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shamanicshayminOn April 12, 2012, it was announced that Hasbro will be making a new line of Furbies, which will be released in September of 2012.
Confession Time: I used to love Furbies. As in, I was completely obsessed with them. I had two: Mee-Mee (Gray with black polka-dots and pink stomach) and Toh-Moh (a tiger one) and a red McDonald's one with a lime-green that I can't remember what the hell I named, if at all. I decided to make them children and families out of cotton-balls. I'd color the balls with marker, draw and color and cut out the parts, then glue them onto the body. I made children, grandchildren, brothers and sisters... I had a gigantic extended Furby family, you could say. And they all showed up on the couch on my eleventh birthday (to my joy), the same fateful surprise party where I received my copy of "Pokemon Blue."
My family put up with me and my love for Furbies. My parents complained about them, my relatives wanted them silenced, and my sister hated them. First the Tamagotchi craze (I even had a couple GigaPets and a Talking Nano), then the Furbies. I used to talk to them constantly.
Nowadays... Furbies remind me of robotic mutant owl eulogy statues. (If you don't know what eulogy statues are... look up Zelda: Majora's Mask. And stay far far away from a series of YouTube videos about a boy called "BEN")
What is my life, and why did I have such horrible tastes as a kid? I think all my Furbies are still stored away in a box somewhere. Like Tribbles, but Uncanny Valley. *hedgehog hiss forever*
Confession Time: I used to love Furbies. As in, I was completely obsessed with them. I had two: Mee-Mee (Gray with black polka-dots and pink stomach) and Toh-Moh (a tiger one) and a red McDonald's one with a lime-green that I can't remember what the hell I named, if at all. I decided to make them children and families out of cotton-balls. I'd color the balls with marker, draw and color and cut out the parts, then glue them onto the body. I made children, grandchildren, brothers and sisters... I had a gigantic extended Furby family, you could say. And they all showed up on the couch on my eleventh birthday (to my joy), the same fateful surprise party where I received my copy of "Pokemon Blue."
My family put up with me and my love for Furbies. My parents complained about them, my relatives wanted them silenced, and my sister hated them. First the Tamagotchi craze (I even had a couple GigaPets and a Talking Nano), then the Furbies. I used to talk to them constantly.
Nowadays... Furbies remind me of robotic mutant owl eulogy statues. (If you don't know what eulogy statues are... look up Zelda: Majora's Mask. And stay far far away from a series of YouTube videos about a boy called "BEN")
What is my life, and why did I have such horrible tastes as a kid? I think all my Furbies are still stored away in a box somewhere. Like Tribbles, but Uncanny Valley. *hedgehog hiss forever*
