For Christmas when I was about 8, I begged for, and got, Wonder Woman underroos.
Tatoos, underroos, keyboards, Centauri wigs, Star Wars birthdays, jammies, and sleeping bags!!
Love 'em all! Way to represent me Geeks.
I love that.
Priceless!
Was there a market for these or what?
:::points to sig:::
For a short time, there were lots of costume options on the market for B5. Look around and you still might be able to find some.
I stand before the new pantheon of Geek Gods, and I am humbled.
Love the wig, thanks for posting!
I wore Superman underroos to school… With no pants… Just the underroos.
Dunno why my parents let me go out like that…
I must have been between 5 and 8. Didn’t know any better. d:
Wait, this is my one story!!? No!!! I have better ones… sniffs
Ah well, at least I guess I topped Apollymy.
resists the temptation to add IYKWIM to the last sentence
I think we have a winner.
I have watched the Star Wars Holiday Special once a year since 2001, when Blueharvest.net made it available for download.
It’s geek cred, not masochist cred.
Bea Arthur’s singing always puts me in the Holiday spirit hurk… (sorry I just threw up in my mouth)
Bea Arthur? Better HER singing than Carrie Fisher’s! (Although the drug haze in her eyes is pretty priceless.)
Now, how come there was never a Star Wars PREQUELS holiday special?
Oooh! With the computers we have nowdays?
Make it so.
Cleaning out some of my old stuff and rediscovered this:
Oh yeah!! 
I co-founded the University of London Star Trek society and canvassed for new members at the freshers fair whilst wearing vulcan ears.
The other guy dressed as a Klingon, I got off easy!
Upon reflection I have remembered some gems from my youth:
In 1980 (I believe) the owner of a comic book store asked some of my friends and I to help him with a big promotion. He rented some professionally made costumes and had us dress up as sci fi and comic book characters and wave to the customers from the roof. Hundreds showed up for the event and even the news came, I was made up as Superman first. With my hair dyed black and restyled (I even had the iconic curl over the forehead) and NO GLASSES, not even my friends or family recognized me. Of course not to falling off of the roof was a major concern since I was nearly blind without my glasses, everyone liked my Superman persona, they said I reminded them of Kirk Alyn.
Next I was Vader, that sucked… All that black clothing while walking around on a tarpapered roof in the middle of the afternoon, and then as if that wasn’t bad enough, you put a helmet and face mask on. Bleh! I must have lost a quart of fluids after an hour or so. My sweatband was black from the sweat and the dye leeching from my hair.:eek:
My friends and I had a blast though, they got to be stormtroopers and The Phantom, Batman and I can’t remember what all…
Next- I showed up at a Christmas Party as ‘The Ghost of Christmas Future’. I had a cowl with a black fabric face cover, so when you tilted your head down a bit and lurked in the shadows it looked like you had NO FACE. The hostess answered the door and frozen in shock, a few others came to see who it was and they too just stood there dumbfounded. I dramatically boomed, “I have come for Ebeneezer Scrooooooooooge…” Her jaw dropped, and no one spoke for a moment. Later I more cheerfully said with a British lilt, “Oh, sorry I must have the wrong adress…” I then whipped off the cowl. The others burst out laughing and congratulated me, the Hostess punched me in the shoulder, “You scared the Sh*t out of me you Bastard!”
My first tricked out car in the 80’s was nicknamed ‘The Deathmobile’, ala “Animal House”. It had 8 air-horns and sounded just like ‘The Car’ when I tapped it right.
From 76-81 my buds and I used to conduct ‘Light Wars’ every now and then in a nearby park, which spanned many acres. We designed and built our own light weapons, such as guns, swords, shields, bracelets ringed with focused bulbs. We even built mines and ‘light’ grenades. Of course we always made sure to warn the police beforehand, guys dressed in black running around with weapons tend to scare joggers and women walking their dogs. (remember this was waaaaay before PHOTON or LAZERTAG)
Before we were old enough to drive, let alone ‘own’ a car, those of us in the Science Fiction Club used to conduct ‘Pilgrimages’ to the downtown used bookstores to buy comic books and SF literature. Imagine a gaggle (or is it a NERD?)of Geeks waiting at the bus stop, what a sight we must have been… We would ride the bus downtown and then go from shop to shop looking for treasures among the piles and bins of tossed away comics and musky books, we would make an entire day of it, only stopping for lunch.
Well of course not. Without your glasses, nobody can recognize you.