Archive for December, 2005

Why do toy manufacturers hate parents?

December 29th, 2005

When my son brought me this to open for him, of course I agreed. But when I saw the packaging — the evil, evil packaging — I looked him in the eye and almost told him, “Son, there is no possible way this can be opened. It was obviously intended only to be admired in [...]

Robot Vacuum Cleaner

December 28th, 2005

Son: Dad, look what I made! Me: Wow, that’s cool. Son: It sucks and it walks. Me: Oh… huh? Is it… is it a… robot vacuum cleaner? Son: Yah, Dad! You got it! Whew.

Welcome, Call For Help viewers

December 27th, 2005

The Flickr Toys are right this way. Have fun!

Welcome, Popular Photography readers!

December 24th, 2005

If you’re here looking for the Mosaic Maker, you’ll find it at http://flagrantdisregard.com/flickr. Thanks for dropping by. Have fun!

A moment of arms race zen

December 21st, 2005

Sounds of playing coming from the other room suddenly stop. I wander in to see the boy climbing the stairs. He stops at the top and looks at me. “Where you going, son?” I ask. He replies, “To find a weapon.” He continues to his toy box. His older sister sits demurely and ignores us. [...]

Welcome to the Dollhouse

December 19th, 2005

Do not watch this movie if you want to keep the Christmas spirit in your heart. Welcome to the Dollhouse is a grotesque portrayal of life as a transcendently unpopular 12-year-old girl who is striving so hard to be loved that she throws herself into the embrace of a would-be rapist as the only person [...]

Hypnotized by blue flashy lights at the Microsoft conference

December 14th, 2005

I went to the Microsoft Visual Studio 2005 “Launch Event” at the local convention center last week. It was pretty typical for these types of events. Lots of marketing in the guise of technical product demonstrations and the promise of a free lunch. The theme was “rock and roll.” The keynote ended with two 30 [...]

Christmas shopping

December 13th, 2005

While shopping for a Christmas present for his dear sister: Mom: Remember, we’re here to find something for your sister. Son: Okay, Mom. Looks around in amazement, a shiny gleam and wonder in his eyes. Son: I changed my mind. I’m here for me.