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JD
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posted December 13, 2007 08:52 PM
Legos — they're not just for good kids anymore.
A book written by two former employees of the Danish plastic-brick giant is burning up the Amazon.com sales charts — and raising eyebrows on the other side of the Atlantic.
"Forbidden LEGO: Build the Models Your Parents Warned You Against" was published in August by No Starch Press, a small independent publishing house based in San Francisco.
Its authors, Ulrik Pilegaard and Mike Dooley, both worked at the Lego Mindstorms robotics division before leaving to join an independent robotics firm.
"You'll learn to create working models that LEGO would never endorse," the book's page on the publisher's Web site promises. "Try your hand at a toy gun that shoots LEGO plates, a candy catapult, a high voltage LEGO vehicle, a continuous-fire ping-pong ball launcher, and other useless but incredibly fun inventions."
Americans have embraced the idea in stride, putting the title at No. 244 on the Web retailer's book-sales chart as of midday Thursday. But in Britain, the constantly hysterical press added the book onto its ever-growing pile of Things That Threaten Society.
"Lego is set to turn slightly more sinister with the launch of an unofficial book that teaches children how to make weapons out of the iconic plastic bricks," warned London's Evening Standard.
The Daily Telegraph dubbed the tome "the Anarchist Cookbook of the nursery" and stated with some authority that it was "topping the Santa Claus wish list for naughty children and their parents all over the world."
A commenter on ThisIsLondon.co.uk, which houses the Evening Standard's online content, sarcastically took the sensationalism even further.
"This is a very dangerous idea," he wrote with tongue firmly in cheek. "Kids could make atomic bombs out of Lego, and just think what would happen if some Islamic terrorist get hold of a copy. The possibilities are terrifying."
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CindyTraps
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posted December 14, 2007 06:32 AM
That is crazy, next there will be weapons in schools like this and no one will ever know until it is to late, just stupid.
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JD
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posted December 14, 2007 02:47 PM
I`m afraid that someday one of these fools will find out that some of us had bb gun fights & played with cap guns & shot real guns at rabbits & the like when we were kids & they`ll have us locked up in the nut house or sent to prison because we are a threat to society.
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posted December 14, 2007 03:23 PM
BB gun fights......
that brings back some memories. We had the infamous RedRiders. I saved up some money and finally bought a pump up Crossman pistol. After extensive testing we figured out that the closest we could get to the Red Rider velocity was about one pump of the pistol, so with that limitation I was allowed to use my pistol in the wars. Of course I thought if one pump was good, three would be better. My first victim was running straight away when I fired. All shots had to be kept below the waist, and thats where I was aiming, but by the way he dropped and flopped around like a dying rabbit I was pretty sure that I had hit him in the back of the head and killed him outright. After some checking it was determined that my bb had hit the left ass cheek where I was aiming, the problem was that it had penetrated flesh about a quarter inch. So in order to keep us all out trouble and from receiving some sincere displine we performed the sugery ourselves with tweezers, a pocket knife, and some peroxide. The surgery went fine, although the patient sat funny for a few days we stayed out of trouble and the patient survived. I'm sure he still has a decent scar from the incidient but he doesn't bring it up too often. Another time my cousin (the one now in prison) had barracaded himself in the hayloft of the barn and had the upper hand on us. He was free to shoot us at will from the windows and doors in the hayloft and we couldn't figure a way to overtake him. A couple M80s (the real ones) solved the problem and as he cleared the barn he was gunned down by everyone he had shot. Maybe thats why he never was quite right after that.
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posted December 14, 2007 03:47 PM
Couldn't bounce 'em off the roof at him in that loft I guess? Had a similar deal once with a guy in a tree house. But I got the angle figured and started shooting through the window and bouncing them off the ceiling into him. Then everybody started doing it. With all of us nailing the crap out of him, he started screaming like a woman child and "tried" to surrender. He still doesn't think that was funny.
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Paul Melching
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posted December 15, 2007 07:04 AM
My fondest memory was digging one out of my belly next to my navel,delivered by my older brother he gave me till three to run I never took my eyes off him , he shot as I slowly backed up. He had a strange sense of humor. we did have fun in the bbgun wars.
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posted December 15, 2007 07:55 AM
Those BB gun stories are great!
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Leonard
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posted December 15, 2007 08:18 AM
I wonder if my brother's fondest memory is the time I damned near blew him up? He stood there blinking, black face like Wiley Coyote, eyes big as saucers.
You guys all wore safety goggles, right?
Good hunting. LB
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JD
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posted December 15, 2007 08:52 AM
Damn Cal, you had a Crossman pistol!? You`re the MAN!!
I remember as many as 8 of us boys in a war at one time, good times.
I remember a few times when blood was drawn as a child but the worst time was when I was in my early 20s, we had one of those c02 powered pistols & way too much beer.
