2nd April, 2009 - Toys I Remember #9

The blackboard took a bit of beating when I was about 10. Usually, it would become the intricate instrument panel of a spaceship. Sometimes I still think about contacting NASA with some of my more interesting theories about the way that a Space Shuttle cabin should be laid out.
But the thing I really remember about the blackboard is the way that powdered chalk smells on a duster; it is the crack cocaine of childhood.
Not that I take crack cocaine now that I am an adult. Cheesy biscuits are the crack cocaine of adulthood. Which leaves me with an awkward question – if chalky dusters are the crack cocaine of childhood, and cheesy biscuits are the crack cocaine of adulthood, when am I actually going to take crack cocaine. Presumably, until I actually do take crack cocaine, you are unlikely to take my metaphors very seriously, untested as they are by the crucible of experience.

Perhaps i will get the crack pipe out in my dotage, as I sit in the nursing how. But if I do, I may discover that the comparison with dusters and cheese was inept. All my work on this blog will have been worthless, and I will die miserable.
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