The 10 Most Dangerous Toys of All Time (or, How To Tell If Your Parents Really Love You)

When I was about 10 years old, I remember one absolutely fantastic Christmas. I got at least five toys that I made me a happy little tyke...albeit, a dangerous happy little tyke.

I got the gold and silver knights and their extensive array of jousting weaponry. I got a huge freaking battleship that came with missile batteries that could launch projectiles all the way across the living room! I got the Creepy Crawlers set, where I could make my own nasties by using hot molds. I had a blast, and I didn't lose any fingers, toes, or eyes. We're not counting that time I played chicken with David's knife, are we? I mean, that scar is almost gone now.

So, here's "The 10 Most Dangerous Toys of All Time". How many of these did you own? I had a couple, and even Sarah and Holly had a collection of Sky Dancers (I'm sure we still have them somewhere in the basement bins). I 'm pretty sure I had one of those nifty "crotch rockets" too, but I had more fun with my smaller version of the Johnny Reb cannon...man 'o man was that cool. I still can't believe I never got one of those Atomic Energy Labs though...I mean, what self-respecting boy in the '60s wouldn't have killed to get his own supply of isotope U-238?

P.S. A couple years later I finally talked Mom into letting me have a Winchester BB gun, but only after 3 years of promising that I wouldn't shoot my eye out. When I got one, I promptly aimed it at my friend and almost put his eye out instead.

Bunnies and Bells (All I Want for Christmas)

Warning: highly addictive!

Shopping is winding down, and hopefully the last couple of things on back-order from the internet shopping spree will arrive this week. The kids have next week off from school, and Donna and I are taking a couple of days off, too.

Merry Christmas!

What? Me Worry?

Lewis Black has a way of cutting through the murky fog of apathy and forgetfullness. I watched him on HBO the other night and my stomach is still sore from laugh-cramps. He lamented that it's criminal that the United States hasn't figured out that every citizen, every home, should be using solar power. Who among us hasn't wished our government would make more progress in pushing the research envelope further on alternative energy sources? Wouldn't it be nice if our country didn't need to buy oil from the middle east from the same intolerant assholes that want to wipe us off the face of the earth?

So, here's my HOLY SHIT! moment of the day. Iran has announced they're willing to transfer it's nuclear technology to neighboring Islamic nations. They're going to use it to promote peaceful alternative sources of energy. Um...sure, of course they are.

Merry Christmas

Thanks Nyles!

In other news, I'm sending a note to Santa to give Daniel "Shyster" Synder nothing but coal this year. Shyster's company is buying up WGMS, Washington's last classical radio station and probably the most popular classical radio station in the country. Granted, classical is not wildly popular, and the length of the songs tends to discourge advertisers from buying many blocks...but geesh! Shyster's going to move his crap-tastic Redskins' talk-show to the WGMS frequency. To quote one other pissed-off WGMS fan, 'what a maroon!"