I've mentioned before that one of my favorite sites on the internet is Dinosaur Dracula. It's the best nostalgia trip online, as far as I'm concerned, because the gent who runs it is near in age to me and we experienced the same time period firsthand, so he remembers all of the great pop culture of the 80s and 90s and still gets excited for it today without being one of those douchey Buzzfeed-addled 90s Kidz that infected Tumblr. (Yeah, you're not a 90s kid if you were born in 1997, anymore than I'm a 70s kid because I was born in 1976 because I remember nothing from the 70s, guys.)
Anyway, Dino Drac has gotten in on the monthly subscription game by offering a Fun Pack for $25 a month. Our financial situation being what it's been for the past several years, I honestly didn't even look at what came in each Pack. I had an idea--trading cards, little toys, a newsletter, etc. Great stuff if you love the site as much as I do. But I just couldn't afford it and, jealous and disappointed, I didn't want to make it worse for me by looking longingly at all of the stuff I'd never have. I think it's that thing where I want to be a part of the community, but I also don't want people whose sites I really adore and look up to to know what a dork I am, so I just admire from afar.
I've given up wanting things to the point where if you asked me what one thing I want even right now, I'd have no idea what to tell you.
But this time... well, we're doing a little better this year (and Becca's really killing it at conventions) and... well, I just couldn't resist. Once I was firmly convinced (by Becca) that we'd be fine if I spent twenty-five bucks this month, I had to take a chance on this month's Dinosaur Dracula Fun Pack.
I mean, there was an E.T. toy and my birthday's next month...
Well, it came yesterday, and I'm just so damn pleased with this thing.
(Side note: I need to write about this great soda shop called Rocket Fizz that we found in Geneva. They also have old trading cards, and the next time I go in, I'm going to just pull the trigger and buy a pack of Dick Tracy cards. Dick Tracy and Gremlins 2 were pretty much my entire summer of 1990.)
Two things made this for me. First, the E.T. figurine. These were made by LJN (who made my beloved Gizmo) in 1982. I remember seeing these on the rack at Toys 'R' Us back then. Because I was so terrified of E.T. for years that even the sight of him filled me with irrational panic, I was always aware of where everything E.T.-related was at all times, lest I get too close. 1982 was a hard summer in a lot of ways, people. (So of course it's my favorite movie now.)
At first, I was going to take E.T. out of the package. I mean, I'm not one of those guys who keeps every figure packaged for eternity. But... I don't know, the package is really nice, and there's no yellowing and the purples and blues are just kind of pleasing... Plus, Matt from Dino Drac went to so much trouble to make sure they stayed nice in transit, putting them in a bubble wrap sleeve with a cardboard back, that I felt a smidge guilty opening that sucker. So E.T. went on the wall.
Jaquandor (and, to his surprise, the first Falcon I've ever had). These are just to my immediate left as I sit at the computer desk, above my scanner, so I see it all the time. These things inspire me.
So, because I wasn't paying much attention to the Fun Packs, I had no idea that there's also a specimen of some kind included with every one. And that's the second thing that made this for me: the specimen this month was a single piece of Batman cereal from 1989.
(My parents got divorced and even the Mega Powers couldn't stay together. What was there to believe in?)
So, like most kids, I was about everything Batman, and the cereal was pretty much all I ate for breakfast for the next half-year. Even looking at that box makes my mouth water.
You know what bugs me? When people say it's just Cap'n Crunch. Take it from a long time Crunchberry fan, you're just being dismissive and wrong. Cap'n Crunch doesn't have that sweet honey flavor. (Of course, going by almost every contemporary review of someone attempting to eat packaged Batman cereal, neither does Batman cereal anymore. Everyone says it just tastes like the plastic now. I'll never have this stuff again...) They tasted a lot like Mr. T cereal, another great, but limited, cereal. If you can manage to find a box of Quisp (which is like eight bucks at Aldi), it's much more like Batman and Mr. T. Fuck Cap'n Crunch. He's not even in the real Navy.
Look, we all know that breakfast cereal is not a fulfilling meal, so you might as well have something delicious to tide you over for the 90 minutes you'll almost feel full before suffering two hours of hunger pains before lunch. And for me, it was Batman. That was one of the few things I could rely on my Mom actually doing in 1989, for whatever reason: getting me Batman cereal every time she went to the store.
And now I have a specimen forever, and that just makes me kind of content. Batman cereal is emblematic of one of the best things from a complicated and unhappy time. And I have a little reminder of that. It's amazing.
It's also Dino Drac Specimen #23, and it bums me out profoundly that I couldn't get the first 22. I don't even know what they are, and I'm very curious, but I also don't want to see what I missed out on.
I'm a complex manchild. There are layers, like an old Nintendo 64 platformer.
(Also, Lego Star Wars: The Force Awakens comes out on Tuesday and I'm way too excited.)
Thanks for the Fun Pack, Matt! It touched something deep that I wasn't expecting.