Trapper Keeper: Mead's Answer to the Swiss Army Knife

Admit it: There was always a tiny spec of excitement you used to feel when heading out that day to buy your fresh, new school supplies every September. Sure, the feelings of dread, impending humiliation, exclusion and forced conformity took center stage when labor day rolled around, but a quick trip to Woolworth's or K-Mart would ease that pain for a moment. Of course, most of what you'd buy would become instantly obsolote: Multi-colored ball point pens, laminated college-themed book covers and that uber-geek pencil holder you'd never use. Amidst all those pencil-top erasers, translucent rulers and paint pens, the one central anchor of every school supply shopping list was the notebook and/or binder.

Enter the Mead Trapper Keeper. In the early 80's, the Trapper Keeper was the Rolls Royce of binders. Forget that spiral bound crap, or that cro-magnon denim-coated notebook, the Trapper was state of the art: A large, vinyl/plastic holder that folded open to reveal several pockets, a clipboard/penholder, several colorful folders (named "portfolios"), and a revolutionary "slider" style plastic 3-hole binding system to hold everythhing together. And what's more, when you needed to head to your next class, the whole unit folded over and sealed up securely via the adhesive choice of the decade: Velcro.

Talk about versatility and convenience! When this thing exploded on the scene back in the 80's, it was truly something to behold. Think of how you could use the pockets! Not to mention how each folder could be color coded to each subject! And what about that clipboard thing? You could put your note paper there, or keep it in that ultra-cool sliding binder system. Plus, you'd never lose your pens, since it would stay securely at the top of the clipboard!

And what about personalization? The Trapper Keeper used to come in a variety of styles and colors. In some cases, you could even get "themes" like sports or landscapes. And if you didn't like the pre-designed ideas, you could always simply use a pen-knife to open the pastic coverings to slide in your own photos and/or art to give your new notebook that personal touch! Honestly, the Trapper Keeper was by far the most exciting development in school supplies since white-out.

But all that excitement would soon turn to sadness. By the winter, each of the selling points of the Trapper Keeper would become liabilities: The pockets would become overstuffed and virtually unsuable. That nifty clipboard would lose its tension, and most of your notes would be housed in the binder area. The penholder would stop holding pens, and you'd be forced to use the pockets to hold pens (causing further damage). And that revolutionary "slider" binder? It would fall apart and become more of an annoyance than a godsend. To make matters worse, that velcro closure would be reduced to a patch of fuzz, making the whole system capable of "trapping" absolutely nothing.

By Christmas, the Trapper Keeper was all but useless. In the hands of any normal student, all of its bells and whistles were quickly muted, and its shortcomings become painfully evident: Not secure, easily broken, too small, and just plain stupid, Mead's answer to the Swiss Army knife seemed more like a toenail clipper. True, there were many Trapper Keeper faithfuls who would simply buy another, fresher unit to replace their fallen sidekick, but the more intelligent students realized quickly that this "new toy" was a big mistake. To quote The Who: "We Won't Get Fooled Again"--next year, the Trapper keeper would be avoided.

Mead kept making the Trapper Keeper for several years, improving it and attempting to rectify many of the issues that made it rather unusable. In the 90's, the Trapper Keeper became a luxury SUV in a time when students would have rather had a Honda Civic, and by the latter portion of that decade, the Trapper Keeper of old had dissappeared from store shelves. True, education was becoming more and more paperless, but the design of the Trapper Keeper alone kept it from overtaking the old standby notebooks year after year.

In the end, Mead's velcro-equipped beast became nothing more than a memory. A memory of a time when pencil holders, flourescent rulers and colorful sharpeners took the edge off of the single worst time of the year for any child: back to school. And for that, I guess we owe the Trapper Keeper a little bit of a thank you.

