Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Ode to Joes. (L)

Joe was your average, well, Joe. He worked hard for the money and didn’t ask any questions. The kind of guy you see driving the old Chevy truck down the 407. You don’t ask him where’s he’s going, you don’t even give him a second glance. Burly kind of fellow who likes his beer cold and his onion cheeseburger hot of the grill. Guys like Joe come a dime a dozen. They come and go as they please and they disappear into the night. If you asked Joe where he came from, he would simply grunt and give his beer another sip. Strong silent type. Not a care in the world. Just the smirk on his face, and a cigar pack wedged into the back pocket of his navy blue work overalls. Seems like a no body, but guys like Joe keep our world running. They work in our oil refiners. In our shipping docks. In our forests and in our farms. You may even see them in your city, picking up your garbage. Building that new condo and fixing that old fence. They eat and they sleep. The come. And they go. You see them once and their gone. They are the back bone of our country. To all the Joes in the world -- thank you.

Suger! (D)



Annie was a sugar fiend

She’d eat and eat till she turned green

Her favorite snacks were lollypops

She brushed her teeth with candy drops.


Cookies, cupcakes, donuts too

She’d have a dozen, maybe two.

All she earned she spent on sweets

On biscuits, gummies, and on treats.

Coke and Pepsi, lemonade

“where’s all the money that you made?”

“In my tummy,” she’d reply.

Singing her sugar lullaby.

When oh when will Annie learn?

When her waste is a balloon?

When she cannot walk or stand?

When she cannot reach or bend?

When each tooth will have a hole?

Instead of walking she will roll!

To the dentist! To the gym!

To the pool to swim! Swim! Swim!

Rachel Supermarket Narrative #2




Yawn, stretch, fall back asleep
But tummy grumbles, time to eat
I rub my eyes and brush my teeth
Fluff my pillow, fold my sheets

No one’s home no need to dress
Toss slippers on, leave hair a mess
Do nothing more and nothing less
It’s the weekend, I get to rest

Down the stairs and past the den
I’m getting into my morning Zen
The clock reads only 7:10
My tummy grumbles once again

Good God! The kitchen looks like hell!
The floor is sticky, what’s that smell?
The kids have done this, I can tell
I see their shoe prints and hair gel

Bowls dirty in the sink
Crusty plates push me to the brink
Cupboards bare, no tea to drink
Without caffeine I cannot think!

I scratch my head, sigh heavily
Ok now I have to pee
Go to wipe, there’s no TP
Goddamn my lazy family!

All I want’s my tea and toast
With sugar, milk; a pack of smokes
I grab my wallet, I grab my coat
To market I must go

I grab the wheel, turn the key
I’m listing all the things I need
When I’m mad, I tend to speed
Especially since I have yet to eat

Crookedly I park my car
Cranky now, I grab a cart
I head inside the Food-O-Mart
My grocery shopping, I do start

So much for my Saturday
With kids this is the price to pay
Cook and clean no time to play
Maybe when I’m old and gray.

Rachel Supermarket Narrative #1



Carmel Jane and Candice Jones
Just can’t leave their sweet teeth alone
Chocolate, gummies, sweets galore
You’d think they own a candy store

Breakfast is 3 cups of juice
Followed by caramelized fruit
Dipped in yoghurt for some flare
And no! The sugar won’t end there

Snack time comes at 10:13
Syrupy biscuits and Chocó creams
Schogetten chocolate and gummy bears
Candy wrappers rip and tear

Bright red Smarties, they do yearn
It helps them focus, helps them learn
Add, subtract and long divide
Twelve, eat seven, left is five

Hazel, pea and coconuts
Almond cake yet to be cut
Kit Kat Minis on to munch
All this makes a solid lunch

Now for dinner, what to eat?
Rich dark chocolate’s quite the treat
Stacked 6 feet high upon a plate
It’s the leaning tower of After Eight’s!

Bedtime stories, brush the teeth
Wash away those cavities
Climb in bed, its time to dream
Of more chocolate bars and candy creams!

