Well, while it is not *exactly* March or May 2017, I feel like I got pretty close in my assessment. However, I also thought that since I only blog ~every 4-6 months in 5-post batches I might start out with a favorite– Aliens and Predators.
You might be thinking that I chose these two because of the semi-recent Alien Covenant film, but that would be incorrect. I did not see it. I only know from my husband that it was at least two orders of magnitude better than Prometheus.
Instead, I thought I might start off with an Alien and Predator impromptu display (i.e. these were made “ready to go” and had not yet been places in the “Library of Babel of Action Figures”) partly because I knew that I had not yet written about them. I think. I hope.
However, embarrassingly enough while taking photos I did re-photograph this guy, who is still totally terrifying and inappropriate:
You may remember him from “this totally inappropriate skull guy.” I apparently did not.
Anyway, I can be reasonably sure now that while I have covered Grey Hulk and some other guy wondering: why are we such good dancers? I have not yet photographed a predator and alien exercising. So, here it is:
I am going to call this alien “blue alien” because he is blue and while I think he was acquired some time in late January, I do actually believe that could be the name that Justin mentioned. Also, he is blue.
Some people may fixate on the fact that this blue alien appears in a position of supplication, which I do not think is necessarily fictionally accurate. Others may derive joy from the detail of the sculpts:
However, I do not notice either of those things. All I see is burpees. All I see if this particular predator wondering at the alien’s lack of form.
However, maybe this is just my way of projecting. As I work on research this summer it is hard not to see the glaring, homicidal face of a predator looking down at all I do. Perhaps I have completely misunderstood this “ready to go” process. Maybe this was all about dancing all along, and while the alien is getting ready to bust into a floor move, all the predator can say is “hey, why are you such a good dancer?” Perhaps.