Recently my habit's been acting up, and the usual run-of-the-mill stuff hasn't been enough to satisfy my Popy jones. That's why I had to pick up a few powerful, uncut pieces straight from the source: a "scramble-dash" jet wing for my Great Mazinger JM and a mint-in-box Jumbo Poseidon. Expensive? Sure. But when your habit's got you down, you'll beg, borrow, or (god forbid) sell one of your toys to get the cash for a fix like that. There's NOTHING like the feel of deteriorating Japanese cardboard between your fingers as you open that huge '70s Jumbo Machinder box; the totemic, character-festooned time capsule that's been stored in some Japanese guy's closet or the back room of a toy shop for a decade, the whiff of (probably) cancerous air that escapes from the box as the lid is lifted; inhaling deeply, you run your fingers over the smooth surface of the JM that's cost you a week's or a month's salary. Re-box. Repeat. (Click thumbnails to see larger) email Matt