String controlled bedroom

I could think of one observation/philosophy that I’ve held since childhood is Invention is the product of laziness, which I’m sure had been said a million times. The string controlled room is actually my very first introduction to the term ‘invention’. Being a confident adult I can now say I was pretty much a scaredy-cat at bedtime, fearing the long arduous trek across the room to turn off the light. A piece of masking tape and an entire roll of dental floss gave me a one-time light-switch-turner-offer. WooHooo. Direction of the string tension became an issue when controlling the curtains, radio toys ect. My new technological wonder, the eyelet, peppered the walls to guide the crude network of kite string throughout the room.

Now REAL purpose for the Goldbergian strings and levers ' scare my little sister. Like many fortunate little boys I got to share a room with my baby sister, whom hated my Disney 'Sounds of the Haunted Mansion' LP. I rigged my trusty record player cued with the ghastly screams on one string, and a toilet paper ghost hung from a second. Yank #1 - music rises, yank#2 - the little ghost rises behind the crib. Dad pops up to see why she is whining but the record screams/ghost are gone and I’m "fast asleep".