Friday, February 23, 2007

Thursday, February 22, 2007

yana, receipt stories

Receipt Story #2
























Receipt Story #4 (same receipt)
I can’t eat anymore rice. Rice for breakfast, rice for lunch.. “Oh, darling, don’t forget your lunch! It’s rice with korma today!”… rice for dinner! I can’t stand it anymore! I see my other friends, they had sandwiches for lunch, they have burgers, they have pizza. And you know what my mom says on this? “Oh, darling, they all are going to get fat when they grow up.” So, she never spares change for me so I can buy a slice of pizza for myself. Well, but sometimes I see these white kids who never tried our delicious rice and I sell my lunch, well, I trade actually, with their lunches. Damn, do they love it. They say it’s tastiest rice dish they ever ate! Well, it’s Afghan rice, what do you want! We prepare it differently then let’s say Indians cook, or Pakistani people, and I’m not even talking about Chinese rice. Chinese rice is always so sticky and thick. If you ever saw our rice, when it’s cooked, it’s like an inch long! And it’s never EVER sticky! “It’s like when you eat it, you don’t feel full at all. Give me more! Give me more!” my friend Gorge once told me when I invited him over. But damn, am I sick of this rice! I love it and all but can my mom cook something different once in a while!?!?!

exercise 4

Exercise 4


C. 1)
I am a serious caffeine addict. My hands start shaking every two hours without coffee. My doctor told me to quit coffee, tea, iced tea, coffee cake, and anything else that contains caffeine if I want to stop shivering. It’s been only two weeks since I tried to quit. But it’s like quitting smoking. It’s not easy. It’s crazily difficult. Every time I pass a coffee shop, I start to shake. I start to hallucinate in the middle of the street. I can see myself sitting in my couch by the window, holding my lovely coffee mug with my favourite tea biscuit, and relaxing in the beautiful scent of coffee. I decided to avoid the coffee shop, and found a different route to school. At first, it seemed to be somewhat working.
During class today, I realized that I forgot my handsaw at home. I needed it to do my in-class project. During break, I went to a supermarket nearby to get a cheap handsaw. I grabbed a cheapest handsaw, and turned the corner to go to the cashier. Then what do I see? A whole isle occupied by my favourite coffee set! And guess what? They were on sale!! 90%!!! They were only $1.95!!!! Plus, my favourite tea biscuits are waving at me on the opposite isle, smiling, and saying, “come get me! Come get me”! My string of perseverance just snapped that second. I ran, grabbed, ran again, paid, ran out of the supermarket, holding coffee, coffee creamer, tea biscuits, and a handsaw in my hand, and ran back to school.
That night, I sat in my couch, holding my lovely coffee mug, with my favourite tea biscuit murmuring, “you impatient fool! I cannot believe that I did this! Oh this is so good. I just can’t believe this. I’m a failure! I’m so hopeless. I’ll quit for sure next time. Right after I finish this cup. Oh I’m such a loser! I just can’t…”

C. 2)
After lunch, mom realized that we were out of coffee. She needed coffee to stay awake that night because she needed to bring grandma from the airport, and the plane was arriving late. Mom gave me five dollars, and told me to go to the supermarket in front of our house, and buy a cup of coffee, coffee creamer, and tea biscuit. I went to the supermarket, and found the coffee isle. Immediately, I realized that there were hundred kinds of coffee. Does she want Decaf? Cappuccino? Espresso? Hazelnut? Vanilla hazelnut? Columbian? Irish? What?? I came back to the house and knocked on the door. Mom came out and asked, “Where is the coffee?” I said, “I don’t know what kind you want.” She told me to get a red label one, so I went back to the market. I grabbed the coffee, and went to the refrigerator. There were many kinds of coffee creamer as well. There were 8%, 10%, 30%, light, and more. I went back to the house and asked what kind of cream she wants. She said “get a 8% one.” So I went back to the market, grabbed the coffee with red label, 8% coffee cream, and went to get a tea biscuit. There were many tea biscuits too. Why do they have so many kinds of everything? There were plain, butter, cheese, ham, ham and cheese, raisin, blueberry, and et cetera. I went back to the house. Mom was slightly irritated. I said what kind of tea biscuit she wants. She said get anything, and that she doesn’t care. Then she added, “Oh, get a handsaw as well. Dad needed it.” So I went back, and got the coffee with red label, 8% coffee cream, and a plain tea biscuit, and went to the tools isle. There were hundreds of handsaws. For the fourth time I went back home, more irritated than ever. She finally yelled. “I said I don’t care! Just get anything!” So I went back to the market, for the fifth time, and grabbed the coffee with red label, 8% coffee cream, a plain tea biscuit, and a handsaw that was hanging in the middle, and went to the cashier. The total was $7.72. I screamed in my head, oh my dear God!! She didn’t give me enough money for the damn handsaw!!!

