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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.