The collector's market is a B-I-T-C-H. Admission? I'm full on into nostalgia. Then ... I'm a DC Fan Boy. Combine the two and you have?
DC Universe Classics. Mattel rocks. It just does. My hallway book cases are LITTERED with DC action figures. I'm a collector. And, being a collector means that you have to be on top of things and ahead of the game. You pay more than you should. You learn the word: "PRE-ORDER." You have a credit card. You do
a lot of purchasing. DC Universe puts out "waves" of action figures. Each figure within a wave comes with a piece of a bigger figure. (Like, Chemo, Apache Chief, Parallax, Trigon, The Monitor, etc.) When I saw the
Giganta figure, I
knew --- I wanted her. Having her meant I'd have to collect ALL of them in order to have her.
Commander Steel - Upper & middle torso;
Dr. fate - right arm;
Mr. Terrific - right leg;
Parademon - left arm;
Vigilante - left leg; and --- the all too important --
Gentleman Ghost - head & lower torso (coochie). So, I found everybody, but --- Gentleman Ghost. Sound simple? It ain't. The Collectors Market determines that you go insane. (Well,
fucking nutso.) It will remove ONE key component to make sure that you go bonkers. Us collectors (i.e. completionists) must have it all. And, I wanted Giganta. Really and trooooly. But, I couldn't find Gentleman Ghost. I wanted
him as well because he was just --- cool. He came with Giganta's head and ... cooch. (Yes, I was waiting around for a woman's head and cooch. Hardy-har-har to all of us hard core gays.) Somehow, others figured this out. I had everybody but ... Gentleman Ghost. So, Gentleman Ghost (Gianta's head and cooch ... and a very
tinnnnny Atom) became rare. Ebay. We used to be good friends, until ... people started price gouging. Well, I just refused to pay it. Ransom. Blackmail. Just plain RUDE. Prices fell anywhere between $75 and $150 for a head and cooch. (I didn't pay that!!!!)
But, I wanted her. Really and trooly. I have lied long enough.
In the end? I got weak. I fell in. There may have even been a couple of cocktails involved. But ... I gave in. And, thus follows the accompanying photos. It's me at my weakest. My most vulnerable. I'm also .. revealing. Sigh. Here it is: Giganta.
Pieces of a whole - incomplete. Rude.
Ebay? Foul betraying mistress!!! I can't take it!!! No more!!!
SCREAM!!!!!!!!
From Singapore!!! (Overpriced. Long period shipping.)
Mine!!!
Hearts and kisses.
Head and cooch.
Missing?
Complete!!!
Huzzah!!!!
Tadahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Kick her
ass, Wonder Woman. (Yes. That's a Tardis in the background.)
Check out the pirate outfit. It's from one of her very first adventures from back in the 40s. Too bad she didn't get a make over like Dick Tracy drawn by one of my personal favorites, Joe Staton.