Gotta Go to Mo’s

Posted: September 14, 2011 in Uncategorized

OK! Let’s start by looking for a picture of what I am trying to do.

Holy shit!  How am I going to do this?

Ok. Calm down.  You’re a smart guy.  You’re creative.  You can do it!

First things first, I need more pictures, with more detail from multiple angles.  Luckily there are people with slightly less spare time than me.  Those people make models.  Some of them even make Mad Max models.  I found a site that sells a 1/6 scale model of Master Blaster and provides a bunch of photos.  Awesome.

Still incredibly daunting, but, hey, let’s go for it.

Gotta start somewhere and I think Blaster is going to require the most work and time.  So, I am holding off on the midget for now.

Shit…that helmet is going to be a pain.  Let’s get some of the low-hanging fruit first.  As the brawn half of the brains and brawn combo that is Master Blaster, Blaster has to be ready to fight.  Being ready means wearing armor of sorts to protect himself, though protecting his nipples was not deemed important.  Looking at him, it kind of looks like I need to get some sports equipment.  Football shoulder pads for the top.

Some padded football pants

and a pair of catcher’s leg guards

(Yes, I know they are purple but they were only $20 and I am going to paint them black anyway)

I am already on my way.  At least if this costume doesn’t workout, I can always start playing some sport where you get hit in the legs and shoulder a lot.  Rhythmic gymnastics maybe.

I seriously need help…


There was only one catch and that was Catch-22, which specified that a concern for one’s safety in the face of dangers that were real and immediate was the process of a rational mind. Orr was crazy and could be grounded. All he had to do was ask; and as soon as he did, he would no longer be crazy and would have to fly more missions. Orr would be crazy to fly more missions and sane if he didn’t, but if he were sane he had to fly them. If he flew them he was crazy and didn’t have to; but if he didn’t want to he was sane and had to.

Joseph Heller, Catch-22

Adapted loosely to my situation:

I know this undertaking is thoroughly and utterly ridiculous.  From a time standpoint, I want to get back into serious shape, work on my comic book, study for the GREs and a host of other seemingly more important things.  From an economic standpoint, do I really have the disposable income that it will take to put this together?  From a general sanity standpoint, why am I spending all this time and effort making a costume based on an obscure character from a sci-fi movie (that is only around for like 20 minutes) that only 1 out of 10 people will recognize if I am lucky?  You don’t have to tell me it’s crazy.  I know.  But if I know, then I am not crazy.  Right?  But if I think I am not crazy, then does that mean I am.  Hmmm.

Whatever.  Back to business.

I started the process of making the costume a few weeks before I got the idea to document it.  It was in discussing it with my friends that I realized that this was something worth documenting.  First, though, I need to bring you up to speed.


Welcome to Thunderdome

Posted: September 13, 2011 in Uncategorized

Most likely you’re someone I already know. However, just in case someone else is actually reading this, let me introduce myself…

Hi, I’m Brad.  I am a 28 year old guy living in Manhattan.  I have a full-time job in the financial software industry, I play basketball and work out regularly and I have a fairly active social life in the greatest city in the world.  Yet, somehow, it seems that I have way too much free time on my hands.  That brings us to why we are here…

Halloween in NYC is always a crazy time.   There are so many people that you get to see some creative costumes, but most are lame.  I didn’t dress up the first few years I lived here but I’d still go out.  I saw about a million guys dressed like Clark Kent changing into Superman.  The first time I saw a guy dressed like Quail Man I was impressed.  The next half-dozen times, I was not.  About 3 Halloweens ago I decided it was time for me to dress up.

The first time I went with something fairly generic: Indiana Jones.  To my credit, I put the costume together from individual pieces.  I also didn’t shave for a week.  I don’t have a picture, but this should give you the gist of it:

Anyway, I saw 3 other Indiana Jones’ and that made me sad.  I was the only one with a whip (even if it looked more like a BDSM tool than Indy’s whip) and I even got the phone number of some girl dressed like Batgirl.  Still, I was upset at how unoriginal my costume was.

The next year I decided to continue with my 80’s movie theme.  My friends and I have a long running joke about my man-crush on super-human Dolph Lundgren.  I already had an Ivan Drago costume I bought of hanging on my wall, so I decided to wear it.  I got gloves and red high-top Chuck Taylors that I laced with yellow laces and with knee-high yellow socks underneath.  I spiked my hair way high and sprayed it blond.  It was pretty cool.  Damn, can’t find my pictures.  Well here’s an early attempt with “yellow” hairspray that made my hair look green.  You get the idea.

I was quite certain that no one else had that costume, but I wasn’t going to wear it 2 years in a row.  A trip to F.A.O. Schwartz gave me my next idea.  Kuato from Total Recall.  I know that makes no sense but whatever, that’s what happened.  I had soooooo much fun making my costume.  I bought a crawling baby doll and altered it so I had a Kuato that moved it’s arms.

I knew it would be hard to top.  I had an idea but I knew it was an ambitious endeavor.  I decided that if I get to 2 months from Halloween and I couldn’t come up with anything else I liked, I would do this.  “This” is Master Blaster from Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome.

It is a little person that rides on the back of a gladiator with Down’s Syndrome.  So, yeah.  I am doing that.  This blog will be devoted to my adventures in making this costume.  Enjoy…and please don’t have me committed until November 1st.