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(Not) The Best Toys Ever
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Thursday, December 14, 2006
11:27:00 AM EST
Hearing Nothing at the moment.
Good morning, everyone. I just want you to know that I'm sick and feel like death warmed over. However, since apparently I'm well enough to get online and bitch about my illness to AOL's vast, uncountable millions, I must actually not be dying. So I guess I had better get to work. Just don't expect me to be brilliant like a sparkly pony today, all right? That's all I ask. I'm all out of sparkly pony brilliance.
What is brilliant is this list of the 10 most dangerous toys of all time, collecting up all the toys you loved to play with as a kid, but which in retrospect seem appallingly ill-advised, including the Bat Masterson Derringer Belt Gun -- shoot caps from genital level! -- and a home chemistry lab with actual radioactive uranium. My faviorite are the Battlestar Galactica toys with launchable missiles, which I remember from my own ill-spent youth. Oddly enough, I never had the urge to shoot any of the missiles down my own throat, which apparently distinguishes me from other kids at the time.
Did you ever own anything on this list? Let's share our memories of terrifying toys together! It'll give me something to do to distract me from the fact I'm currently coughing up my own lungs. No, it's not TB. I'm fine, really.
Written by johnmscalzi Blog about this entry
11:27:00 AM EST
Hearing Nothing at the moment.
(Not) The Best Toys Ever
Good morning, everyone. I just want you to know that I'm sick and feel like death warmed over. However, since apparently I'm well enough to get online and bitch about my illness to AOL's vast, uncountable millions, I must actually not be dying. So I guess I had better get to work. Just don't expect me to be brilliant like a sparkly pony today, all right? That's all I ask. I'm all out of sparkly pony brilliance.
What is brilliant is this list of the 10 most dangerous toys of all time, collecting up all the toys you loved to play with as a kid, but which in retrospect seem appallingly ill-advised, including the Bat Masterson Derringer Belt Gun -- shoot caps from genital level! -- and a home chemistry lab with actual radioactive uranium. My faviorite are the Battlestar Galactica toys with launchable missiles, which I remember from my own ill-spent youth. Oddly enough, I never had the urge to shoot any of the missiles down my own throat, which apparently distinguishes me from other kids at the time.
Did you ever own anything on this list? Let's share our memories of terrifying toys together! It'll give me something to do to distract me from the fact I'm currently coughing up my own lungs. No, it's not TB. I'm fine, really.
Written by johnmscalzi Blog about this entry
This entry has 5 comments: (Add your own)
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We had lawn darts. We loved them, too. Of course, responsible parents ensured we never launched them over the frickin' house.
-Paul
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I, too, am sick and cranky...but lordy, did I laugh my ass off at these toys!!!!
I wanted that spider maker thingy...
be well,
Dawn -
I have a different model from the one pictured*
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I had (and still have) the Johnny Reb Authentic Civil War cannon, although I have a different model from the one purchased.
It effing kicked ass. It could shoot a rock about 100 yards, and could hit a horse with a marshmallow from 50 with a level shot.
I brought it to school, and used it when we re-created Bunker Hill's famous battle with snowballs. I did the sensible thing... took cover, and fired away from a distance.
12/14/06 10:04 PM