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So in a certain forum a few weeks ago, we were discussing M.U.S.C.L.E. Men, as a tangent of a Homies discussion. At first I thought that I had had a few M.U.S.C.L.E. Men when I was a kid, but the more we discussed them, the more REALLY familiar they became, and I was pretty sure that I was a semi-ardent collector.

So when I was home for Christmas, I sez to my mom, "Mom," I sez, "Mom, do you remember M.U.S.C.L.E. Men?"

Mom: Yes.
me: Are mine still around somewhere?
Mom: Yes.
me: Where?
Mom: In the basement on the metal shelves, in a red shoebox.

Go Moms! How does she remember this shit? Off the top of her head, no hesitation. The woman is amazing. So I went and retrieved them, and took them out, and looked at them, and counted them. I had seventy-nine, almost no doubles; not bad, I think, for a girl.

A few hours later, sometime in the mid-afternoon, my brother woke up and stumbled out into the living room to find them all standing on the coffee table, a veritable molded-plastic army. "Hey, my M.U.S.C.L.E. Men!" he said happily. "Bullshit!" I countered. "They are my M.U.S.C.L.E. Men." He acquiesed that they were not ALL his M.U.S.C.L.E. Men, in fact most of them were mine; he was a little too young when they were out, methinks. So then he procedes to toss them back into the red shoebox (which by the way said "Toddler University" on the side (?)) one by one, saying, "This one was yours, this one was yours, THIS one was mine . . . " Ridiculous! I guess an absurdly long memory runs in the family.


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Dec. 31st, 2001 08:03 am (UTC)
monkey lover!
Dec. 31st, 2001 08:16 am (UTC)
I guess an absurdly long memory runs in the family.

or maybe Sean & your moms just haven't smoked as much pot as you.
Dec. 31st, 2001 08:32 am (UTC)
No, I have an absurdly long memory too. My short-term is busted for the time being, but I'm all abouts dates, and what I was wearing, and what people said, etc.
Dec. 31st, 2001 09:51 am (UTC)
I always divvied up the crappy ones to my brother. Like Egyptian Man.
- Patrick
Dec. 31st, 2001 12:03 pm (UTC)
smoking pot doesn't hurt your long term memory...i'm living proof...
Dec. 31st, 2001 03:07 pm (UTC)
Not bad- for a girl.

Unrelatedly, I don't have any kind of memory at all. I don't remember shit, and I don't even smoke weed.
Dec. 31st, 2001 03:38 pm (UTC)
Wow! I remember having the four-armed gladiator dude when I was a kid. If I remember correctly, he died imprisoned in a solitary confinement brick of Legos - one of my friends at the time was a mean pyro. Lit up the whole village of figures, keycars and legos with a can of lighter fluid, strategically placed M-80s and a healthy heapin' of matches.
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