The State of My Shelves.

There was a time when every item in my collection was displayed in all it's glory. When I would spend a little time each day tweaking each pose, making sure that it was the most befitting of the character, and of course, canonically accurate.

I was so young then, and missing so many members
of the cast of the 1986 full-length motion picture.

Those days, are over.

Initially, the problem became the scale of everything.  So, I built custom shelves for all of my bots, but they eventually outgrew them.  I would occasionally colonize a book shelf, or an impromptu spot in my closet. but the important thing was for them to all be together.  When this became impossible, the challenge then became which ones to pack away. But really, to not have 24 incarnations of Optimus Prime displayed at the same time felt just plain wrong.

Impressed?

I was also limited a little in terms of space, because well, I liked being married, so I relegated myself to the space under the stairs in our basement (I know...).  It made for a cramped, but semi-private escape, and also allowed me to pick and choose who I let in on my dirty secret. Until that is, my children evolved the ability to open doors...

Now, this is the norm...

I won't tell you the dollar value of any of this (it's only crushing my soul a little). 

Or this...

Oh man, some of these aren't even from the same continuity.

My 5-year-old shares my need for the bots to all be together and he plays with them with such zeal, that "please only take out three at a time" has become, "okay, you need to at least come back here and help me put away 10 of these!"  It's been a good exercise in Zen. My blood pressure used to go up at least 20 mmHg when he would even hold one of my sought-after trinkets. Now, I can actually react calmly with a "that's okay, those were only custom decals, they can be re-ordered."

So now, most of my plastic friends live in our new home's family room.  It's a common area, and certainly invites questions from house guests, but it turns out only a few people have run screaming.

Or mocked me openly.

But hey, screw them! I get to go to bed with this at night.

Put the sword away, big boy.  

Big Looker Storybooks

I want to write a little about one of my favorite Transformers treasures; the Big Looker Storybooks from 1985-1986.

Marvel Books published six of these gems, with stories by various authors, but artwork chiefly done by John Speirs and Earl Norem. These books were a staple of my nighttime routines as a child, and have become the same with my own kids.

The Big Looker stories enjoy much admiration from longtime fans. While being a treasured memory for some, there is an outright appreciation for them as independent works of Transformers media. Anytime someone puts a brush to a canvas, you know you've made it big.

Robots with satchels. I'm in love.

The six books included "The Battle for Cybertron," "The Great Car Rally," "Decepticon Hijack," Insecticon Attack," "Car Show Blow Up," and "The Story of Wheelie, the Wild Boy of Quintesson." The stories were typical good guy/bad guy fair, but occasionally featured some decent prose (remember this is about robots):

'What a beautiful spot!' thought Grapple as he lay on his stomach. He dragged his fingers through the water, making little ripples....Grapple spotted a grasshopper and a beetle sitting by the side of the water. 'If only life was as simple as it is for those little insects,' he thought. 

Come here, often-often-often??

Spoiler alert, things don't go well for Grapple.  And those aren't ordinary bugs!!!

What really makes these books shine though, is the absolutely beautiful paintings that adorn their pages.  While many of the character designs differ wildly from their cartoon or action figure counterparts, in these books, they have a life and style of their own.  The models, particularly in Speirs' works, have a gaunt, at times wispy look about them, that makes the story of an energy starved and war-torn race seem so real. While the characters all have the appropriate stature, they fittingly lack the beefy, meched-up look of later interpretations.

Objects in a mirror are completely drawn of scale.

The landscapes are especially rich in Norem's paintings, who tends to me my favorite.  You will find dry deserts where living Jeeps take boys for rides, and lush swamplands where evil robotic insects are waiting to take over your mind.

This is what it's all about.

These books are emblematic of just how big of a craze Transformers were in those early years, and of one of the first all-out marketing blitzes to bombard kids into buying toys. That being said, there is something special about these books that make the whole story seem legit, and not like a half-hour commercial.

That was a close one.  Somebody get the wrench! 

