Saturday, September 03, 2011
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The Toy: Xtreme Super Racer!
So I had a little extra money this week, and around our house "a little extra money" means just that: a little. Not being one to save for a rainy day - -things worked out pretty well for the grasshopper in the end, right, because the ants took care of him after all -- I headed to the Dollar Store with Mr F and Mr Bunches, where they were each allowed to get two things, although eventually they each got three things, with one of Mr Bunches' being the Xtreme Super Racer!
The "Xtreme Super Racer" was not Mr Bunches' first choice; he had originally gone with a far less impressive race car -- one that was neither super nor Xtreme, but was merely a hollow plastic shell of a car. Noting that, I suggested to him that he might want the Xtreme Super Racer, to which he replied:
Mr Bunches not being sold on the idea of owning an Xtreme Super Racer until I pointed out that the Xtreme Super Racer in question was somewhat similar to Lightning McQueen, from "Cars", and Mr Bunches had been watching "Cars" obsessively this week, so that won him over.
The Construction: The Xtreme Super Racer is made of plastic, which, really, if you think about it, should've been what Prometheus stole from the gods to give to man and end up having his liver eaten for the rest of eternity. I mean, yeah, fire, etc., blah blah blah, but can you make a race car out of fire?
Not yet. But scientists at MIT are working on it.
Until then, we'll have plastic cars with tiny motors in them that rev up when you push the car, and which, really, for a dollar are pretty sophisticated.
I don't know how else to describe it, though. It's a plastic car. It has wheels. It has an engine of some sort. What do you want from me? I'm no Ezra Pound.
How It's Used: You take the car, and you rev it and let it go. But, word to the wise: The car will run in the direction you run it. We have some high-end toy cars with little engines in them (they go for $5.99 at the grocery store, and we have enough of them to have paid off my student loans if we were not such softies at the grocery store that Sweetie had to eventually take over the grocery shopping because we were going broke and being buried in high-end toy cars), and those high-end cars are revved up by pulling them backwards, which winds them up, and they then run forward.
The Xtreme Super Car apparently is Xtreme because it revs in two directions -- so if you pull it backwards to rev it up, and then let it go, it runs in reverse, something the "real" Lightning McQueen couldn't do because he had no rearview mirrors, even though (a) don't race cars have rearview mirrors inside? I suspect they do and (b) why was Lightning McQueen so mystified by the fact that Mater had rearview mirrors? He'd been around other cars, all of whom had rearview mirrors. Had he really never seen any car back up before? and (c) why was Mater called Mater?
All good questions.
If you rev the Xtreme Super Car in forward, it then runs forward, and to give you a live-action look at that, let's go to the video:
That was, in fact, Xtreme.
How It Works: Aside from a minor problem I'll get to in a second, really well. The car ran and ran and ran, and held Mr Bunches' attention. This is him, twenty minutes later:
He hadn't stopped at all, and even telling him that it was bedtime and that he could do the bubbles in the bath hadn't torn him away from the Xtreme Super Racer.
On the other hand, the Xtreme Super Racer does not, after all, go very fast. And, it turns out, the tires come off. I would tell you whether they come off easily, or not, except I don't know. In our case, they come off "when Mr F tries to bite them off" and I can't gauge whether that's easy or hard to do because Mr F is like a 5-year-old version of The Hulk. He's super-strong, which, combined with his natural running and evasive abilities, makes him either the world's youngest/silliest superhero, or number 3 on the Packers' depth chart at running back already.
But I digress. The Xtreme Super Racer will drive and will keep on driving and will even do so with only three tires, that being the number of tires you have to use after Mr F bites one off and Sweetie takes it away because she's worried he'll swallow it even though it's pretty obvious he's only doing it to get Sweetie's goat and isn't really interested in eating the tire.
The Review By Mr F and Mr Bunches: Mr F seems to like the tire, but took no interest in the car itself beyond that. But, Mr F never takes any interest in any cars, so that's more of a statement on cars than a statement on the Xtreme Super Racer.
Mr Bunches' review is best summarized thusly:
That was taken the next morning, when I woke Mr Bunches up and he said "Car?" immediately, and I said he could play with the Xtreme Super Racer as soon as he got dressed and used the bathroom, which he did in record time to rush down and begin Xtreme Super Racing at 7:05 a.m.
Final Grade: A+.
But, a note: The Xtreme Super Car, while obviously a piece of high technology,
Friday, September 02, 2011
What the H? are guest posts from Middle Daughter. I thought she might enjoy writing things, you might enjoy reading them, and I might enjoy getting credit for posting things without working.
Today, Middle asks a question we'd all rather not have to answer.
We live in America! Says Middle. (What The H?)
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
(This was the 6th time around, I believe):
Sunday, August 28, 2011
So my cat Stormy Jett Risotto can be a pain in the ass sometimes. I love her to death, don’t get me wrong, but for the past eleven years she has also been a ROYAL pain. The reason why I say royal is for the simple fact that she does actually think and believe wholeheartedly that she is royalty. From the moment that we picked her out from the pet store she has been walking around with her nose in the air expecting the world to bow down at her paws.
Stormy is a cat that loves attention that is when she wants you to give her attention. If I were to pet her when she did not want this “said” attention the world will and sometimes does end.
Me: Hello Norm (a little nick name that I gave her) how was your day? (As I gently pet her head)
Stormy: MEEEEEOOOOOOOWWWWW! (What the hell are you doing? Who the hell do you think that you are?)
Me: Okay my bad have it your way.
Stormy: Meow! (That’s what I thought. Walk away.)
I love her, I do…But there comes a time when one thinks “seriously come on!”
One of those times comes when Stormy expects me to get up in the morning. I am not an early riser by any means, but I have to go to work early five days a week, so I get up really early on those days. I usually get up between four thirty and five thirty in the morning so to a certain extent Stormy is used to me getting up that early.
But in her mind, I’m not getting up to work, I'm getting up to pay full attention to her. Which means that on my days off if I am not up by at least six (yes, in the A.M) she flips out. She cries at the top of her little lungs as loud as she possibly can and when that doesn’t work she tries other methods to wake me up. She will claw at my closet door to try to use the noise of the scratching to wake me up, and she has even gone as far as hitting me with her paws. (All of these silly, and, yes, pathetic, attempts do wake me up, but I pretend they don’t because I just do not want to give into her terrorism.)
Or at least, ordinarily, I don’t let her know I’m awake. This morning, however, I gave in because her last effort was so weird that I had to at least see what was going on.
So it was a little before five this morning and my alarm was set to go off at five thirty and for the past hour Stormy had been all up in my face and everywhere in my room making a ruckus attempting to get me up and out of bed so I could talk to her but I was tired and I was going to wait until my alarm went off. I was laying there about to fall back asleep when I hear this loud bang in my kitchen. I open my eyes and I hear the noise again…..again…..again….and again.
OPENING AND SLAMMING MY KITCHEN CABINETS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What the H?