Yeah, Wicked Lasers is a cornucopia of nerdy scrumptiousness.

I used to work with a guy back in my PC salesman days. Nice guy, but possibly the worst salesman ever since he lacked the killer instinct neccesary to close a sale. His day job was substitute teaching. One day he came in with his eyes all runny and shit because he had to have his eyes dilated because some kid shined a laser pointer directly into them. My theory is the kid was simply bored into it.

wicked lasers is in the shit with the various disparate quasi-regulatory agencies that (redundantly) regulate lasers in the u.s. -- in case you care, the only national restrictions are actually posed by the FDA -- and your laser might never get to you.
speaking as someone with a handy fifteen watt argon ion laser about, oh, twelve feet away from where i'm typing, selling these 'pointers' to the public is batshit insane.


ps the gorgeous blue ar+ laser light makes me all quivery.

I can't say I know anyone I would trust with such a device.

2000 bones for their highest output laser pointer - which tops out at 300mW.

The Terminator: The .45 Long Slide, with laser sighting.
Pawn Shop Clerk: These are brand new; we just got them in. That's a good gun. Just touch the trigger, the beam comes on and you put the red dot where you want the bullet to go. You can't miss. Anything else?
The Terminator: Phased-plasma rifle in the forty watt range.
Pawn Shop Clerk: Hey, just what you see, pal.

This is the only laser pointer I need. My cats go apeshit when I take it out of the drawer.