One word: "Wildfire".

http://youtube.com/watch?v=gOOb6fEHPQ4

It's the "My Friend Flicka" of pop, and not in a good way.

Yikes! And when I think of all those years basking in the sweet, sweet fumes of ditto worksheets and desperately volunteering to run the ditto machine. That was a high that got one through fifth period and set the stage for stronger substances to come. Now the poor tots are reducing to marker-sniffing?

The tragic lives of kids today...

I don't know why, but I find this oddly unsettling and vertiginous. Perhaps it's just the combination of two activities - stair climbing and reading - that I've never thought of simultaneously before, but I have to say it scares me somehow...

Homophobia? More like plain ol' common sense.

I'm off the Kinsey Scale at the lavender end, and I'd still run, fast, if that Bathroom Goblin came tapping my way...

@33 Jim O'Connell:

You mean we don't? I better go pour mine out...

As for flavours-of-the month, when I was last in Japan (1991), it was tiramisu - which even existed as (deeply troubling) toothpaste. They seemed to be coming out of a blueberry phase, as well...

"Keyholder"?

There's a Ghostbusters joke in there somewhere, but I just don't have the energy...

Greta Garbo? Dear God no. It actually looks like a cross between Michael Jackson and the corpse of Dolores Del Rio.

I don't know - they may look sweet, but all they make me think of, one way or another, is snapped ankles.