Unfortunately, as is the case with most promotional items, I quickly realized that the globe wasn't the kind of thing you could just head over to Amazon and buy. No no, this is the kind of treasure that you have to hunt for. The kind you have to stalk eBay for, in the hopes that some lucky dude who got his hands on one is gonna find himself hard up on money. The stalking and the hunting paid off last week, when a quick eBay search on my lunch break yielded the result I had been waiting for; a glorious Amityville Horror snow globe, priced at just 20 bucks and ending in mere minutes. Sold to the highest bidder. And the highest bidder was this guy.
Behold, the latest and greatest addition to my ever growing museum of cool shit ...
I'm not sure what it says about me that I get so giddy about shaking blood all over a house which is infamous in not only cinema but also real life as being the location where a man slaughtered his whole family, parents and little brothers and sisters, but nevertheless I can't deny the joy this thing is giving me. There have been surprisingly very few merchandise items based around the book/movies, perhaps due to the fact that it's kinda messed up to turn tragedy into collectibles, which makes this all the cooler and me all the prouder to own it. So I may be a sick fuck, but at least I'm a happy sick fuck.
The only downside here is that the light up/snow circulating effect doesn't work on the globe I got, effects which are run by three small batteries in the underside. Even with three brand new batteries, which I spent 10 bucks buying earlier today, I still can't get the thing to work. Kind of a bummer cause i'd love to see this baby light up, but I honestly didn't even know anything about it being capable of doing so when I won the auction, so that would've just been an icing on the cake anyway. Now if it was supposed to play the iconic theme music, you can be sure that i'd be negatively feedbacking someone's ass right about now.
Onto the shelf it goes, right next to my Charles Manson plushie. Hm, ya, I think my fifth grade teacher was right ... there is kinda something wrong with me.