Saturday, February 14, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
Joe Friday: Unlucky Edition
So, it's Friday the 13th, and we all know what that means. Black cats. Broken mirrors. And G.I. Joe fan movies. Alright, so a G.I. Joe fan movie might not be unlucky, but it sure is painful.
I especially like the Baroness, who for some reason sounds like a cross between Dracula and a carnival fortune teller. Be warned. This movie is a cliffhanger. You're just going to have to bide patiently until the next installment.
I especially like the Baroness, who for some reason sounds like a cross between Dracula and a carnival fortune teller. Be warned. This movie is a cliffhanger. You're just going to have to bide patiently until the next installment.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Fun With Bloonies
It's no secret...I love toys. But, like a crotchety old man waiting for his back pain medication, I just don't think they make 'em like they used to. And, unfortunately, the world is full of toys that make me want to hide in a closet until they go away.
One of those toys: Bloonies.
Take a wad of toxic goo. Stuff it to the end of a thin plastic straw. Blow. And watch a magical LSD-inspired bubble appear right before your eyes.
As a kid, you could pick up this product up at any drug/grocery store for about a buck. A novel idea for a parent who just wants to get through their errand without their kid going into a roaring fit.
However, let's take a closer look at Bloonies. The package blatantly states: CAUTION: Flammable. Hmmmm. Won't be making any Bloonies while gathered around the old campfire, will we? And the smell...let's just say it dilates the eyes and rots the brain. It's amazing my generation accomplished anything besides sitting in a corner drooling or managing a Chipotle.
Ahhh, Bloonies. How I miss living on the edge.
One of those toys: Bloonies.
Take a wad of toxic goo. Stuff it to the end of a thin plastic straw. Blow. And watch a magical LSD-inspired bubble appear right before your eyes.
As a kid, you could pick up this product up at any drug/grocery store for about a buck. A novel idea for a parent who just wants to get through their errand without their kid going into a roaring fit.
However, let's take a closer look at Bloonies. The package blatantly states: CAUTION: Flammable. Hmmmm. Won't be making any Bloonies while gathered around the old campfire, will we? And the smell...let's just say it dilates the eyes and rots the brain. It's amazing my generation accomplished anything besides sitting in a corner drooling or managing a Chipotle.
Ahhh, Bloonies. How I miss living on the edge.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Bone Age...Arrggghhh...
I love toys with a little creativity. Thus, I love Bone Age!!
The basics of Bone Age:
Take a bunch of bones and then transform them into dinosaurs and vehicles. Then take a scantily clad cave man, place him on your new bone creation and have numerous adventures and escapades.
And the names alone were worth the cost of a set:
Plesior the Stone Clan Hunter and Anklor the Lava Clan Hunter.
Plus, the dinosaurs were not only ferocious looking, but they could also play ball with those kids whose parents were too busy.
The basics of Bone Age:
Take a bunch of bones and then transform them into dinosaurs and vehicles. Then take a scantily clad cave man, place him on your new bone creation and have numerous adventures and escapades.
And the names alone were worth the cost of a set:
Plesior the Stone Clan Hunter and Anklor the Lava Clan Hunter.
Plus, the dinosaurs were not only ferocious looking, but they could also play ball with those kids whose parents were too busy.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Legos are Thriller-ing
This video speaks for itself. So, pull on your parachute pants, slide into your red windbreaker, and slip into your sequined glove...
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