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Paul Melching
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posted December 15, 2007 11:52 AM
Leonard
I made a bazooka once almost blew everybody up including me. we played a little cowboys and injuns. cowboys had bb guns and injuns had bows with the suction cup arrows ,Injuns won after a friend launched an arrow into his brothers eye. man he was ugly for a couple of weeks.we never had saftey glasses the rule was below the waist or at least the shoulders.contrary to most mothers fears nobody ever lost an eye.
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Leonard
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posted December 15, 2007 12:25 PM
Yeah, Paul. I'm no Nanny, but I can imagine some of those rim shots through the window don't always hit below the waist. Way back when, slingshots with marbles (or rocks) was the prefered weapon in my little group. Damn! We were viscious little bastards, huh? LB
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Cdog911
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posted December 15, 2007 06:49 PM
BB guns, hell. My brother, me, and our friends were into full blown artillery.
This was back in our younger days (I was about 10, I think) when pop cans were still made of real steel. We'd take four cans, with the tops and bottoms cut out of two, one with the top cut out and the bottom, with triangular holes punched around it using an old beer can opener ( the pry kind from back in "the day"). On the fourth can, we would punch corresponding holes around the top, then punch a single triangular hole in the side wall right at the bottom line. Taping them together with dad's black electrical tape gave us a pretty neat mortar tube about 2-feet long. Next, we'd drop a tennis ball down the bore, and fill the bottom can with a good squirt of lighter fluid we stole from dad's stash of "fun stuff". Then, we'd aim the aptly named "tennis ball cannon" at whatever or whoever we wanted to shoot it at, and hold a match over that hole in the aside of the bottom can.
WUMP!
It would shoot that ball a half a city block.
One day, we made six "cannons" because we'd managed to scrounge up six tennis balls from one of my buddy's parent's stuff. (The rec board had just built the first tennis courts in our home town and it was all the rage). We divided into two "teams" and flipped for who "owned" which side of our street. Each team was given three cannons and three tennis balls. By mutual agreement, we figured for each shot we made, we'd be shot at eventually, so it only stood to reason that we would never run out of ammo. No hoarding was allowed.
My brother and I were on the same side, and we got a bright idea. Why hold the cannon? During the ramp up to total warfare, Brad ran out back and stripped the training wheels off our little sister's bike, and we mounted them to the sides of our cannon with a single long bolt through the barrel, just ahead of the second can in the stack. That was about the last bright idea we had that day, because we somehow thought we would make our stand from the front porch of our house. Never mind the big picture window right behind us, ya know.
When the first volley came and went, we got another not so bright idea - one that caught on all across the battlefield. We took our cannonball tennis ball and soaked it with lighter fluid before shoving it down the muzzle. When we fired that next round, that tennis ball went sailing across the street and into the neighbor's front yard in a blaze of glory - it's fuzz all afire. Of course, everyone's reaction to that was the same... COOL! Except for my mom.
At or about the second or third volley of flaming tennis balls across the street, mom comes traipsing out the front door to find this flaming ball of green fuzz coming right at her. I can still hear her blood curdling scream as she ducked and ran for cover. The ball bounced off the new steel siding on our house, narrowly missing that front window and leaving a little smudge of a burning wet spot on the wall.
At that point, my brother and I found ourselves unconditionally surrendering to the third "team" on the battlefield - the "Enraged Mothers". As I recall, it was one of the few times she ever laid a hand on us, and to say she slapped the crap out of both of us would have been an understatement. Gawd, was she ever pissed off. Meanwhile, while mom is doing the blitzkrieg thing on Brad and me, our friends have simply disappeared into thin air, their smoldering cannons abandoned where they sat.
She took away our cannons, BB guns, sling shots and every other implement of childhood warfare that she could think of. For a good long time, too.
But, we improvised. Not a month later, my best friend and I were playing "war" using pampass grass spears. I hit him in the left temple, about a half inch from his eye. He started screaming. His mom, who worked for my mom at the time, came out of the sewing shop we had in our backyard with my mom close behind. That was a bad day, because when my mom got done slapping the crap outta me, she turned his mom loose on me, too.
Did you know you can put yer eye out with a blade of grass?
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posted December 17, 2007 08:35 PM
Sling shot loaded with a marble!! You ain't looking to put an eye out. You're playing for keeps!
Anyone ever play with a potato launcher? How bout one of the waterballon slingshots loaded with an egg? You can send an egg about 4 blocks via air mail!! If you can get them to stay together on initial launch.
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posted December 17, 2007 10:16 PM
Ahhh, Marbles!!! I have a homemade 'Wrist Rocket' type slingshot with a 60# draw weight and a long power stroke due to a 14 inch overdraw. At 20 yards it will fold a jackrabbit in half.
I have to wonder if anyone at The Daily Telegraph has ever even read The Anarchist Cookbook. (Hint; It's a chemistry book) This evil Leggo book sounds more like a gradeschool Poor Man's James Bond.
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