Six Degrees of Superfly
October 10, 2006

Okay, so some of you are wondering what the deal is with this Superfly guy.  I mean he seems like a hip cat, right?  Nice, cool guy maybe, or pretty damn funny. Or annoying or totally full of himself or really cute or superhot or kinda like Jared from Subway? (I have been called all of these things by random trolls on myspace).

But in case you were wondering, here it is.  The whole story.  The self-serving, obligatory biography.  Say it aloud in a really cool voice.

Ryan Prast began life in the American Southwest, having the vision and forethought to be born just in time to enjoy the beginning of the 1980s Toy Revolution.  As a child, Ryan benefited from not only having access to boxes of vintage toys from older siblings, but also being horribly, ashamedly, disgustingly spoiled by his doting parents.  Many hours were spent creating adventures with a continuous and seemingly endless supply of G.I.Joe, Transformers, Masters of the Universe, Super Powers, ThunderCats, & M.A.S.K., honing those oh-so-important skills that would keep him socially awkward and maladjusted for the better part of his adolescence.  A love of comic books and drawing further rounded out his Toynerd existence. 

It all came together in the late 80s, when Ryan would befriended a new comic store owner looking for cheap help.  It was fate!  Over the next few years running the shop, Ryan learned how to buy toy collections for pennies on the dollar, read adult comic books, make shoplifters cry and scalp action figures (oh the shame!), all the while adding to his ginourmous treasure trove of plastic fulfillment and Silver Age goodness.  It was crazy fun, with many wacky adventures (some which you will hear about from time to time), but eventually Ryan outgrew it all.  He was burned out.  He grew up.  He packed all the goodies away, went to college and stopped collecting for a long time.  And started talking to girls.

But around ’99, Ryan came across some photos online of the new DC Direct action figures.  Thunderbolts of nostalgia rained mighty blows upon his forehead, and he rushed into the local comic book shop, bought the figures and was instantly sucked back into the seedy world of toy collecting. 

A couple years later, he discovered that other Toynerds like him had dedicated places online where they could talk about toys!  Amazing!  For some now-long-forgotten reason, he picked the moniker "The Superfly" and, aided with the avatar of Dyn-o-mite JJ Walker, and began to frequent message boards like DC Direct, RTM, ADC, and AFTimes.  This led him to meet great folks like SDcomics, Julius Marx and the Toyotter, among the many others I know and love here.  Once these mighty miscreants had their own playground, The Superfly was more than thrilled when they let him hang around like a bum and play on it a little bit.  The Superfly now spends his days waxing nostalgic, confronting scalpers in Wal-marts and trying desperately to get Georg Brewer to make the Metal Men. 

And yes, he still talks to girls.  Because they love guys that collect "dolls".

Ryan "TheSuperfly" Prast
Current designer, future artist, eternal manchild, Ryan "The Superfly" Prast uses his toynerd acumen to delve deep into the profound nuances of life. With a penchant for tiny plastic men and nostalgia of times past, he also enjoys panelology, obscure cultural references, tomfoolery and/or shenanigans, conspiracy theories, and watching his Cubs flush another season down the toilet. And he always keeps his fork when there’s pie.
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