It has been a few months since I've written an "Exploding Star Wars Toy" entry. I have no excuses. If you were a fan of these blogs (which I think catapulted me to my astronomical fame) I apologize for their long absence.

Now... with a cross country move half-way complete, you would think there would be plenty of exploded toys to blog about. And you would be absolutely correct in your thinking. During my part of the packing process, I did find both of "Emperor Palpatine with 'Quick Change' Action"'s Sith hands. Where? Eerily they were both under my computer desk! They were probably just waiting for the right moment. I thank my lucky stars every day that I usually sit cross-legged in my desk chair or else those things may have found their way between my toes. What about "QCPalpy's" interchangeable heads? Thankfully my son stopped swapping the heads with Chancellor Palpatine at the helm and not Sidious's head. Though, I may have that backward... where was Palpatine's head?? No joke, it was between my night-stand & my side of the bed. I swear to Yoda, this toy is out to get me. For now, creepy head & hands are lost in the abyss that is the "second drawer" in my son's SW toy chest.

What about "Exploding Darth Vader Head? Oddly enough this huge mask & chest plate voice changer thing-a-ma-bob doesn't fit into any normal size or shape boxes! I had the worst time trying to pack this thing, I had half a mind to give it away. But I know I would never be forgiven by any of you for such a heinous crime and my son would be lost w/o this helmet. No matter how much I bent or twisted or shimmied this thing around, it literally was like putting a round peg into a square hole. I did manage to get it into a box of toys, but I have a bad feeling that when this box arrives at our new place next month, it will have had over 6 weeks to form to it's new shape and Darth Vader will no longer have the smooth round head we all know & love him for.

The Exploding TIE Interceptor has definitely seen better days. About a week before I moved, my husband decided we needed to krazy glue all the LEGO vehicles together. Not a problem, as long as we can find the instructions. Me? Well, I have an intimate knowledge of how the TIE Interceptor is constructed, so I was in charge of gluing that one together. I think at this point I can just end this story - we all know what happens with krazy glue: we either glue ourselves to the thing we're fixing or better yet we glue all 10 of our fingers to each other. Let's just say there was a point where I thought my music career was over: how can one play oboe w/LEGO pieces attached to each finger?

I believe we have no arrived at the toy that began this whole saga: Exploding General Grevious, affectionally known heretofore as EGG. Somehow we managed to find all the pieces to the EGG that had originally fallen to pieces. My husband & I were disappointed that none remained back at our old house to torture the new (and obnoxious) owners. My dreams of them stepping on little pieces of broken toys were shattered - alas they will not feel pain & curse my name. Damn you EGG!! Why couldn't you have just stayed LOST!!

My son eventually got into the "new" EGG that my mother had given him for Christmas. Unfortunate for me because I had dreams of purchasing an exploding flying pony with the money I'd make from selling the mint EGG. Again, this broken apart action figure some how found his way under my computer desk. I'm starting to wonder if they are all gravitating toward me in the hopes of making it on to my blog? Unless they start wooing me with chocolate & flowers they are wasting their time under that desk.

The second EGG did also get scooped up into the "2nd drawer" probably to be found again soon. In this drawer (I'm sure everyone had something similar w/their own SW action figures or at least their kids do now) are all the action figures he owns along with free-floating guns, capes, robes, extra arms, lightsabers, hands, you name it. My son will come running into find me holding a gunless action figure and beg me to find the right blaster. Um.... not gonna happen. I consider myself pretty well versed in the SW action figures that reside in my house, but matching blasters to guys is beyond my capacity. So he'll run off and come back a few minuets later with (believe it or not) usually the right gun. How do I know this? Well, it's just called dramatic effect. Hope you liked my attempt at it.

Of the more macabre things I've found in the fabled "2nd Drawer" are:
half a Shak-Ti
Luke's head w/upswept hair and maniacal look on his face (part of some sort of handstand Luke from ESB)
Watto's wings
heads of pit droids
Anakin's "ghost hand" from the elbow down
Gasgano's arms
random hands still holding their lightsabers

I will be back to write more about the toys of our house soon enough! We have started collecting Transformers, you know, more than meets the eye? Yeah... those are blog-worthy.