For a lark, the girlfriend gave me this manual water game gadget. It's been placed on the desk within easy reach. Oddly, I've been picking it up quite a bit. Not out of boredom, but pushed by a real desire to tinkle with it.
It's no sophisticated toy. But it's brainless fun. In a way, it's kinda welcome to play a manual game where there isn't any sort of backlight or fear that the battery runs out. Best of all, it doesn't make any sounds. I play video games and whatnots with the beeps, shrieks and theme songs muted, and in absolute silence. Zombies are ideally slayed that way too.
As a kid, I was into toys of course. I loved M.A.S.K and Transformers. I liked those western bar thingies you play on a handheld. But I outgrew them for Doom and DND. Then you get the nonsensical Angry Birds and stuff like that. I've long forgotten about manual games. Okay, nerf guns not included in the reminiscing.
I've been late for pilates class twice because I was so immersed in turning it upside down, left right out, shaking it and whatnots, trying to get the maximum number of rings into the 2 posts. It's ridiculous how long a simple handheld device can occupy me. Well, unlike the story the photo tells, the device doesn't belong to my bear. It's MINE. I'm quite addicted to it not because of a lack of things to do. It's just...old skool fun.