Obscure Object of Desire: Heat-Seeking NERF Vulcan

The genesis of inventor Rick Prescott’s infrared seeking Sentinel (a.k.a. “Dilbert’s Revenge”) from the man himself, via makezine.com:

An idea sparked in my mind one day while walking the toy gun isle in a store with my kid and later that evening learning of the workings of a thermopile array while surfing the internet. The result is this infrared seeking sentinel which joins a realistically priced infrared sensor to a realistically operatable Nerf® machine gun to create a slightly less deadly yet still highly deterring automated machine. Personally I have grand plans to deploy the infrared seeking sentinel facing the entrance of my work cubical in order to speed interaction with less desirable visitors.

The genesis of inventor Rick Prescott’s infrared seeking Sentinel (a.k.a. “Dilbert’s Revenge”) from the man himself, via makezine.com: An idea sparked in my mind one day while walking the toy gun isle…

Toys of My Youth: Mattel M-16 Marauder

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It was way back when I was a kid too young to concern myself with adult worries like Vietnam, counter culture, and gun violence. It was Christmas, and all I…

Saturday Evening Post: Mattel Shootin’ Shell 45s!

A blast (no pun intended) from the past, from back in the day, when it was socially acceptable to be a kid that liked cool toys, guns, and things that make loud noises. Sadly, toys like these (and the commercials that sell them) have largely suffered the same politically correct fate that befell the tobacco industry. (Disclosure: I’m not a smoker – never have been. And I hate cigarette smoke. But it’s a great analogy.) Enjoy.

A blast (no pun intended) from the past, from back in the day, when it was socially acceptable to be a kid that liked cool toys, guns, and things that…

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Jack Kerouac Can Bite Me.

I’m on the road again, picking up my all-too-distant offspring for her summer vacation. Along the way, I came across this truck stop display. I’ve known a lot of truckers…

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Bang, Bang . . . You’re Dead.

When I was a kid, I had what I guess you’d call a good childhood. Two parents that loved me. Good school. Three squares a day. The usual. A big…

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