Booby trapped!

Philip Morgan

Hovercraft!! Whoopie cushion!! Itching powder!! X-ray glasses!! Shocking handshake!!

Some of you will be old enough to remember the advertisements in the back of kids magazines selling the kinds of toys that--I guess?--appealed to kids in the 60's and 70's.

My grandparents had a cache of these in their mountain house, and on visits I remember drooling over these seemingly high-tech prizes.

Hovercraft!! Whoopie cushion!! Itching powder!! X-ray glasses!! Shocking handshake!!

I actually scraped together enough money to send in a few bucks in a self-addressed stamped envelope as instructed by one of these ads (for the hovercraft, OF COURSE), only to get the crushing reply a few weeks later that they no longer sold the item. The magazine was probably over 10 years old at that point. They did return my money.

You can't blame me for trying.

That was a time when the idea of booby trapping seemed very relevant and important. It just seemed like a normal, necessary life skill, right? Like, of course you're going to need to booby trap something at some point in life?

Ah, the mind of a 14-year old boy.

Here's what I might have grown up into had I kept the booby trap dream alive:

Gregory Rodvelt

This guy, an Oregon resident, literally booby-trapped his home to get one over on the PoPo.

This guy rigged up a bunch of booby traps: steel animal traps in his minivan, a round hot tub set up to roll downhilll and I guess crush you to death?, a half-finished rat-trap-shotgun-shell booby trap, and a completely finished wheelchair-shotgun-shell booby trap.

The one FBI agent who got shot in the leg by the wheelchair-shotgun-shell booby trap is probably going to be fine. The article describing the whole hair-brained situation is interesting:

While I'm sharing interesting reads, check out this one:

It's an interesting perspective on why large companies seem to move so slowly on technology issues.