· The Trapper Keeper has an entry in the WikiPedia
· You can visit the Mead website by clicking here

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Tomy's Handheld Pac Man: A Forgotten Gem

The 1980's spawned dozens of versions of the iconic arcade classic Pac Man: From mini-arcade tabetop, to home video game system, to electronic game watch. Some versions were way more popular than others, but each had it's own distinict charm. For example: While Coleco made the definitive tabletop/electronic iteration, there were quite a few handheld competitors that were pretty fun too. And, if you were one of the kids who had the "friend" who had the Coleco, you most certainly got attached to another version, usually out of jealousy.

In 1981, Tomy released a version of the classic maze game called "TomyTronic Pac Man." This version was distinctive for several reasons: First of all, it had a striking, bright yellow circular casing that screamed Pac Man. The game screen itself was rather small compared to the size of the unit, but it was fairly bright and colorful. Lastly--and oddly--Pac Man could only actually EAT the dots (or "bait" as the manual called them) when he was moving from right to left in the maze. However, once you got past this little problem, it became second nature, and the game became as addictive as any version ever made.

I personally remember this game because one of my cousins had it, and every time I visited my aunt's house, I was invariably glued to this little device for at least an hour or so out of every visit. True, I had my own share of handheld electronic games at home, but, as the saying goes--the 'grass is always greener,' and 'absence makes the heart grow fonder.' Honestly, we all fell into that way of thinking when we were kids playing with other people's toys--NUMEROUS TIMES--even if you ended up eventually getting the toy they had. Strange how that works, right?

As the decade went on, games got a little smaller and more refined. In addition, 'second-tier' games like these usually fell by the wayside in favor of other, bigger-name versions. But, as Pac Man games go, Tomy had a little gem on their hands with this one, and I have a feeling I'm not the only one who has fond memories of it.

· You can find out more about this game at The Handheld Museum (which happens to be a fantastic site). They even have the instruction manual!

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Sly Fox Goes All the Way--Into Oblivion

One of the great things about the 80's (and any other decade, for that matter), is the proliferation of "one-hit wonders" that became some of pop music's most memorable songs. Some of these tunes many know by heart: they can name the song/artist at the drop of a hat (Toni Basil's "Mickey"). Others, however, are songs that ignite an internal memory conflict in your brain rivalling "Total Recall": The all-too-familiar battle in which one part of you says, "dammit I kow this song--I used to love it!" and the other says "who the hell is this?" Of course, if you loved it so much, common sense would dictate you should know the artist--but such is not the case with one-hit wonders... and this is their devlish charm.

In 1985-1986, former member of the iconic funk group Parliament--Gary 'Muddbone' Cooper--teamed up with a vocalist by the name of Michael Camacho to form a "band" named "Sly Fox." Cooper magically combined elements of funk, soul, alt-rock and hip-hop, added a dash of obligatory 80's synth, and the result was the song "Let's Go All The Way." The combination of all these styles was a success, as the song became a huge dance track hit--but it didn't stop there: The song charted with almost every demographic you could imagine: pop, r&b, new-wave, rock, etc. It fit as easily into a playlist of the Smiths and the Cure as it did amongst Prince and Rick Springfield. Needless to say, this was a pretty tall order, even in the 80s.

"Let's Go All The Way" reached #7 on Billboard's hot 100 in 1985. This seemed to bode well for this newly formed group, but, as is the case with the fickle 80s, the future for Sly Fox was not bright. Their debut LP was not received as well as the single, partly because the rest of the album was low-end synth filler (aka "crap") less exciting than a Casio's "demo" button. And while MTV played the video for "Let's Go All The Way" quite often (probably too often), there's only so much milage you can get out of one hit--even in 1986. In no time, Sly Fox had vanished from the musical landscape.

Today, you can only hear the rather pulsating, funky and annoying strains of "Let's Go All The Way" at 80's clubs, or as part of your average retro TV program. Cooper went on to work on several more projects (including Adina Howard's 1995 hit "Freak Like Me"), and Mr. Camacho apparently continued on as a vocalist--although never working on a major pop/rock project again. Their song, however, has been re-mixed and remade several times since then. Funny: 80's music often ends up as a punchline nowadays... but it's oddly good enough to earn money for some band willing to remake it. Go figure!