H. 1)
My family was staying at Grandma’s for few weeks, because it was Grandpa’s birthday soon. The day we arrived, Grandma and I went to the supermarket. We decided to bake a cake for Grandpa so we needed ingredients. First we got two instant coffees for my parents, and two orange juices because there was nothing to drink at her house except water. Then we bought eggs, margarine, macaroni, cookies and buttermilk dessert. She bought assorted muesli too because Grandpa was having a digestion problem. His doctor recommended them because they had lots of fibres. Then we got a wrapping paper to wrap the presents, and garden gloves because grandma needed them for her garden. She said she’s been growing all kinds of different vegetables, and she would pick them for the birthday dinner. I can’t wait till the birthday party!


H. 2)
Oh my god, 5 pounds? In a week? Why?
I was in shock.
Why does this always happen? Every time I go on a diet, I gain more weight.
What did I eat? I thought I avoided food enough. All I've been consuming for this week is three litres of orange juice! Is it because it was pulp free?
What did I eat? Hmm..…..I had two rice crackers yesterday that I bought for dad...He didn't want them...And I couldn't throw them away!
What else?.…..Oh yeah I had some coffee last night I went shopping for wrapping papers and garden gloves...That had some sugar in it...I should've put artificial sweeteners instead of sugar...
Hmm.…..Oh right...I had some cookies too...that I bought for mom...But so what? All I've been eating for last few days were assorted muesli! That rabbit food...
Umm...Well, for breakfast today, I had eggs and macaroni soaked in margarine...I knew I should've got non-fat or light margarine...But that was because the bread was gone! And macaroni was only thing edible in the house this morning...
God...I knew it...I had four buttermilk dessert that I bought for Grandma!...But it said low-calorie! Oh I should have never got these stuffs! I can’t go shopping now…People will have to go shopping themselves from now on, and get their own food…

yana, receipt stories

Receipt Story #1

I saw her in the subway the other day. I was late for my work but when I saw her I forgot about everything I was doing or I was going to do. I even started talking to her. I couldn’t believe how easy we went along, well, all my friends know that girls are not on my best to do list. Anyways, she’s from India as I found out. But once she told me that I couldn’t believe right away. I mean, her skin was fair and her hair died. As she later on told me, her family is modern, so she can date, go out, be late, have male friends over and stuff. I was surprised to hear all that because I am so used to dating white girls, and I never heard of all these restrictions. So tonight I’m going to prepare for us a romantic dinner and I will cook. I know she doesn’t drink though, so I guess tea with some exotic fruits will work well, I personally love fruits and a date without alcohol… well, I guess it’s worth a shot. SHE is worth a shot. I also had to research about their cuisine and I found out that they have all sorts of this interesting mean dish they often cook, it’s called KEBAB, so they have it differently. I’m going to, I guess, a grocery store and I hope to find it there. I hope… But I am not that good of a cook so I guess I should be something that would already be prepared. They have those au-sortie salads at Dominion so I might take something from there. Maybe, chicken salad or something, because she told me that she doesn’t like sea food, so it must me definitely chicken then, if my beef kebab is not going to work out. Damn, I’m so hooked up with this girl, I am ready to even take off one day from my busy crazy business I’m spinning in right now…



Receipt Story #2

That’s freaking sick, man! I don’t even have time now to prepare real food! I mean, I’m spinning and spinning and spinning! I’m so sick of this ready-to-eat food! I want real food! I want to go back to my mom! She always cooks at home. Of course, she has time. But what me? Look at me now – I’m at work all day, and when I come home there’s no loving and caring wife there to cook for me. Well, I do have a girlfriend, but we don’t live together. I mean, it’s such a commitment, I don’t know yet where our relationship is going. And I’m pretty scared to talk to her about it. I don’t know how she’s going to react if I tell her to move in with me. But then what, I will expect her to cook for me? No, this has to come from a heart. She has to want to do it by herself. But she’s going to have work too, she’s going to be tired too. And then again we’ll have to either go to some restaurant or order some take-out or I don’t know, the worst, we’ll have to enjoy our evenings with PIZZA! No, tonight was the last time I bought something that I don’t have to cook. Tomorrow will be a new day, new day of real food. Yes, I will cook MYSELF!

