Have you ever wanted to know the time? Now, have you ever wanted to figure out the time? I'm not talking about one of those tricky analog clocks. You know, the kind with the hands. Remembering that 5 is actually 25 may take you a little while to learn when you're six years old. Well, now you relive those magical days of feeling clueless when you look that the clock with this handy device: it's a clock that tells the time using a series of colored lights that change positions to indicate the numbers on display.I'm sure it only takes the adult human a few years to finally get the hang of using this device. And I'm equally certain that the rewarding value of being able to correctly identify a system of random lights as being time for lunch is tremendous. Of course, to get to that point, you first need to throw away every other time-keeping device in your house so that you can really focus on learning the ins and outs of this machine instead of just chucking it in the trash and looking at your watch, cell phone, computer screen, real clock, sundial, etc...
I think this was designed by someone who used to be a dungeon master. It must provoke the a sense of nerdy superiority in people to be able to tell the time while everyone else is baffled by your pretty lights that is very similar to being the head nerd at a Dungeons & Dragons table and being the only one who knows exactly how many hit points a two-headed dung dragon should have. And if that's what makes you happy, I say it's time to pony up the dough for this reject from "Land of the Lost."
2 comments:
That is an experiment waiting to be conducted. I could track learning. It would be so fun!
Nice blog; I especially liked the phrase "two-headed dung dragon."
If I ever wanted to figure out the time, I'd go outside and look at the sun*.
One might think that the idea of being able to tell time from something so abstract as this colored-lights contraption is a sign of smarts, intellect, grownuppedness. This is far from true. This so-called clock is, in fact, designed to appeal to one's inner child. Apparently, a few people never outgrow being enthralled by a flashing, blinking, colorful panorama. Most of us do by age seven, though. That's why Mister Rogers' house had a flashing traffic light, and the Playboy Mansion does not. Yes, that's right, I just used the Playboy Mansion as an "adult" contrast to Mister Rogers' house. Time to feed the fish!
*Not directly into it, of course. I've heard that's harmful.
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