· Sly Fox has an entry in the WikiPedia.
· You can find out more about Parliament here
· You can check out Michael Camacho's profile here.
· "Let's Go All The Way" appears on this compilation at Amazon.com

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Duran Duran Makes Bond History... In a Film We'd Like to Forget

I like to consider myself a bit of a James Bond afficiando. And while I don't own Odd Job's hat, a replica Walther PPK, or a shoe with a 3 inch swithcbalde in it (although that would be pretty cool)--I'm a huge fan of the franchise. However, unlike the usual "fanboy" type, I can realistcally admit when something sucks--even when it's something one of my favorite character appears in.

In 1985, EON and UA released what is possibly the worst Bond film ever made: "A View to a Kill." (I say possibly because "Moonraker" is usually considered the worst). Whether it's the obviously miscast geriatric Roger Moore (Filmed constantly with softening filters, and as stiff as a stick of stale gum), the stilted script, the vacuous Tanya Roberts, or the scene in which Grace Jones sleeps with Bond (My eyes! No!)--this film had it all. In short, the only notable things about "A View to a Kill" are Christopher Walken's bizarre performance as the film's villain, and the fact that this is Roger Moore's last film as Bond. Oh... and one more thing: this film generated the best Bond song ever recorded--by none other than Duran Duran.

Throughout the Bond franchise, there have been numerous memorable theme songs: Shirley Bassey's "Goldfinger," Tom Jones' "Thunderball," "Nobody Does it Better" by Carly Simon, etc. But not one of these ever approached the popularity and success of Duran Duran's powerhouse single, "A View to a Kill." Written by the band and legendary composer John Barry, the song has a sizzling musical bed, a powerful beat, and a markedly good performance by the group. Punctuated by synth orchestral hits throughout, the song is, without a doubt, the most effectively exciting Bond song ever.

And the public agreed. The song skyrocketed up the Billboard charts in 1985, and became the only Bond song to reach number 1--a feat that has gone unmatched to this day. Of course, Duran Duran's popularity was partly to blame for this, but the fact is that this song transcended being merely a "Bond theme": people who didn't see the film loved it. People who hated James Bond loved it. People who never saw a Bond film loved it. In other words, it was just a kick-ass song, plain and simple.

Of course, the sad fact remains that this massive hit was associated with a massive clunker of a film. True, there were probably some ticket sales generated by the song, but it soon became apparent that the tune was exponentially more exciting than any of the lame scenes in the film that shared it's title.

In the end, it really didn't matter that much: The song kept Duran Duran on the charts, and "A View to a Kill" did respectably well at the box office. What's funny about this pairing is that it was a bit of a harbinger of doom on many fronts: Duran Duran's singles after 1986 were mostly forgettable. The next two Bond films, while good, didn't capture the popularity of the Moore films; and the next few Bond theme songs evaporated quickly from any charts they made it on to.

Could it be the curse of "A View To A Kill?" Who knows. Thankfully, the franchise's heart began to beat again in the 90's. But, the songs have never approached the level of Duran Duran's masterpiece. Who would have thought that nearly 21 years later, a Bond movie would be relegated to a footnote in a theme song's liner notes, instead of the other way around?

· You can find out more about "A View to a Kill" visit the IMDB.
· If you have iTunes, you can hear this song here.

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What Exactly is a Neutron Dance?

If you owned a radio in 1984, there were certain musical acts that you couldn't go 5 minutes without hearing. You know what we're talking about: Those long-lasting, uber-popular groups that released track after track of radio freindly goodness that seemed to remain in heavy rotation for half the decade. Think Duran Duran, Prince, Madonna, Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston. One act that fell squarely into this esteemed group of 80's icons was the Ponter Sisters--and one song that kept them there was the oddly-titled "Neutron Dance."

