To anyone who was blackmailed into buying one of these for Christmas 98: do your kids still play with it? Did it achieve a level of parrotting that seems like intelligence?
Or was it simply the fad gift that was forgotten after a month and is scrunched in the back corner of the toybox?
Judges 14:9 - So [Samson] scraped the honey into his hands and went on, eating as he went. When he came to his father and mother, he gave some to them and they ate it; but he did not tell them that he had scraped the honey out of the body of the lion.
My two spoiled cousins got these in '98 and brought them to the family Xmas. I must say I thought they were the stupidest, biggest waste of money that I’d ever seen. I had no interest in them and I’m not sure if the girls did either, other than the fact that they were the “hot” item.
I hate the little f**kers myself. Wife got one for Christmas too. Seems she forgot all about it, and every now and then I take my son’s radio-controlled tank and run over the damn thing.
So far, it’s withstood everything. I’m about to take it to an empty lot in our housing development and see what a 6-iron will do.
My little sister got a furby. Here’s basically how it went.
Sister: I want a dog! I want a dog! I want a dog! I’ll stop pestering you forever if I get a dog!
{gets a dog.}
Sister: …
Sister: I want a furby! I want a furby! I want a furby! I’ll stop pestering you!
{gets a furby}
Sister: …
Furby: BZZZZZ I love you etc.
Sister: Don’t touch the furby! I want it to stay sleeping, because if it wakes up, it’ll make a lot of noise. (I swear to god she said this.)
Me: Ummm…doesn’t that kind of defy the whole point of owning a furby?
Sister: No. They’re still cuddly, even without batteries.
Okay, I don’t know how many of you have seen Furbies, but underneath the ½ - inch synthetic fur, they’re about as cuddly as a rock. Good riddance that they’re not popular anymore.
This brings to mind a comic I saw last Christmas (forgot which one.) It had a furby in the background in a limosine (sp?) drinking champagne. Meanwhile, there is cabbage patch kid and a Tickle me Elmo (and maybe someone else, I forgot), looking like bums, saying "Let’s see where me fancy-pants Furby is next Christmas!
We bought one of these things for each of our kids (four in total) because they all proclaimed that if we didn’t get these toys for them, they would all die slow painful deaths. I think they played with them for about a week. All four of them are now buried in their various toy boxes, completely forgotten. The only toys we bought them that is still played with on a regular basis is the Playstation and the Gameboy. I guess I should have just bought them video games instead.
I hate them! Noisy, annoying little buggers that talk among themselves at the slightest provocation, jibber and jabber and sing meaningless songs and cost far too damn much money! I rate them right along in my hate list with Beanie Babies, Cabbage Patch Dolls and ‘limited edition collectable Barbie.’
That site is horrible! If you hadn’t told me what it was for I would have had no idea. The site gives just about zero clue as to its purpose, and why we should read anything.
So far, it’s withstood everything. I’m about to take it to an empty lot in our housing development and see what a 6-iron will do.
Bluepony, I found out what happens if they are dropped after sitting atop a box being carried down some stairs and they hit concrete and bounce a few times…they emit a piercing squeal that you’ll NOT forget! I had to put mine to sleep…
