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Found Object: Talking Popcorn
VENTNOR, NJ - June 11, 2002 (INB) -- Say hello to the popcorn of the new millennium. And get ready for a loquacious surprise. The popcorn kernels actually talk! The invention was inspired by a two year-old, popcorn-loving boy from Atlantic City, New Jersey named Adam Snyder. As I noted in the AlicuBlog that day, if it can say "Let's have a party," it ought to be able to say, "Someone dosed you about an hour ago," or "You're killing us, fucker!" At the time, I thought the popcorn would talk while it popped in the microwave oven. Not so, I found out when my free (plus $3.95 shipping) sample arrived in the mail. Talking Popcorn is a bag of generic microwave popcorn. Taped to the outside of the cellophane wrapper is a long, ridged plastic cord, like the "zip ties" that various tradesmen use to secure bundles of wire and such things, and which riot police have begun using instead of handcuffs. Place the cord, ridged side up, between the first knuckle of your index finger and your thumbnail, then slide your thumbnail down the length of the cord. You hear, after some practice, something that sounds like "Happy Birthday." I hate to be a curmudgeon, and I'm not in the business of trampling the dreams of fathers of little boys in New Jersey, but I have to say I am unimpressed. I cannot in good conscience recommend this product to Alicubi's readers, who would buy Talking Popcorn by the pallet if I gave it my stamp of approval. Here's a suggestion, Mr. Snyder, for Talking Popcorn II. Manufacture microwave popcorn bags to which a sound box is affixed. Hot air escapes from the bag through the chambers of the sound box, each producing a unique pitch, reproducing the modulation of the human larynx. This allows the kernels to "talk" while they're popping in the microwave oven. I'm sure you'll agree this would be an improvement over the crude phonography you currently employ. Our partnership has great potential to yield boku bucks--beach house and yacht for me, and all the medication that boy of yours needs. But don't ask me to work out the technical problems, Snyder. I'm just an idea man. --Martin F. Downs Comment on this article |
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