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Jenny Duong's receipt stories

Recipt E

21.02.2003
John enters Lisa's Supermarket...
Marie has finally moved her lousy ass out of my apartment. GOOD! It’s about time; I don’t need her…who even wants her? I’ve done my best and wasted my time trying to make things work, and now it is my time to live my life, my way. No more nagging and no more arguing. Tonight I’m going t to have a feast, and drink to the occasion. Lets see, yes I need some cheese…hmmm…Marie hates Gouda cheese but I love it, all the better to have some tonight, along with some meat loaf. Don’t feel like cooking so I’ll go with the cooked meatloaf. Oh! Here’s one that will drive Marie nuts, German Liverwurst, her most hated food in the world. I don’t have to worry about needing to kiss her after so hey why not? Going to gave me two Sherry Pales, and God’s greatest gift alcohol AKA beers. Need some apple juice for the morning and yogurts for snacks. OK! now I’m all set for the life of a single man. That reminds me, I need some more deodorant, got to always smell nice for the ladies rite.
John walks to the Cashier and pulls out his wallet.

Recipt Q

“Hello there Ms. Reich, how are you doing?” says Melrose to the grocery store owner. “I’m fine and how are you Rose?” she replies. Ms. Reich glances at Melrose through her thick glasses and reaches for Melrose’s basket. “I could be better but can’t complain I guess” Ms. Reich starts unloading Mel’s grocery items onto the counter and starts hand writing the receipt. Wavy salted Crisp 0.89cent, mini coconut 1.59, a bottle of hairspray 1.59, Candy & Crème 1.29, Ritter Sport Mini 1.39. Ms. Reich stops and looks up at Melrose “Healthy eating life style you youngsters have.” Melrose giggles and nods Ms. Reich continues. Dry cat food 2.25, Cigarettes 2.30, cat litter 3.79, milk 0.49cents, 2 canned cat foods 0.38cents, berry syrup 1.49, garbage bags 0.99cents and a deposit money return -2.75. “So how are Jake and Tom (Melrose’s cats) I haven’t seen them around town for a while.” asks Mr. Reich, as she points out the grand total of the bill. “They’ve been great getting old and lazy I suppose, they just chill around the front porch these days” Melrose replies as she opens her wallet. “Actually Mr. Reich add another pack of cigarettes to the bill” Ms. Reich raises an eyebrow and shakes her head, “The day they started announcing how terrible these devil sticks are for your health I quit right away and made sure Jack quit as well. I still can’t believe your generation has not learned to rid of these cancer causing habits yet.” Ms. Reich sighs as she adds the extra 2.50 to the list and writes thank you and goodbye at the bottom of the receipt, an old habit she has kept tradition since her younger years. Mel pays and smiles “In our generation bad is good but I’m sure I’ll regret it one day thanks for the concern, and I guess I’ll see you in a few days Ms. Reich. Take care.” Mel not wanting to be lectured any longer leaves as fast as she can.

Friday, February 16, 2007

yana, toys


I hope it's all self-explanatory, but if u have any questions don't hesitate to ask. Cheers!

stories - c parker.

1a)
She was the quiet type of girl, but not so quiet as to be meek. Mild mannered only described her daily life; she knew what cutting loose meant. Single living had been thrust upon her, just like smoking and mild obesity. Not like she was fat, because she’d never be able to stomache it, but that pudge level that indicates a lack of activity. No, now a roommate would be out of the question. Some people get along with others in daily life, whereas Shareen had developed ways of being so as to keep her from this domain. Her own tendencies verging on anal bipolarity coupled with intolerance make her a non-candidate. So she sits and strokes Mr. Right, her complacent tabby while blogging and texting the night away.

1b)
Regina? Regina are you up there? Sparkles is on the piano again!
Alright, im coming! Accompanied by slow but thunderous footsteps from above.
Her housemate’s development of an allergy to cat dander has brought about more turmoil than Regina had hoped. Now she keeps him under wraps, up in the parlour. But at times he slips out to lay on the smoothest surface in the house, the top of the Mrs. Wellongton’s Grand. It wouldn’t be a problem, she could keep the door shut tight and that would be that. But to err is human and sometimes she forgets and sometimes it’s in efforts to establish a cross-breeze to air out her quarters. Not worrying overly about it, she gathers up Sparkles, dander and all and returns to the second floor, rubbing his belly as she goes.

