Jim,
I had a bunch of them in the past but they sold. I think they went for only $10
each. In fact, didn't you buy one from me? I don't recall.
Chris
P.S. I'm still cringing over the thought of an angry spouse approaching the
classics bookcase with evil intent... No, not my sealed Leather Goddesses,
Pirates!, Circuit's Edge, or Hero's Quest! (Classics is a subjective term as many
of mine are not very popular games, or even expensive).
Jim Leonard wrote:
Well, actually I can think of some nightmares that come before this one,
in order:
1. Fire
2. Flooding
3. Theft or accidental loss
4. Discovering your originals are fakes or counterfeit
5. Auction/trade gone horribly, horribly wrong
..but I experienced #6 this weekend, and I thought I'd share it with
you.
I've been married for 7 years (I'm 30), but dated my wife for 4 years
before that, so I'd like to think that I know her really well. I do,
actually, which is why I could tell something was wrong this weekend.
It turns out that she was feeling neglected, and we started fighting.
The fight lasted, on and off, for about 3 hours, with me in the basement
with all my computers and stuff on the couch and her in the bedroom.
Now before I continue, I'd like to iterate that the fight was pretty
much *my fault* and *I was indeed a massive jerk* and *fully deserved
what I am about to describe to you*. My wife did NOT put me up to
writing that; rather, I wanted to state it because I don't want any of
you to feel differently about my wife: She is a very kind and loving
wife and mother, and I owe much of my success in life and our wonderful
children to her. I was solely responsible for the fight; I badgered
her, I was a jerk, and I deserved the consequences. Now, with that out
of the way, here's what happened:
She didn't want the fight to end with us hating each other seperated by
2 floors, so she came down and tried to work things out. I had been
stoked to a boil by that point and had no intention of working things
out, at least at that time of the night. She tried to get me to listen,
to work things out, to compromise -- but I didn't want anything to do
with it. So to get me to react, to do *anything*, she walked over to
one of my shelves, grabbed a box, and ripped it completely asunder.
So what did she grab? Not one of the 95%-of-my-collection
near-meaningless titles, but instead she had the incredible luck of
grabbing Countdown (Access, 1990), NOT the Slash release. It's no
Suspended mask or Starcross saucer, but I spent 6 months checking ebay
listings to find a non-Slash original of this, and paid a little bit
more what I thought it was worth because I wanted to a complete Access
adventure series (Martian Memorandum, Mean Streets, Countdown, and
Amazon). It had nostalgic worth, time-investment worth, and financial
worth to me.
Well, that pretty much ended the fight. I stopped being a complete jerk
and we made up. The moral of the story is: Your family is always more
important than your collection -- which should be common sense anyway
:-)
Anyone got a Countdown they'd be willing to sell or trade? ;-)
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