I have all my Breyer horses in my spare room right now because I've got this plan to eBay them. The fatal flaw in my plan is that it requires some effort on my part.
You have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone.
Giles ,'Touched'
Natter 54: Right here, dammit.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Strega - Oct 03, 2007 8:31:32 am PDT #4624 of 10001
tommyrot - Oct 03, 2007 8:35:46 am PDT #4625 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Maybe in the future we'll have Roombas that randomly select our stuff and sell it on eBay....
Emily - Oct 03, 2007 8:36:22 am PDT #4626 of 10001
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
aurelia - Oct 03, 2007 8:43:28 am PDT #4627 of 10001
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
Huh. I had an actual bow with blunt tipped arrows.
I got into more trouble with my child-sized gardening tools. At age 5 I covered the floor of my brother's room with baby powder and raked nice, neat rows. My mother was not nearly as pleased as I was.
A neighbor girl and I created elaborate Western frontier adventures with our horses. My brother and I would set up army men all over a room and fight wars with rubber band guns. My lone Barbie was largely ignored. I also had Captain and Tenille dolls that were cool because they came with (cardboard cutout) bulldogs.
Susan W. - Oct 03, 2007 8:45:25 am PDT #4628 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
I thought Barbies were lame because their legs wouldn't bend so they could ride my Breyer horses.
Glamcookie - Oct 03, 2007 8:45:28 am PDT #4629 of 10001
I know my own heart and understand my fellow man. But I am made unlike anyone I have ever met. I dare to say I am like no one in the whole world. - Anne Lister
The childhood toy I remember loving and losing was a Stretch Monster, an ugly green monster that you could pull and stretch. My brother poked a hole in him. There was purple goo inside that got all over the carpet. He was in double-trouble - my mom was pissed that he ruined the carpet and I was furious that he ruined one of my favorite toys!
tommyrot - Oct 03, 2007 8:46:32 am PDT #4630 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
My oder brother had a G.I. Joe. The old, 12" tall kind. Joe had a suitcase full of grenades, which was so cool, because it was a suitcase full of grenades!
Strega - Oct 03, 2007 8:48:16 am PDT #4631 of 10001
There's a Robert Sheckley story about a robotic vaccuum that falls in love with a woman and has itself shipped to her so it can try to seduce her.
Pix - Oct 03, 2007 8:49:10 am PDT #4632 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
I think I had 30+ Breyer horses over my childhood. I totally played with them like dolls. I, also, thought Barbie was lame, but I loved my Princess of Power dolls. My favorites were Angella and Mermista.
Is it any wonder that I became a Buffy fan?
Steph L. - Oct 03, 2007 8:52:14 am PDT #4633 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
The childhood toy I remember loving and losing was a Stretch Monster, an ugly green monster that you could pull and stretch. My brother poked a hole in him. There was purple goo inside that got all over the carpet. He was in double-trouble - my mom was pissed that he ruined the carpet and I was furious that he ruined one of my favorite toys!
Gloomcookie, you could have copied and pasted that directly out of my brain! We also had a Stretch Octopus (in powder blue). And if you punched the Stretch [toy], rather than stretching it slowly, the goo inside was all hard and really hurt your hand! (Or your little brother, if you chose to pummel him with the Stretch Monster. And by "you," I mean me.)