2a)
The good doctor. What a guy. The man about town and the man on campus. Not a real doctor of course, but one to be. Take the best in life, his mother asserted. Having sustained a blow from her husband’s long-term adultery, his mother cast off her attitude of subservient restraint and began living away the bank account. And so, now away at medical school, our stunning scholar takes that attitude like he does most other things: with a type of jovial seriousness. One would understand a lot by his comings and goings. Entertaining the odd lady has recently come into his realm of activities, about which his mother is enthused but at arms length. Her simple advice: “don’t be like your father” could have been stitched on a sampler and hung in his foyer.


2b)
Ava.
Every year when the festive season approaches, Ava’s life takes a turn. All the entertaining that goes on and merriment to be had and her well tuned existence gets a bit of a rattle. “its enough to get you depressed”, she complains. “I feel like my fundamental right to choose gets trampled by peer pressure – im so weak! Normally a devout vegetarian (not even soy bacon bits – it suggests a pork addiction), she finds, after a night of especially heavy imbibing that perhaps a sausage isn’t out of the question. She catches herself, of course, before it gets beyond a notion. The decadence of it all! Looking about the room at the baubles and trinkets, expensive bottles and the like, it’s enough to make a girl like Ava want to tuck in to her organically manufactured duvet at wait ‘till the new year.

Four Receipt Stories

Story One:

Our consumer is probably a very hungry, very thirsty man who has few contradictions. I feel comfortable classifying the consumer as male because of the DEODORANT MEN that he purchased for 1.19. Apart from that, I believe this man lives a rough-and-tough lifestyle in which he consumes enormous amounts of meat and cheese. He also seems quite fond of alcoholic refreshments, particularly beer and sherry, pale sherry. In fact, he enjoys these beverages QUITE a bit, having purchased three undetermined amounts of beer and two amounts of sherry, These facts tell us that this man probably resides in a small cramped place, mainly to eat and sleep. His days are spent doing very sweaty-based things, like operating a forklift at the docks of Saarbrücken, a great seaport city, industrial center and home of vast amounts of, you guessed it, beer. In terms of the contradictions, our John Doe has given us a little bit of flexibility about his character in that he enjoys yogurt, of the fruit variety, and even the occasional fruit juice.

Story Two:

Rita is a young married woman who is putting together her first dinner party. Unfortunately, her budget is tight, prohibiting her from spending more than fifteen dollars for this beautiful occasion, and her evidently poor choice of friends needs some improvement. The meal will open with some slices of gouda cheese on paper plates with toothpicks sticking out of them, and then some minimal kind of stew concocted by water and tomato extract. And peppers. For the main course, Rita will serve Meatloaf and liverwurst, and all throughout the night will serve sherry and ale to her husband’s drunken comrades. Because of the profuse amount of perspiring that Rita’s husband will undergo in the course of the night, she made the decision to buy some deodorant beforehand. She will have her meal with apple juice. At the end of the evening, when Rita is feeling insignificant, she will binge on a cup of yoghurt.

Story One (b):

Chris Parker is a determined innovator. He fills his books up with ideas that seem to sprout out of his ears. He helps this flow with plenty of coffee and tea biscuits, to soak up the caffeine a little bit. As an innovator, his love for altering large chunks of various kinds of materials requires tools. So on any given day, Chris will go out to the local supermarket and stock up on these essentials: Caffeine, and sharp-toothed things to cut with. And nobody needs harsh black coffee sloshing around in their mouth during the wee hours of the morning, so some cream will soften the blow of an otherwise rude awakening. Good cream.

Story Two (b):


Even though our consumer is a little bit of an introvert, spending his days sipping creamy bitter coffee and perusing the over six thousand books in his apartment, all piled high, causing certain boroughs to emerge, he still needs a hand saw for that odd unfortunate emergency that requires physical exertion. Not knowing anything about handsaws, or how to fix a sink, he purchases one for 3.99 – hoping it will do the job.

Sohee


where does he get those wonderful toys?


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Yeni's Toy Concepts







Thursday, February 15, 2007

Concepts.

1) Banana zipper back pack -- Opens up like a real banana ...but u can put things inside.

2) Banana balarina -- Opens up like a banana and the yellow banana ballerina spins when u turn the bottom.

3) Make shift pond -- blows up like a kiddie pool. Inside are magnetic fish the float underwater but only abit of the bottom. Also included inside are other various underwater things (lost boots, cans, toxic waste all magnetic) A fishing rod with a magnetic worm is used to fish out the fish. U cant see the bottom because the water is dark and there are lilly pads and green water algea on top.

4) Squishy fish -- a fish shaped water ballon. Hard to hold on to. Object of the game is to throw it around like a hot potatoe and see who drops it first.

