So there I was in Midtown Comics yesterday when I saw the one thing that was definitely missing in my life, circa 1978 - a KISS Destroyer lunchbox.
This is one of those retro-kitch items that exist now, but never did when we needed them.
So I got to thinking, maybe I could buy this, travel back to 1978, hand it to myself in the first-grade cafeteria, and all would be good.
Naturally, realizing the implications of creating a rift in space-time continuum, I put the lunchbox back on the shelf and ditched the plan.
Whew, that was close! I could have gone all Aston Kutcher on you for a minute there.