I had a hard time with this one, because I found myself bogged down in the idea of what is and is not new. If you look at it, every day is new, but there’s nothing really new about a new day. So, in order to escape the philosophical quandary of newness, I decided to go for one of the newest things I own.
When I was last at Borders, I picked up a Lego Minifigure. For those that don’t know, it is essentially a small plastic dude that you get in a little foily-plastic package. Each purchase is blind, so you don’t know what you’re buying. The first one I bought turned out to be a werewolf.
With a werewolf purchased, I happened to see a display of Lego Minifigures at Newbury Comics. Seeing as I was in a spending mood, I decided to pick one up. It turned out to be the boxer pictured in today’s illustration.
Now, to the more serious part of the post.
I was a greedy little kid. I had He-Men and G.I. Joes coming out the wazoo. However, like all greedy little kids, I wanted more, more, MORE!. I wanted Legos; I had some Duplo blocks (which I used to build time machines for my varied action figures), but I wanted the real, big-boy deal. But, like Play-Doh and the He-Man sliming playset, they were deemed as a toy I would never get.
The pieces are small and you’ll lose them.
Fast forward and I did get a small Lego thingy in a Happy Meal, but if memory serves it was just 3 blocks. Still, I remember playing with those blocks. Forward further in time, to just a few years ago, I played the Lego Star Wars games and fell in love with the cute minifigures. Soon came Lego Rock Band and the spell was complete.
I wanted these little plastic men. I, 32 years old, wanted some cute little toys. So, when I found one cheap enough, I picked it up. There was more than a little glee in that purchase. My inner child, already rather content, was made even happier.