Christmas is only in a week!
Better get shopping in a few days!
Hah, it’s funny when you wait with your Christmas shopping until the last minute. Every year I’ve waited till the 20th or so – usually because of payday proximity, and when I’m wandering around the last weekend before Crimmas, I see the guys with desperate looks on their faces running around and looking worried and stressed. Looks like their kids aren’t getting Dora the Explora this year, they’re getting Nora the Globetrotter or some pathetic alternative.
The Magic Sand bottle. Wow, holy phallic, Batman!
Awww, trust me, the kids won’t know the difference. Or maybe don’t trust me, since I don’t have kids nor do I know what kids like. Aren’t the 5-15 year olds into Texas Instruments calculators these days?
When I was a kid I just wanted world peace. And Magic Sand. Remember Magic Sand? I bet you don’t, you’re all young and hip people while I am old and curmudgeonly and have always had simple, borderline-retarded desires.
I eventually got the magic sand. It was a bit of a disappointment, and people in the middle east still killed each other. I guess no one was happy that year.
I loved Magic Sand too! I think I was mesmorized by the bottle, but I am also old and curmudgeonly, so maybe you have a point.
The Magic Sand was introduced to the shag carpet in our rec room, which resulted in Magic Ants, and the opposite of world peace at my house.
Is magic sand the same thing as sand in the bottle “art”? Different colors of sand layered in a glass bottle to supposedly look like something cool. I think some of these things are making a comeback.
“Aren’t the 5-15 year olds into Texas Instruments calculators these days?”
My seven-year-old daughter won some math contest in her class yesterday. She wanted to know about a reward, so I told her I’d get her a slide rule. She asked what it was and I told her that it was a little tool to help you do math. She got so excited. She talked about it all evening.
Now, I’m at an interesting crossroad: do I not get her a slide rule, and ruin her dreams and hopes with soul-crushing disappointment, or do I get her a slide rule, and ruin her dreams and hopes with soul-crushing disappointment?
Now it’s something called Moon Sand. Supposed to make Play-dough look like kids stuff.
Magic Sand? Isn’t that the name of some 70′s hallucinogen?
Do I remember Magic Sand? What? Did I live in a cave? What the hell kind of question is that!? Of COURSE I remember Magic Sand! My whole life was centered around Magic Sand! I went apeshit bonkers for that shit! I slept with the bottle cradled in my tiny arms. I wrote songs about it. It was my everything.
The only magic sand I’m interested in is quicksand because I have a list of people I’d like to sink in it. As a Brit I don’t know what the hell magic sand is but it sounds….magic. And stimulating. And grainy.
I’m soooooo jealous!! I begged (BEGGED) for Magic Sand every Christmas but never got any. My friend got some though and called me up to his house to try it, and was it as cool as the commercial? Hell no. But I still wanted some. I just updated my list to Santa to include a stripper pole in addition to the maid, money, PacMan game and dreadlocked singer I asked for. Maybe I ought to update it again? Or, better yet, go visit one of those mall Santas, sit on his lap and say “I’d like a stripper pole and some Magic Sand, please”. Think that would go over well?
Nora the Globetrotter… LOL. You crack me up.
p.s. I LOVED Magic Sand but I never actually had it… I always had to go over to friends’ houses that had them and let me have my sympathy sand.
I don’t remember magic sand. Maybe they just market it in areas of lower scoolastic aptitude like slime and silly putty.
magic sand? It does look rather, suggestive.