I just realized, as I stumbled on Google’s home page, that today is the 50th anniversary of the atoms of my childhood: the expensive yet totally-worth-it little plastic bricks with teethmarks on them.

Of course, they’re not shaped like bricks anymore: they have all sorts of specialized parts that cater to Ritalin snorting kids whose imagination can’t fuel rockets that look like K Cars. Unlike my generation.

Anyways, Happy Birthday LEGO.