98. PEZ DISPENSER, 1927: I used to have quite a few and then I realized that it was kinda gross; a head that shoots candy from the neck, yum. The candy kinda sucked too.
89. Rubiks Cube: We had one and I'm certain one of us kids had figured it out, then we grew up, the hormones kicked in and we could barely write our names, sigh.
77. HASBRO LITE-BRITE, 1967: For me it was eyeball therapy; I had to wear special glasses one red lenz, one green and I could only use the red and green pegs. I didn't mind so much, it was an hour alone in my parents bedroom so my siblings wouldn't bug me while made pretty green & red pictures. BTW, I'm blind as bat, maybe it helped, maybe it didn't but those moments alone were cherished and the first sign that I enjoyed time spent away from the human race. :D
68. NOKIA 5100 SERIES CELL PHONE: I loved that phone, mine had a smoky transparent cover so the green lights shined through like little aliens had a message for me, lol. Bweep.
60. ABACUS, 190 A.D.: We had one around the house when I was a kid, I knew it was used to calculate, I just couldn't figure out how, it hurt my brain. However, it did make for a great rhythm instrument.
57. MATTEL MAGIC 8-BALL, 1946: I still have one on my desk at work and I frequently ask "Magic Eight Ball, will I ever find my true love?" and it replies "My sources say no" each and every fucking time since I was a kid. I have one on my computer desk at home to and just asked the same question again, its reply: "STFU already". Fucking toys.
50. ETCH-A-SKETCH, 1960: It's a must for any doodler and I still have one I keep for the rare times during the week when my brain wants to do nothing other than to doodle temporary doodles of greatness.
23. TELEPHONE, 1876: One ringy dingy, Two ringy dingy--I still remember the dial phones and the great clicking noise it made when you dialed.
And that's it, all the high tech toys have passed me by, which is probably for the better, because my curiosity gets the best of me sometimes. I like to see how things work, which is why I no longer own a record player, a remote for my VCR and various other objects de tech. As Dorothy Parker once stated; "The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity." La Di da!