*All images are property of Marvel Books. 

Tailgate

It's Halloween time.  Soon all the kids (and adults) will be running around in the twilight with their costumes on, many of them in the guise of our favorite robot heroes.

This year, my five-year-old son who is OBSESSED with Transformers opted for the obscure G1 minibot, Tailgate.  Now, while Tailgate has had a huge resurgence due to James Roberts' Robots in Disguise storyline, even garnered himself a new Generations Line release, my son is cognizant of neither of those facts.  Here is a character who has never been in a cartoon and didn't (mercifully) make it into the blockbuster live-action movies. The boy simply loved how he looked on the shelf.

So here's the funny part of all of this. As I was fixing up his costume, which, I think turned out
a-MAZ-ing...

Show-accurate purists need not comment.
I was taking artistic liberties, okay?!

...I thought back a lot to my year as a transformer. It was 1987, and of all the 'bots, I was Pipes, Tailgate's case-mate (a toy that is shipped from the factory with another toy, usually around the same size) from the 1986 line of transformers .

I remember my dad making the arms out of baby-wipe containers from my younger brother, and sacrificing a beloved tech-spec meter reader for my visor. I was the cat's pajamas.

Has no fear of patterned linoleum. 

So anyway, a neat way for a father and son to connect through the decades.  I think we would have made great case-mates.

Action Master Prowl...

I want to spend some time talking about 1990 Action Master Prowl. 

"Who will give up the power to transform to become stronger, faster, more alive?!"

Prowl is an iconic character in the Transformers canon. He was a member of the original class of '84, and one of the few transformers to receive a second incarnation during Generation One (G1). As a kid, my dad was a state trooper, so a Datsun 280ZX (Nissan Fairlady Z) done up in highway patrol markings was a no-brainer for this writer's favorite Autobot. 

In the fiction, Prowl serves as the Autobot's chief strategist, and along with Jazz, makes up Optimus Prime's inner circle. In the more current, IDW readings, Prowl often engages in less savory dealings; often elaborate orchestrations the likes of which bear more resemblance to Shockwave's level of subterfuge. 

He will. For the greater good, of course. 

In his Action Master configuration, Prowl is a nontransforming robot, powered up by the fictional Nucleon element which renders bots more powerful, yet stripped of their alternate mode. Prowl's figure is a more anime-accurate representation (despite his red eyes; clearly a side effect of Nucleon, right?), with slightly less articulation than you might have found in his GI Joe contemporaries.

Someone is going to have to talk to him about the militarization of local police. 

To make up for for his lack of transformation, Prowl rides a souped-up motorbike, which was featured in the recent IDW story, ShadowPlay. The bike features stabilizer fins,  a working kick stand, a front mounted gattling gun, and two side mounted projectiles. 

As with all figures from this size-class, the bike transforms into a battle implement, in this case, a cannon turret. This mode features a flip-up cannon and battle shield (which works as a nice homage to Prowl's orginal door/wing silouette). You can also remove the top of the bike's gas tank for a handy shield for Prowl. 

Chromedome atop a turbo cycle. Amazing.

I must admit that what really makes this set come alive is an upgrade sticker set from reprolabels.com. For it's part, Prowl gets headlights, reflective windows, and his characteristic shoulder stripes.  The turbo cycle upgrades take cues from Prowl's original alt mode such as Highway patrol decals and badges, as well as adding some nice chrome engine details that highlight the molded side panels. These added details really make this entire set shine. 

People love to knock Action Masters, but I can't get enough of them. What I love about this particular figure is what it represented at the time it was produced. For decades, fans searched for more show-accurate renditions of their favorite characters. We suffered through the Beast era, Robots in Disguise, and Armada, each with their own Prowl, until we finally received decent offerings through Alternators, Classics and Masterpiece. But here he was, right there in the 80's, ready for action, with red eyes, on a frickin' motorcycle! 





*Video is from a YouTube post by Seibertron.com, Comic cover is property of IDW comics.