5) Life Size fire truck with water hose. A pedal power fire truck with a real water hose that squirts when pumped like a water gun. Good for summer water games.

6) Goo Goo Pod/ Pre-Pod -- An ipod for infants. One large button to play/stop lullaby music. Safe to chew on. Battery powered. Screen has a picture that moves when u turn the nob on top. Comes with baby headphones that fit snugly around baby's head. Headphones are warm and soft.

7) Paper Shape cutter-- Insert paper into a cutting board with lots of different buttons on top. Each button represents a different shape. Press a button ontop of the bin. The machine cuts the paper into the shape desired. Different boards cut differrent shapes. (eg: army shapes, town shapes, shopping mall shapes...) The shapes can be folded on the bottom and stand up straight on a flat surface. The user can then colour their own paper shapes and create their own enviorments.

8) Talking ball -- A ball that makes sounds when u kick it. It says phrases like "ouch, hey you, that hurt, play nice". For violent kids. Or encouraging phrases like "nice shot, good try, great form.." for sport training.

9) little teddy cards -- A collection of small soft teddybears that have all the card suits on their bellies. They can sit up facing the user so that the opponent doesnt see the suit. Or lay face down in the drawing pile. Kids can learn card games using these teddy bears.

10) Kid Credit card. -- A digital card that allows a kid to earn points for completing various tasks. The parants can varrify activities such as homework completion, chores, etc...and the kid can earn points on his card. After a certain amount of points, the kid can exchange points for other toys. A small version of the ATM machine is placed in the childs room for the kid to check his earnings.

10 toy designs



Toy Concepts



juhee's toy concepts


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Taj's Toys



1) for someone to draw on if you put an image on the left side and plane paper on the right and try to draw you get some fun, sometimes great results, its simple. And theres something blocking in between your eyes.

2) its just a grid of cars colored so that you need to make a row of them by shifting them each in one direction.

3) This one would just be fun to look at, its a snow globe attached to elastics but you don't just shake it you push it down and it bounces up and down, interesting results maybe?

4) this is a face you can move every part of. the first layer is just a thin piece of elastic like stuff but under it you have these parts that shift so you can make the face make funny faces.

5) is a blank toy that comes with a bunch of accessories and maybe some paint, pretty much create your own toy.

6) is 4 different toys and each one has all its limbs dis attached, sort of similar to number 5 but more restrictions (you can make a cyborg or a he-she or a guy with really big arms but a really weak body) funnier results.

7) is a rocket that you pump up and then depending on the air in the balloon it launches the rocket, really simple all you have to do is place the balloon on the nozzle and press the button to pump air.

8) you get a godzilla like dinosaur (small) and a city with army men and such, and you just have fun destroying buildings and acting stuff out. preferably a 2+ player toy.

9) Plinko look alike game, you just drop a ball into the bottom and it lands in a random slot that tells your fortune. each slot will say something like "maybe" "yes" and "no".

10) a hand that is attached to you fingers and moves based on your fingers, not really a toy but could be fun.

Aaron's Toys


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Colin Blake - Toy Concepts





Patrick Kidd's Toy Ideas






#1,#4, #9 and of course #11 are my personal favourites.

Tae yoon (terry) Park - (reposting / added info)






sorry for late? post, my internet wasnt working.

first concept of dropping marble machine, Ive been inspired from pinball machine, but this one is depend how you control balance / angle of the panel to drop the marble to next level of the panel and aim to drop marble into exit. You can control angle of the pannel by two controling each side.

nose burble gun is added more fun and visual look to current burble gun. it will work by motor built inside gun to create air pressure.

skydiving toy.- with this toy you can throw skydiver figure into the machine and by chaning angle of the fan you can control the skydiver figure.

airplane gun - inspired from slingshot,crossbow instead of shooting the stone / arrow away, it will shoot Styrofoam based airplane to give boost and exact aim.

squeeze ball (relax)- added picture onto squeeze ball, when you play around with ball picture on squeeze ball will change its expression

human anatomy (muscle) costume - suit your self with muscle?!

lazy glasse - put this glasses on and pretend you are not sleeping while listening music.

soccer fleece - now you dont have to run to get your soccer ball back when you play by yourself with soccer ball. attached string on you soccer fleece will bring your ball back. (you can practice with ball without running around to collect soccerball)

Lisa MacDonald - Toy Concepts