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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 4:19 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 5:15 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 5:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 8:30 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 9:09 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 16, 2010 9:42 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 12:33 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 1:49 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 3:26 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 7:32 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 10:13 am
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 3:40 pm
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Nexus Carbuncle Renard Muldrake AH ******** GOD YES. Furby's who the hell thought they were a good idead? GUH. Giant creepy eyes, & s**t. My reaction to them is also KILL IT WITH FIRE.
But not because they scare me; those little bastards are sooooo annoying. However, I could see how they would scare someone. Those little bastards and their bastardly b*****d stare of bastardhood, are right smack dab in the middle of the uncanny valley. ~*~
My first experience with a Furby was at a friend's house, and they whipped it out like it was the best thing ever. I was like, "o.O The ******** is that?" but went with it anyway because, well, perhaps it would be fun to play with. So she put it on the floor and it started rolling its eyes around and yelling and THEN, the batteries went low so its voice got all distorted and Vader-like, and its cute little "I'm going to get you" turned into "I'm going to get you and tie you up and slice you into fourteen pieces which I will then distribute among various deserted islands to be eaten by crabs." Six-year-old Dris was quite upset.
And OH. MY. GOD. PRIMMYPRIMPRIMPRIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
Where the hell did you and Toast go?
~*~
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 7:12 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 1:39 pm
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Den Dristige Djevelen Nexus Carbuncle Renard Muldrake AH ******** GOD YES. Furby's who the hell thought they were a good idead? GUH. Giant creepy eyes, & s**t. My reaction to them is also KILL IT WITH FIRE.
But not because they scare me; those little bastards are sooooo annoying. However, I could see how they would scare someone. Those little bastards and their bastardly b*****d stare of bastardhood, are right smack dab in the middle of the uncanny valley. ~*~
My first experience with a Furby was at a friend's house, and they whipped it out like it was the best thing ever. I was like, "o.O The ******** is that?" but went with it anyway because, well, perhaps it would be fun to play with. So she put it on the floor and it started rolling its eyes around and yelling and THEN, the batteries went low so its voice got all distorted and Vader-like, and its cute little "I'm going to get you" turned into "I'm going to get you and tie you up and slice you into fourteen pieces which I will then distribute among various deserted islands to be eaten by crabs." Six-year-old Dris was quite upset.
And OH. MY. GOD. PRIMMYPRIMPRIMPRIMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.
Where the hell did you and Toast go?
~*~ When they first came out, I made my parents buy me a furby for christmas cause I thought they were the cutest things ever. But then at one point the batteries went low, and my furby started talking gibberish. So I gave it the ol' smack to get it working right again, and its eyes rolled back and let out this piercing "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" for like 10 minutes flat and wouldn't stop even after I took the batteries out D: Eventually I just hucked it into wall to get it to shut up. Now whenever I turn the damn thing on it just sits there quietly staring and wiggling about when it sees me. Hell no. Never again....
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