You remember it: the thumping 80's synth lead-in, the infectious early-80's dance beat and the title that didn't make a lick of sense. In 1983, the talented sisters Pointer released a massive hit album by the name of "Break Out." In the years leading up to it's release, they were already heavy hitters, scoring six convincing top ten hits on both the pop and R&B charts--a feat many acts would have been happy to settle with. However, "Break Out" lived up to its name and propelled the sisters into the stratosphere of Pop, R&B, Dance and--surprisingly--New Wave stardom.

"Break Out" showed just how savvy the Pointer Sisters were: it embraced the synthesizer craze of the times, while still maintaining a legitimate soulful groove in each song. This made the album major crossover material, and that foresight paid off. The album stayed on the Billboard charts for over a year, and it spawned 4 top ten singles, including "I'm so Excited," "Automatic," "Jump (For My Love)." and last, but not least, "Neutron Dance."

Well, almost. Truth be told, "Neutron Dance" didn't reach said heights based on it's appearance on "Break Out." Instead, the song was rocketed into radio history when it was included on the multi-platinum soundtrack for the classic 80s film, "Beverly Hills Cop" at the end of 1984. Coupled with such pop magnates as Shalamar and Patti Labelle, the Pointer Sisters' "Neutron Dance" helped make "Beverly Hills Cop" one of the few soundtrack albums at the time to reach number 1 on the pop charts. On it's own, "Dance" reached number 6 on the pop charts.

Of course, no one really knew what the hell "Neutron Dance" meant. A nuetron is an electrically neutral sub-atomic particle which, when coupled with protons, makes up the entire mass of an atomic nuclei. So, what are we talking here? Are we to assume the song is about a happenin' dance devoted to neutrality? An homage to the forgotten sub atomic particle? A companion peice to a song about Protons? Our guess is none of the above--and honestly, no one really cared. Between 1984 and 1985, not one soul jumping to the rockin' beat of "Neutron Dance" wondered what the significance of the title was, and they never wanted to find out. To be honest, that's actually part of the charm of the song: it's odd scientific reference lent itself to images of neon glows, kitchsy technology, and loose aural associations to "nuclear": all things that were indicative of the 1980s. Maybe the Pointer SIsters were smarter than we thought!

Nowadays, this classic pop gem is relegated to flashback TV programs, food commercials and club remixes. Sure, it may be a little bit of a punchline in 2006, but way back in 1985, it was anything but. Whether you want to admit it or not, when this song came on, you were more than likely dancing and/or singing along with it. Of course, this was before the days when you were obligated to listen to "important" music that "meant something." What neanderthals we were in the 80s, right? Whatever.

· Find out more about the Pointer Sisters at Their official site.
· If you want to check out the "Beverly Hills Cop" soundtrack, go to Amazon.com
· If you have iTunes, Click here

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And What of Chess King?

It's been said that the 80's were the decade of excess, and that was never more true in than in the explosion of specialty clothing stores on the retail landscape at the time. And while some of those stores survived until today, many fell to the fickle, stinging blade of the retail industry due to poor management and an overall lack of understanding fashion trends. One shining example of this fate was Chess King.

For the uninitiated, Chess King was NOT a store for chess players or chess afficianados. Nor was it a store specializing in clothing WORN by chess players. In fact, one could say that anyone shopping at Chess King probably lacked the intelligence to play a game of Chess, but that's neither here nor there. The store was a specialty clothing outlet that sold men's and women's lines of "faux-upscale" 80's designer wear. More specifically, the cheesiest, sleaziest, ugliest and most eye-searing 80's clothes you could possibly find. Velcro closures? Check. Mesh designs? Check. Excessive use of leather? Check. Odd-colored thick v-neck sweater vests? Check. Just think of any tacky 80's trend, and then spin it as "upscale." That's Chess King.

At the start of the decade, Chess King was a part of the Melville corporation, a conglomerate that also owned such retail properties as CVS and Thom McAn. Throughout the early 80s, the store was responsible for outfitting sleazoid bar-hopping womanizers, wanna-be coke dealers, and various guys who pretended to be record executives. By the mid 80s, any "culture" the chain once had began to dissappear, and the only people bold enough to step foot into Chess King were men who enjoyed excessive hair gel, wore several gold chains, drove Monte Carlos and fancied themselves as don juans/mob enforcers. With such a fantastic clientele, whatever happened to the King?

