I miss my little budding-psychedelic-DIY-light-show-toy Lite Brite...oooh...and my Spin Art machine....a ooh and my Spirograph! Yea! I wanna make my next album cover from a Spirograph! Oh the physical world...the world of touch, the connection, the pleasure and the pain. I miss you too. Everyone's scared of getting their hands dirty these days. Let's get out the water hose spray down the lawn, make mud pies, sling dirt clods, hook up the Slip-N-Slide, fire off the water rockets that come down in a parachute, have Evel Knievel motorcycle races on someone's Yamaha 125, jump homemade ramps on our Huffy bikes with the big banana seats, climb that tree on the vacant corner lot where all the broken beer bottles are from the older kids hanging there at night, while I'm chasing fire flies and catching them and putting them in my jelly jar with some holes poked in the top made with a ball point pen...or hell...just smear the fire flies on my jeans so I glow in the dark for a few minutes....then we'll set up a tent in the back yard and get our flashlights, books, the PlaySkool record player and spin our 45's, eat strawberry and cinnamon Pop-Tarts until our parents tell us to shut up and go to sleep...but we don't. We quietly slide out our sleeping bags and star at the stars, make wishes, look for the big and little dipper and slowly fall asleep...

At least someone make an app for my Blackberry...I hear they have an Etch-A-Sketch one.