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Consider your most recent nightmare, one that caused you to bolt upright in bed, quaking in fear. Did it involve a Furby? If not, now it will. You're welcome!

You may remember the Furby as an animatronic stuffed animal from the '90s that your parents once bought you for Christmas. It was fun to play with for an hour, but after a while grew so annoying and so creepy that you hid it in the basement and told you parents you lost it (like, hypothetically).

For no reason other than the fact that children are weird and sometimes terrible, Furbies were wildly popular in the '90s. So naturally, its developer, Hasbro, has decided to revamp this gurgling, fur-covered nightmare for the digital age. God bless America.

Gizmodo did an extensive review of the new Furby, which comes in LSD colors and boasts LED eyes. Their findings will churn your stomach:

You don't really "use" the Furby so much as you willingly subject yourself to it. The Furby makes almost constant noise in its own native language, Furbish. Chortles, whistles, grunts, whines, moans, screeches, incoherent speaking in tongues....

The Furby's erratic mania culminates in its schizophrenic personality changes. It shouts, "I'M CHANGING," squeezes its eyes shut, and then reopens them. Now it's changed. During our testing, it remained in some sort of demonic phase, with slit eyes, a raspy voice, and lots of cackles. Once its eyes changed into cows, and then cherries, and it appeared intoxicated. Bath salt Furby lasted for a while longer, before suddenly, inexplicably reverting to docile.

The Mayans may have been right about 2012. Bow to your new overlord, the Furby.

Mr. Ghermezian via AngelList

The New York Times has made an exciting discovery: the startup bug is catching, this time among young people with generational wealth. "They view this as the next great frontier," August Capital partner David Hornik tells Dealbook.

Sayeth the Times:

"Fresh from college and graduate schools, the children of some prominent dynasties are taking a different path, spurning their legacies in retailing, real estate and finance for a future in technology."

Hmm, "spurning" doesn't seem to be quite the word. Take, for instance, 29-year-old Mark Ghermezian, who spent two years in the family biz "leading an energy group, managing dozens of oil and gas drilling sites across Texas."

"But last year, Mr. Ghermezian, 29, traded his plush Houston office and job security for a cramped work space in the meatpacking district of Manhattan and the uncertainty of a fledgling technology venture. Using his connections, he raised $3 million from his family and other investors to start Appboy, a service that helps businesses manage their mobile applications."

We have to imagine a family fortune the size of the Ghermezians, which has been estimated to be around $4 billion, takes a little bit of the sting out that "uncertainty."