The 1990's happened, that's what. When they saw that the only people shopping at Chess King were walking punchlines, Melville, Inc. finally got a clue and decided to take action. In 1993, they sold the failing brand to then retail magnate Merry Go Round Enterprises (MGRE). At the time, MGRE held the bands Merry-go-Round, Cignal, Dejaiz and Attivo (among others), and apparently felt that the slowly dying Chess King would be a great addition to their star-studded cadre of clothing failures.

Anyone see where this is going? By the end of 1993, Chess King (as well as many Merry-Go-Round stores) was losing money hand over fist--It had already began to vanish from many major U.S. city mall landscapes. To make matters worse, the 90's had crushed the once happy world of specialty clothing stores. It was survival of the fittest: if you weren't the Gap or Express, hit the road. MGRE couldn't stem the tide, so they did the inevitable: They filed for chapter 11 in January of 1994.

Within one year of doing so, it became clear that eliminating brands would be the key to surviving. First victim? Chess King. In November of 1995, MGRE closed all of its Chess King stores, and announced rather optimistic plans for emerging from bankruptcy with profitibility. We'll stress that word, "optimistic," because quite the opposite happened.

In 1996, after several hundred changes in company leadership, Merry-Go-Round Enterprises decided to call it quits. They liquidated all their assets, and laid off all of their employees, thereby effectively killing any chance of ressurecting any of their retail brands. No more Cignals. No more Merry-Go-Round. No more Dejaiz. And definitely no more Chess King.

Sad? Maybe. But don't shed a tear for Chess King. Any store who took pride in outfitting men in diamond-patterned cardigans and acid-wash pleated balloon slacks deserved nothing less than a painful demise. We can only hope that this is one king that does NOT return.

Want to find out more about Chess King/Merry Go Round?
· Read about Chess King's acquisition by MGRE here at Highbeam research
· Read about Chess King's elimination also here at Highbeam research
· Read about MGRE's liquidation here

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The Highwayman! Oy!

Ah, the good 'ol days. The days when you could build an entire network show around a vehicle. Airwolf... Knight Rider... even the Dukes of Hazzard. If a writer came into a network office today pitching a show like that, he'd get laughed out of the room faster than you could say "General Lee."

But in the 80s, vehicle shows were all the rage. No "you've been voted off the island" here; instead, it was all about horsepower, lasers and talking cars. And amidst all of the big movers and shakers of the genre, there existed a short-lived thunderball of fresh cheese called "The Highwayman."

OK, so get this: Fast forward to post-apocalyptic America. Society is in a shambles, and getting back on it's feet. Oh, and apparently, everyone seems to live in the midwest near Phoenix. Anyway, the federal government has appointed a team of federal marshalls to "right wrongs where ordinary laws do not reach," and to transport secret stuff around. That being said, this team drives around in a huge 18-wheeler loaded with a bazillion rocket launchers, guns, and a secret, detachable helicopter. Whoo hoo!

The team itself was made up of such stellar actors as Sam J. Jones (aka "Flash Gordon"), Jane Badler ("Diana" from the awesome "V" series), Tim Russ ("Tuvok" from the train wreck called "Star Trek Voyager")... and last but not least, the "big" draw of the show: JACKO.

Mark "Jacko" Jackson was a former Aussie football player who ignited the screen in the late 80's as the extremely painful spokesman for Energizer batteries: Each commercial ending with his charming "OY!" Apparently, a network executive felt that this was just enough dramatic training to qualify him to sit shotgun in televised, bizarro "Mad Max."

