Ah, when the coolness of smoking meets the coolness of wholly unnecessary and probably dangerous gadgets...
It seems like only yesterday that I was trying to make something very much like this, but with a mind to weaponize it. It wasn't yesterday, though - it was 1988, and I was eight years old. Suffice it to say, it didn't work. On the upside, though, the neighbor's cat never even looked at me again.
Comment number five is both the origin of the post's title and very funny.
Friday, December 7, 2007
No, Mr Bond, I expect you to die.
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This is when I inevitably say "I am so glad I wasn't your parents."
And then add to the list "or your neighbor."
And, finally, "or your neighbor's cat."
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