I bought a Rubiks Cube the other day on a whim...I always wanted one when I was a kid but never got one for some reason. Now, as I sit here fiddling with this innocent looking toy.... I want to dig my eyeballs out with a spoon and smash them with a book. I wonder how many people these cursed damn things have forced into a fit of depression and violent suicide. I wonder how long I'll take it before I pull it apart just for the simple pleasure of seeing the scattered pieces jumble across the floor as I curse and scream. Now I realize how lucky I was as a child that the folks never bought me one and for some odd reason I never spent my summer job money on one. ATV's, Bicycles, BB guns, archery, modern firearms, sports, girlfriends, parties....college. None of those can hold a candle to the damnable threat posed by this little 3x3 SOB. LOL. Well, that was a pretty long five minutes...probably a third of the time it'll take to pick up these pieces so I don't step on one and actually break my neck sometime over night while stumbling through a dark house. P.S. It was actually more fun putting it back together than cussing it in enraged frustration. Oh look, it's solved too. Now I can brag about solving it when people see it on the shelf. Life is good again.