygene” album!

A modest, but fun beginning to the season.

A recent flea market adventure…

(Retelling this story from social media, to put it somewhere a little more static.)

Our local flea market just had its second weekend of the year, and almost immediately upon arriving, I came across this fella…

For the uninitiated (and those who can’t read the original box he’s sitting in), this is Paul Winchell’s Jerry Mahoney. I’d never seen one of these anywhere but in one of the first Sears Wish Books I’d looked at (though by that point, the Charlie McCarthy and Jerry ventriloquist dummies they sold were not as well-constructed as this one).Now, I don’t actually collect ventriloquist dummies, but I have a friend who is a huge fan, so I messaged him immediately with this picture, to see if he was interested. As it turns out, he was, and I managed to facilitate a PayPal deal between my friend and the seller, which was pretty cool (I do like the future sometimes…).

As the seller was carefully laying Jerry in his box, there was something of a bittersweet moment. The dealer wistfully said “So long, pal…” to Jerry (perhaps hinting that he’s had Jerry since he was a kid, but I didn’t ask). Without missing a beat, Jerry responded, “So long, asshole!”

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