I think that game was "Trouble". When I was a child, I liked the little "popping" sound the bubble-dice device made.

You're stupid. I quit.

Yep, that was "Trouble", and the little dice-rolling dome was called the "Pop-O-Matic".

okay.
Can you pluck those hairs so that you only take one and leave the other securely in the follicle?
Teach yourself to do this and you could be left with a most attractive squint.

You're part Viking aren't you? It would explain the beard thing, and.....um.... other things.
("i'll see you in valhalla" and all that)

I got a few drops of viking blood rolling around in my veins, and I have the same problem with my beard.

TROUBLE! Thank you! How could I forget that? "You're in TROUBLE!"

We Estonians aren't noted for our Viking ways, but by golly, we've got a coastline. Prepare to be politely boarded.

I feel your pain.

Sincerely,
The "Haven't posted for a while, not sure if I'm going to anytime soon" KOTWF

How'd I fuck up that link? Stupid commas.

Trouble! Trouble! The Pop-O-Matic Bubble!

The only fun about Trouble was making an unecessary amount of noise with the bubble.

Do you remember CLACKERS? The two heavy ceramic balls on the end of two strings and the object was to be able to clack them together as fast and as many times as you can, before you lost control of the toy and nearly broke your arm?

Ouch :o !!!

I vote for the facial hair saga. Oh, wasn't there going to be a vote? Never mind. I loved those clackers -- I never had any myself and I always wanted them. Then they outlawed them for some reason. You know, glass shards in small children's eyes, arms yanked out of sockets, I don't know--some trivial reason. Man, they made a wonderful sound.

A SAFEWAY PARKING LOT, you say??? Ye gods, what is the world coming to?

(Sorry, I felt the need to offer up some support for the sad, aborted anecdote.)

When worrying about mission failure can you console yourself with this thought: I suck so much less than lots of other people?

Sometimes that works.

It's sort of the high school coping technique--contempt for others. Like when you are riddled with acne but then you despise those with clear skin for being 'shallow.'

But then: I suck so much more than I used to can pop up in its ugly way.

I'm not saying anything about you, my friend. Just about the kind of thing that you can say to yourself when you fear you are slacking off but want to continue slacking. Or: The kind of thing I say to myself.

In fact, I'm quite interested in towing stories. And Safeway stories. As a rule. They could be very Raymond Carver. You tend to turn most things into something interesting.

Hm, I could have sworn it was "Double Trouble". Maybe I played the sequel.