Coolest Toy?

What is the Coolest Toy?

Your hip aches. I know. I see it in how you walk. I see you lumbering around the giant food aisle. I see you trying to avoid heedless children engleed by the yummery that is the modern store. You try to avoid the tykes who are out of control, and on a rampage, finally being able to control something real in their life: which is the real coolest toy? Which one is it?

So if you haunt the used toy, or even the new toy section (because a lot of people do), you might hear the kids talking about it. They are excited. They are being given a choice. They talk to their da or their ma and they tell them the truth about how they feel about it. Which is the coolest toy?

It's not that I'm listening in. I'm just looking at the selection. You see, if you don't catch it right away, well, then, it's gone. You hear what I'm saying?

So you go to the store that's closing and you see someone who is also so afflicted and they explain to you how last night (just last night) they were here and there were (yes there were) a whole giant set of said selection of really cool adult collectible toy with a rock-n-roll theme.

Well, you know, you love to have the thing and you like to share it. and he wanted to buy more of them. But they were all gone.

It's that quick.

And rumor in adult collectibles land: (I've heard this over and over) there is a guy who goes to [some local wally-world] twice a day, once early in the day and then, in the evening, near closing, and he gets first look and gets to take all that he wants from the box and gets his way with it.

I say it's a rumor. and I'm not interested in meeting this guy. The real guy? Someday I'll be there too and it will be him?

So what is the real benefit of doing this? What is the benefit of going to the toy aisle and haunting the adult collectible toys? Well, during Christmas you get a good connection with the pulse of what is up with the darling aisle-running daddy's little sleep depriver . . .

You get a sense of how some people are much better with their kids than others. Overhearing the way that some little darlings interact, it's kind of an epiphany to see the variety of parenting styles.

Heads up on any of this: never let anyone know that you are doing your own little collection of how people interact. And never betray anyone by telling intimate details of their interactions, like they are some kind of a lab rat.

In any case everyone is there during Christmas, so if you walk off on a safari to the adult collectible-toy aisle, then you are getting good exercise for that bad hip of yours. The one that you know that if you just get up and out and around, and walking vigorously, and exercise whatever flu or whatever has gotten down in there, to put some muscle back on you and break up any cluster of whatever might not be as good, where the pain is, let the body heal.

And even if you don't actually buy the stuff, even if you don't care about it except as a sociological observation, you have to admit that there is an awful lot of good karma with kids and how they know what the cool toys are. They always get it right.

But that strange affliction of middle aged hording? That is something that we all have to come to grips with.

As far as coolest toy? There probably isn't one. The idea of it is a fallacy, in the first place, because toys are meant to be played with together.

You can extend the question. What is the coolest . . . anything. If the subject were Hot Rods, for example, which is the coolest? The one you're in that your driving twice the speed limit in? The one that is being driven by the guy who drives you back to the villiage, you can deal with your broken down car in the morning? The one that your older sister drove that she used to bring you to the beach in? Coolest?

So, it's like the way that Reggie Bradly (a TV show character) used to say it (I had someone real in mind but thought better) "Ya, it's the coolest, man." I was able to watch the epidsodes for a while with my . . . account but now they demand a version of Flash that will never work under Linux. Oh well.

When Reggie would say it, it was like 'ya, cool, other things are too, that's cool, not a pinnicle of life but cool'. "That's the coolest." essentially meant "It's a cool thing." not better than, but good all around, without the idea of superiority, but with a sense of sharing. I might be streching this just a little, but the lingo of 1960's California is fairly well documented in old television. If other people get a different sense, then I'm not going to argue about it. As far as the Brady Bunch? Ya, that's the coolest.

Well, you know . . .

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In Wicked Need of an Edit

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Political and Media Inanity

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Don't you love when the uppiddities go off to their mountain laural pasuture land place of dreams, way up in the sky. And they've been going on about global this and global that, and, oh, no, we are frying the earth. But then the king of one of the realms gets up and announces the end of the Internet as we know it. Ya, by decree of bad corporate governance, which is the real killer of democracy. Yes, I dared to say it.

So there they are in their high mountain place, all of them having arrived almost simmultaniously on the wings of eagles. Which one of those is the coolest?

"Ya, man, your Leer is so cool"

"Ya, man, and your antique Cesina is the coolest"

"Wow, man, your . . . "

"Ya, man, I know. There so rich here they can have me come from back in time and do this gig."

"You realize it's 2015, and not 1969"

"Far out, man, groovy. I was sent from the past to save the future."

In any case that didn't really happen. Getting back to [mountain enclave of world delusionship class]: [clueless elitist corporate CEO] is suggesting that we bath ourselve in a constant aura of energetic process. Everything will be controlled by everything else? Everything will know who we are? Yes, stick your head in this virtual reality sand and . . . well were going to [censored for good taste or just too lazy to write this part tastefully?]. So you stick your head in the virtual reality sand. Someone grabs you by the feet, lifts you up by your legs, stands you on your head and [bad word] up the [bad word] for the rest of eternity can call it inevitibility.

You, know, we live in a world that is configured that when people start thinking that they are in charge the world builds a statue to them. That is just how it happened to Ozimandaious. It's what happens to all demogauges and self-important ideolouges. They delude that they are 'making the future' in [Country in high mountain place] and then they wonder why we are in the middle of a World War that no body will actually admit is going on.

This is just how I see it. And I'm free. And I am also willing to admit when I am wrong, or when I going on about things a little bit too much. But, really? Just to sell product? They think that they can know the future? The cost of it all will be enormous. And for what? So they can sell advertisements?

And as far as getting a chip so that we can have other voices in our heads? Have they gone insane? Many people have enough voices. They don't need any more. It's hard enough telling the voices that are already there to shut up.

"I don't need a chip in my head talking to me about Internet. I had a hard enough time taming the voices that are already there."

"We got another one. He's hearing voices."

"I'm just writing a dialog."

"He's just writing a dialog."

"Why do you keep repeating yourself? Who are you talking to?"

"How should I know? You're the one who's writing this dialog."

"Or are my words just written too?"

"OK, then. I've got somewhere else to go."

"Take me with you."

And so then they got into the Jeep and drove off together insilence along that sculpted ridgeline.

"Wow, man, that's the coolest." says the internationalist CEO, pulling his head out of the virtual reality [bad word]

"Yes, I can see the future and it looks like the inside of your [bad word]"

"Isn't this in bad taste in the sense that the actor who played the role of [television character] is a real guy and didn't really go to [alpine place of clueless aristocratic governance]?

Yes, this is "in_wicked_need_of_an_edit" and I am trying to show some class by having a "saterical political commentary", so, well, no harm. I'm just trying to exercise my right for free expression."

OK, enough of this.

January 22, 2014

We sure do need a billion dollar idea.

. . . well . . . 
     Truck-you-later!


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