for my lack of forward progress.
Bobblehead dolls…please. 40,000 of them on a given night at a major league ballpark.
And often to commemorate a player of marginal ability. [Not daring to use names here.]
If those petroleum-based cluttermeisters even make it home, they’re headed straight to the closet and/or the landfill.
Question 1: What is the half-life of a bobblehead doll of a shortstop who batted .234 lifetime? 450-800 years
Question 2: What does the guy’s batting average have to do with degradation of plastic?
Answer: Nothing. Nothing at all.
Topic: Dandelions. Fellow gardeners…or at least, those of us doing mindless grunt work with hoe and shovel…don’t you think dandelions simply mock us?
The big ones—”Neaner, neaner, neeeeaner! You’re oblivious and I’m huuuuge!”
The small ones—”We’re baaaaack!”
Topic: Clear sign of a vanishing attention span—my lawn mowing has regressed to ‘forward-and-back-in-one-5′ x 5′ square at a time’. Anything beyond that, all bets are off.
Hey, we’re all in this together [whatever ‘this’ is]. Any frustrations niggling at you? Share them below.
First of all, doubt your dominance over nature? Git yerself a weedwhacker.
2. Allergy season. Anyone suffer so much that the only practical way to deal with the messy symptoms is to hook a roll of paper towels to your belt?
Still on hay fever…nose-blowin’ guys with the cool 5 o’clock stubble: the inevitable remaining tissue-flivvle…not a good look.
3. Car rental agencies…love to give you a car with a partially-filled tank. They know darn well you’re:
too busy [or not math-fluent enough] to estimate how much is needed to return that midsize at the required level.
going to forget you started with a partial tank
therefore going to fill well beyond the required level.