You know, I’ve never before felt the need for a green laser pointer, but now …
From kryptonite2’s link, a pointer that has a range of 14,000 feet! Who wouldn’t want a laser that can shine almost three miles?!?
I also want an absurdly expensive kung fu broadsword. While I do in fact know how to use one, I can’t imagine that I’ll be going to war with the Mongol Hordes any time soon. I think that qualifies as useless.
I have a cell phone. I have a Palm. I have an MP3 player.
What I want is a combination of all three. They have Palm-phones and Palm-MP3 players and cell phone-MP3 players, but no one’s made the leap to all three yet. I give it a year.
Also, I want a wooden ring. I don’t know why, but I’ve wanted one for years.
I don’t just want a green laser pointer. I want a green ** laser level** pointer. It doesn’t even have to be green. You stick it on the wall and it points these perfectly level beams in all sorts of directions. Well, mostly horizontal and vertical, I suppose. But level, perfectly, level. How great would that be for doing wallpaper, shelving, hanging pictures, wallpaper borders, hanging other stuff, like shelves and pictures and wallpaper and stuff? The possibilities are endless. I need one.
I want programme’s from the 1972 British show “Hulla Baloo” and the Russian show “Rock and Roll At Dawn.” Two of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s most obscure.
I once saw a CD called “Julian Lloyd Webber plays Benjamin Britten Folk Songs,” but didn’t have the money to buy it. When I went back to the store, it was gone and I’ve never seen another copy. I wish now I had used my bank card. DAMN!
As for what I want, hell. A pizza’d do me right about now. And a set of lockpicks. I second having the ability to start fire with my mind. And a neon Molson Canadian beer sign. A hideously expensive entertainment centre. A urinal in my home. A fully stocked forge/smithy. And some other stuff that I can’t remember right now.
But I really don’t want a green laser pointer. I’d point it at things for a few minutes, sure, but then I’d get bored and play with fire or something.
Dear Santa,
I have been a very good girl this year. Which you probably know, since you’ve been keeping such a close eye on me, and know when I’m sleeping, and when I’m awake, and so on. In light of my extraordinary goodness, I would like to request the following toys for my stocking:
A new job. A fun one, please, not like the stupid, crappy one the Easter Bunny gave me.
A new car. Nothing against the old one, except… well, it’s getting quite old now, and I’m a little concerned that it’s going to fall to pieces. You understand, Santa - you wouldn’t want an old sleigh, right?
A big bunch of money. Enough that I could pay off my student loans, and not have to worry about bill collectors coming to take away all my earthly posessions, and then have lots left over.
a vacation.
Thank you in advance for your generosity!
Love, Kn*ckers
P.S.: I know these were supposed to be useless things, but I couldn’t think of any of those, and I wanted to play, too. Please forgive me.