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POINK! Spring-Loaded, Japanese Robot Fists!

April 18th, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards

Poink! Spring-Loaded, Japanese Robot Fists!

Goofing around with the detail collage for my post on the “Instrucciones” poster inspired me to create a few fun (and totally stupid) products utilizing an iconic graphic from one of the instruction sheets: a spring-loaded, Japanese robot fist flying through the air!

I dunno about you but I’m definitely getting one of the shirts

Poink! Spring-Loaded, Japanese Robot Fists!

http://www.cafepress.com/coreyshead – Enjoy!

Instrucciones – Installment of Robot

March 28th, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards

Instrucciones - Detail collage

My interest in Japanese toys has very little to do with actually playing with them.

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Strange Toys I Have Known:
Sole of Godzilla’s Gang

March 4th, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards

Godzilla's Gang

A while back I brought Nokogirin and Godzilla’s Gang to your collective attention. What I didn’t mention is that Nokogirin was not the only of the series I’d managed to round up. Minus the eponymous member, I have managed to “collect them all!”™

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My Gif To You

February 11th, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards

Nightmare Before Christmas Hatchet-Head

‘Round about 2005/2006 I discovered the fine art of shaking the hand of the devi … making animated gifs with Photoshop.

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Strange Toys I Have Known:
Yes, we have Nokogirin – we have Nokogirin today!

February 1st, 2013 by Corey A. Edwards

Nokogirin

The Japanese have some fascinating bugs on their islands, thus it is no wonder these startling and wonderful animals would figure to a noticeable degree in their sci-fi and fantasy.

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Tell Me Your Troubles

October 4th, 2011 by Corey A. Edwards

Popy Gan Gara Ganchan diecast

Popy Gan Gara Ganchan diecast

I’ve heard ’em all, sir. Every one.
The cheating wife, the stubborn son,
the stupid boss; the kitchen sink.
You take a seat, order a drink
and, soon enough, you lend my ear
to troubles soaked in scotch and beer
One mug, two mug, three mugs tossed
straight down the hatch: hell with the boss!
You’ll learn that boy. You’ll kick his ass;
replace your wife with some young lass.
You pound the bar and slap my arm.
Bleary and weak, you’d bet the farm
your new friend (me) can cure all ills.
In sooth reverse: you pay my bills.