Well, the public didn't think so. The show lasted a mere 10 episodes, and was never heard from again. Some conjecture that the show WAS good, but the writer's strike at the time halted production, and then made it next to impossible to ressurrect the show later. However, common sense tells us that a show about a couple of dumbasses and a battery spokesman riding around in Mack truck armed with warheads wouldn't have survived in the soon-to-come "Nirvana" era. In short, the death of this show was quick and merciful.

And what of Jacko? That's a mystery for another day. But we can only hope he hasn't been spit out the bottom of the Austrailan porn industry. Oy!

· Still hungry for more Highwaymen? Check the IMDB
· You can also find more at Sci Fi 2k or Whom.uk
· You can also check out an old Jacko Energizer commercial here

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Bertie Higgins Sails Away to Key Largo

If you've ever been in a dentist's waiting room, you've undoubtedly heard the soft-rock strains of the infectious hit "Key Largo." You know the one: "We had it all/Just Like Bogie and Bacall." As you sit there reading this, you KNOW you're humming it. It's OK... we won't tell.

What you may or may not know is that artist responsible for this great slice of 80's pop is not who you might expect. Most people think it's the ever-popular Kenny Rogers or some other bearded wonder. But NO! Mr. Rogers would never lower himself to writing a sappy, melodramatic ball of cheese later heard in elevators... ok maybe he would, but that's not the point. The point is, that "Key Largo" is the work of none other than one Bertie Higgins.

Bertie who? True--there may have been a time when this guy wanted to legally change his last name to "who," but the name is Bertie Higgins. Truth be told, Mr. Higgins had a fairly forgettable career in the 70's as a member of the band "the Roemans"--a fantastic play on words, considering the lead was some guy named Roe. After the band broke up (we're guessing that it wasn't because they were TOO successful), Mr. Higgins moved back home to Florida, where he churned out a few albums that no one ever saw or heard of. However, all that changed in 1982.

Don't call it a comeback! In '82, Higgins released a dripping-with-cheese soft rock album called "Another Day in Paradise." A cross between Jimmy Buffett, post-1980 Doobie Brothers and 1,000 packets of sweet-n-low, the album was anchored by a song about living in a 1940's movie. That song was "Key Largo."

Ah, Key Largo. "We had it all," the song says. And for a brief moment in time (and many Musak tapes throughout time), Bertie Higgins had it all. The song hit 8 on the pop single chart, and a dazzling number 1 on the adult contempo charts. It's lyrics were indicative of a strange obsession Higgins had with 1940's films. (Another song on the album is called "Casablanca."). Unfortunately, the pop landscape of the early 80's was not really the best place for references for 40-year-old films.

The fickle 80's didn't keep Higgins around for too long. By the time he released his second single form the album, Bertie was fading from the public consciousness faster than Michael Dukakis. By the late 80's, Bertie's claim to fame was simply being a strange visual amalgam of Michael McDonald and Dan Fouts.

In 1994, Higgins released a feeble attempt at a best-of CD, but it was much too late. (Plus, CD's are usually more than one track, unless you're King Crimson). C'est La Vie, Bertie. The 80's giveth and then they take it away. But for a brief moment in time, Bertie Higgins "had it all." Here's hoping he had as much groupie sex as humanly possibly while it lasted.

· To find out more about Bertie Higgins, you can visit his homepage
· If you want to get your hand on "Another Day in Paradise," check out Amazon.com
· If you have iTunes, you can hear more here

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Transformers: Perceptor

Anyone who wasn't living under a rock in the 80's knows about the TransFormers. In fact, by 1986, they transcended cartoons, comics and toys to become a worldwide phenomenon. Exaggeration? Consider this: Of all the toy-based cartoons from the 80s, how many not only survived for 20 years, but thrived--spawning at least 3 new series and an upcoming feature film? Not too many (That means YOU, Smurfs). We'll leave the main discussion/breakdown of the beloved TransFormers series for a later date. For now, let's meet one of the more obscure members: PERCEPTOR.

