As prefrosh piled onto campus today, a slightly more furry (but equally wide-eyed) visitor also arrived at Brown. The plan seemed easy enough: acquire the most infamous toy of the late ’90s, mess around with it for a few hours, and end up with a perfect reboot for BlogDailyHerald’s long-dormant Nostalgia Trip column. But I soon realized Tiger Electronics’ reason for discontinuing the Furby–anyone can exhaust its capabilities in roughly two minutes. It sneezes. It whines. It gets scared when you turn it upside down. It says “yum” when you stick your finger in its mouth. It sleeps if you put it in a drawer. And when you remove its batteries, the fur-covered plastic cone enters Furby-rigor mortis, staring eerily at you with its plastic eyeballs.
Basically the Furby sucks–but then we had an idea: how would Furby spend his Spring Week? Would he sneak a Natty into the Ratty? Would he sing along to Das Racist on Friday afternoon? Would he bro out on Wriston? Check out the Blog throughout the week to see how Furby makes the most of Brunonia’s favorite week.