Pocket watch of doom.

As far as I am concerned, Bernard was on to a good thing. For those of you who have no idea who or what Bernard is, allow me to elaborate.
Bernard, his second name escapes me, was a character from a popular children's television show during the very late nineties. He was an average joe kid, with nothing really special about him, oh except that he had been given an amazing pocket watch by some time lords for the purposes of stopping, speeding up, and in later episodes, rewinding time. Bernard of course, being his responsible pre-watershed self, used his incredible gift for the purposes of exta homework time and general geekery. If, however on the rare occasions Bernard ever strayed from his moral path, he was swiftly ushered back into place by one of the amiable, and well-dressed, time lords.
This, of course, is utter TRIPE. Given the chance to stop time at the click of a pocket watch, what self-respecting teenage boy would ever use it to study!? No. He would be straight down the local swimming pool on a stop-motion crash course on female anatomy. END OF STORY. Screw the time lords and all their Hugo Boss finery.
Why, I hear you cry, am I ranting about so about such a gentle children's television show? Because, like every other child in the lands, I envied Bernard and his watch. He wasted his gift.
Alas this is but a fruitless rant. The time lords would have never chosen me. But still, some ten years on now, I'm still perturbed by Bernard's Watch. And who says children's television isn't damaging. Bucky O'Hare was way better.

Peace,

Ben