For those of you who need a refresher course, the TransFormers were a race of robots living on the rather bleak planet Cybertron. The race was made up of two opposing forces: The Autobots (read: good guys) and the Decepticons (bad guys). Long story short, the two groups were running low on the resource that keeps them alive: Energon. Luckily for them, another source was found--on Earth. So, the Autobots and Decepticons traverse the galaxy, crash land on Earth, and duke it out for piece of Energon they can find. The rest is history.

So who's this Perceptor and why was this toy cool? OK, well, every TransFormer toy was cool, so that should be enough for you. Ah, but here's the difference with this guy: He was actually functional. Sure, all the other TransFormers could turn into guns, planes and cars--but what kid wants that? Some smart dudes in Japan and at Hasbro decided to make sure at least ONE of the toys was educational (apparently working with motor and hand-eye skills wasn't enough), and Perceptor was born.

So who is he? An Autobot scientist with a specialization in metallugry and a penchant for over-analyzing everything. When not lumbering around and kicking ass as a robot, Perceptor spent his time as a really huge microscope (how's that for an oxymoron?). As you might expect, his toy version actually changed into a "working" microsocope as well, allowing children to enjoy the rich world of dead bugs and dustballs on a daily basis.

But before we get too excited, Mr. Perceptor's lenses weren't exactly up to "electron microscope" standards. Truth be told, you could probably get a better image by smashing your mom's good dinnerware and holding it about 2 inches from your subject. But, hey--let's give those manufacturers an "A" for effort! Sure, you ended up with a fairly useless scientific tool, but, rest assured, that blurry scope doubled as a damn big laser cannon when Perceptor rocked out in his 'bot form.

As you might expect, your average toy store didn't sell quite as many Perceptors as they did Optimus Primes, Megatrons or Starscreams. In fact, we're fairly certain Perceptor might have been outsold by 20 year old hula hoops. But our obscure Autobot friend can hold his head high and know that, while he may be quite lame, he is by no means forgotten. Here's to you, Perceptor--you were definitely 'more than meets the eye."

For more information on the TransFormers, visit the TransFormers Online Encyclopedia
If you want to buy Perceptor, Toy East sells an updated version.

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Make Yourself Comfortable!

So--you must be asking yourself, "what the heck is this all about?"

Well, it's simple. I'm a huge fan of the 80's. It was the central decade of my youth (along with the early 90s)... The decade which contained many of my formative years: those years when most of us choose our favorite friends, favorite bands, favorite movies and various regrettable clothing selections.

But the 80s were great for other, more "intangible" reasons... It was a time of relative informational innocence: No internet, no websites, no 'everyone-knows-everything-about you,' no reality TV, no DNA technology, no (usable) cell phones, no PDAs, no satellite TV, and only ONE all-news network. It was the decade that psychologically bridged the gap between the laid-back, free-love 70's to the information-overload/angst-ridden 90's. Post disco and pre-grunge, if you will.

Yes, the 80s were rife with negative monikers: the decade of overspending and excess, the 80s saw its share of turmoil and newsworthy peaks and valleys. But before we get caught up in that, remember this: this site is meant to offer up warm and tasty servings of pop-culture goodness, NOT news stories to make you cringe and/or fill with bile.

This is NOT a site where you'll find a long diatribe about Reaganomics or an essay on foreign policy. If you're looking for that, there are plenty of other sources on the web willing to dish it out. What you WILL find is the occasional rambling about fat shoelaces, postings about RUN-DMC, and recollections of the SMURFS. The site is meant to be a springboard for reminiscing; a starting point for a possible journey all over the net, as you wile away normally productive hours searching for more information on things like Debbie Gibson and the A-Team.

Yours truly will do his best to update this site as often as possible--but the benefit of having a blog about the 1980s is that no entries are really "time sensetive." I mean, you can enjoy hearing about a particular episode of "Bosom Buddies" on any day, right? Translation: don't expect 10 posts a day, every day. Some of us DO have day jobs.

Now that we've gotten the formalities out of the way, it's time to get this show on the road. Here's hoping you'll enjoy reading about the 80s as much as us lucky people have had living through them!