10 Items Packed For Camp Pinewood

The Pop Culture League (formerly the League of Extraordinary Bloggers) is back and I'm finally getting around the chiming in on a topic. This week's League topic is "Listicular Fortitude: Top Ten..."


A top ten, huh?

Records? Baseball players? TV theme songs?

Nah. How about this.

THE TOP 10 ITEMS PACKED FOR SUMMER CAMP BY THE UNIDENTIFIED CAMPER IN THE OPENING OF THE 1985 MICHAEL J. FOX TV MOVIE 'POISON IVY'


The movie opens as some random kids packs his bags for Camp Pinewood while his mom bellows orders from elsewhere in the house.

Here goes.

10. Walkman. You remember these pieces of yellow plastic that played low-quality music into your ears.


9. Water gun. This was clearly no Super Soaker.


8. TV. It didn't fit in the bag. Too bad.


7. Comics. Not Tom Sawyer.


6. A dog. Because the family pet wouldn't be missed at all.


5. Nutso. Not Great Expectations.


4. Candy. Not Vitamin C.


3. Candy. Not stationary.


2. Tapes. Cyndi Lauper. Billy Idol. Prince. Thompson Twins. Go-Gos.


1. Chix. Not Treasure Island.


You're welcome, Internet.

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Check out other Top Tens from around the League by visiting the comments section of this week's post at Cool and Collected.

FASTE Notes

After a summer full of daily posts here on FASTE, a short hiatus was a no-brainer. But here we go again.

Refreshed and ready to continue archiving the insignificant.

Sparing you the details of work stress and my kids' rec league soccer seasons, here's a quick rundown of the past few weeks.

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There is a beautiful human being somewhere on this planet of ours who has been uploading all of the Kid N Play cartoon episodes to YouTube.


At a time when we're facing daily violence in the news and we're a handful of weeks away from choosing between two semi-polished turds to lead our country, this reminds me that it's still a beautiful world.

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At the end of the summer, I read Ruthless -- a book by Jerry Heller who was best known as the manager of N.W.A. and co-founder or Ruthless Records.


A few weeks after I finished the book, Jerry Heller died.

If you've ever written a book, I suggest you do everything in your power to prevent me from reading it.

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Back in the spring of 2013, I contributed to a Kickstarter campaign backing a film documenting Graffiti Rock -- a one-episode hip-hop dance show from 1984.


Over three years later, there have been no updates from producer (and original Graffiti Rock host) Michael Holman and (obviously) a final product has yet to be produced.

Recently, a message was finally posted by Mr. Holman stating that shipping would begin within two weeks.

That was three weeks ago.

Hope you're enjoying my 25 bucks, Mr. Holman.

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NIL8, a long-time Illinois-based punk band and one of my all-time favorites, has a few dates scheduled for October, as usual. Hobgoblinspookadelic, you know.


The buzzing rumor mill is suggesting that Eric and Lance (former guitarist and drummer from back in the day when I first listened to NIL8 in college) will be on stage for these dates.

I wonder if I could grow my mid-90s hair back between now and late October.


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The Cubs are good, everybody. Really good. And I'm not quite sure how to handle this.


And just to be clear, I proclaimed my fandom prior to the season so despite the opinions of some self-righteous sports fans, I'm okay to cheer for the Cubs in the playoffs this fall.

Seriously though, I've been a Cubs fan since I was a kid. Have I ever talked about that here?

I like to think I've been a little anti-establishment since a young age. In 1982, the St. Louis Cardinals won the World Series. Kool & the Gang's Celebration played ad nauseam. With St. Louis being the closest baseball city to my hometown, everyone was Cardinals-crazy.

Everyone but me. I wanted to be different.

I didn't just want to be different, I wanted to be the opposite of everyone around me.

So in the fall of 1982 -- at the age of six -- I became a fan of the Chicago Cubs.

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When I was in college, a friend of mine put together a homespun soundtrack to Ferris Bueller's Day Off (thanks, Napster). You see, as surprising is it may seem, there has never been an officially released FBDO soundtrack ... until now.

La-La Land Records did it. Finally. A real, honest to God, Ferris Bueller soundtrack.


Despite what I may have already owned compliments of my friend's bootleg, the official version is clean, crisp, and complete with the film score and some fantastically detailed liner notes.

Now I just need to figure out a way to play Track 31 -- Celebrated Minuet -- every time I step into my bathroom.


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Hey, gang. The League is back!

You may recall the many posts here on FASTE that were based on topics from an open group known as the League of Extraordinary Bloggers. Well, Brian over at Cool and Collected has resurrected the League (under a slightly different name) and I couldn't be more excited! I haven't had a chance to chime in on any of the topics yet, but I've loved reading the posts of those who have.


If you're interested in general pop culture nerdery, I highly recommend checking out the League posts. Your best bet is to start out with the topic posts at Cool and Collected or keep an eye on Twitter.

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I may have taken a break from this site over the past few weeks, but I've certainly kept up with my need to dig up random junk from thrift stores and online outlets. I could bore you with the titles of the random items I've picked up for a quarter here and fifty cents there, but let's just take a quick look at the highlights.

The Baseball Bunch was one of my childhood favorites -- a show hosted by Hall-of-Famer Johnny Bench which included many of my childhood heroes like Pete Rose, Ozzie Smith, and Gary Carter. I finally pulled the trigger on a bargain-priced copy of the Baseball Bunch Fun Book but a few weeks later the rain turned to a downpour. A few years ago, I had copies of the three Kool-Aid-sponsored Baseball Bunch VHS tapes. For whatever reason, I recorded them to a digital format and sold them off for profit -- something I've kind of regretted ever since.

Typically priced at 15-20 bucks per tape, the stars aligned recently and I was able to pick up all three tapes (in separate purchases) within one week for a total less than I'd pay for just one of the three titles.


Along similar lines, back in college I sold off some of my childhood stuff thinking that I needed money for beer, pizza, and concert tickets more than I wanted to hang on to my memories. Again, actions I've regretted. One such example of items I sold was my collection of Marvel Secret Wars figures and accessories...

...including the Tower of Doom...

...which I recently reacquired. (Rock, Hulk, and Velma not included)


Remember Fun House? It was a Saturday morning game show for kids that was a pretty elaborate rip-off of Double Dare.


After being a part of a conversation about Fun House on The Nerd Lunch Podcast quite some time ago, the topic came up again on Twitter recently which led to a mention of the NES version of the game.

A Buy-It-Now and one week later...well...you know.


I have no self-control.

Speaking of which, I bought this LP recently, too.


Truth told, I bought this for two reasons: 1.) I watched Slim Goodbody shows as a kid and have one of his other LPs. It was for a good price, so why not? 2.) My buddy Elvis looked like Slim Goodbody when he was younger and I think that's amazing.


And last but not least. The big one.

Having spent the past several years researching and documenting the life and career of Fred Rogers through NeighborhoodArchive.com, there are a few pieces of Mister Rogers memorabilia that have come to be my "Neighborhood holy grails." Once such item has been the mid-80s Mister Rogers' Neighborhood record player. I've seen it twice -- one owned by David Newell (aka Mr. McFeely) which was shown on the Speedy Delivery documentary and the other in possession of the Fred Rogers Company.

I had resigned myself to the fact that I'd never come up with one of these for my own collection. But then there it was.

Sparing you the details, another holy grail in now in hand.