styrofoam balls
does anyone have large styrofoam balls that they don’t know what to do with?
Yes. I’m sure someone does.
Any other questions?
(Thanks, Ralph!)
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I only have marble balls that I don’t know what to do with.
I could have sworn you lost your marballs…
Oh…that’s right. Never did find those, after that last party.
I think you dropped them in the cheese fountain.
I think I saw them in the corner on top of old Smokey. They were hanging out with the meatballs before they rolled out the door.
Ouch, is that anything like tennis elbow?
I know exactly what to do with balls.
Juggling contest!!
*Rolls over and wags*
Do not – I repeat – do not pet the puppy’s tummy.
Ok, just toss some balls for me then.
This poster needs to check out my new book, “101 things to do with balls.” Here are just a few examples:
rub them together
bounce them up and down
show them to strangers
dip them in honey
wash and repeat
I’m not going to grace this with a witty response. I’m just going to head straight to the corner and stay there all day, giggling manically. Would anyone care to join me?
Right behind ya, Sis. I’ll bring the pastries. This has flipped my Beavis and Butthead master switch.
Heh. “Large”. “Balls”. Heh. Heh heh. Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEEEEEEEE
*passes out from lack of oxygen*
I read that as “pasties.”
At least you didn’t read it as “panties.”
Or, in combining the two quoted above [flees]
*grabs Cap’n by the scruff o’ the neck*
Oh no, young man. You can just head to the corner and join the rest of us pervs, mister.
Objection: Presumptive! The aromatic simian is speculating upon my direction of flight, and to a presumption of [location].
I will aver and contend a predilection to putative corner residence, with no specific regard for the construction of said vertices.
I’m with you Sis !
Yeah, me too. I immediately went to giggity. I brought candy canes.
Heh heh… Candy canes and styrofoam balls. Got an idea for an art project we can do here in the corner.
I have a Viennese opera ball that I don’t know what to do with. That’s all I’m going to say, since the corner is going to be SRO today.
SONG TIME!!!
Do your balls hang low?
Do they wobble to and fro?
Can you tie them in a knot?
Can you tie them in a bow?
Can you throw them over your shoulder
Like a Continental soldier?
Do your balls hand low?
Eggnog coffee slices today! Hooray, corner!
Ooo, ooo! My turn!
Busy corner
SRO corner
Get the coffee slices piled high!
In the air there’s a feeling
Of naughty
Clueless Sparky
Stimulates snarky
Makes us laugh til we cry
And we’ll push it til all sponsorship is pulled!
Silver balls!
Big foam balls!
It’s time to be perVERTed
On Criagslist!
Read the ad!
Feel so sad!
Can this Sparky DRIVE-
And chew gum?!
Deck the balls with spiky holly
Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow
Tis a reason for the folly
Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow
Don we now our whips and leather
Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow
Troll the alleys for a guy named Carol
Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow
I think you’ve had your tummy rubbed just one too many times, Ham. That’s messed up. But in a good way.
They probably had bodyguards and didn’t frequent many alleyways:
Carol I of Romania and Carol II of Romania.
Or there are Carolus Rex and Carolus Magnus; they may have been known as “Carol” to their close friends 🙂
Is Sparky looking for unused balls, or is he offering suggestions on what to do if you have balls? His ad starts out like a late-night infomercial.
“Do you have large styrofoam balls that you don’t know what to do with? Can’t seem to make change for a dollar lately? Is your favorite Arthur dead?
Well, stop wondering and start using the Styro-Store. Made of space-age polymers, the Styro-Store will store your styrofoam balls indefinitely in a convenient styrofoam ball-shaped case. Yup, for only 5 easy payments of 19.99 you will get not one but two Styro-Stores, perfect for holding up to 4 balls (tax, shipping, common sense, and handling fee not included).”
*ring ring*
“Hello?”
“Do you have large styrofoam balls?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Maybe you ought to see a doctor about that! Ha ha ha ha ha ha!” *click*
(I’m channeling my inner 12-year old boy today.)
Styrofoam balls? I stick mine on my velcro sweater…
I stick mine under my sweaters.
Doesn’t that make them kinda sweaty?
“Yes! Here at Schweddy Balls Corporation……”
I stick my to my belly and use them for floatation.
I don’t have anything clever to add. I just wanted to thank you all for making me snort my coffee. I’m recovering from being sick (and tired) and boy did I need that jolt this morning! So thanks for that!
Coffee snorts beat a Neti-Pot any day in my book.
[strange but true]
Was a recent article out of southern (not Limeish) Louisiana recently, that Louisiana health officials are cautioning against using tap water in Neti-pots.
It seems that some deaths have occurred, down to sou’louisian’ from introducing brain-eating amoebæ by way of ‘tap’ water into one’s sinuses. (Having spent some time in “terre d’acadienne” country, the thought process of adding more moisture in near-saturation humidity = relief simply escapes me.)
[/s-b-t]
I just heard that on the news. Those pesky amoebas!
http://www.npr.org/blogs/health/2011/12/19/143960631/second-neti-pot-death-from-amoeba-prompts-tap-water-warning
[corey]
One can be invaded by this amoeba by swimming in the fresh water. Which is the reason I only waterski in my bathtub. [/corey]
If the amoeba don’t get you, the gators or the snakes will. Or maybe the snapping turtles. Underground tree stumps. Lightning. Okay ya’ll, just don’t go out in the water down here!
Yes, my monitor is covered with coffee speckles. As is my keyboard. My IT guy just hates me.
Thanks, YSaC! 🙂
Stick around Lori, you’ll learn soon enough to never a) eat or b) drink when reading YSaC.
We call that a “sinus enema.”
Done both, have to agree 🙂
When I was young my mother would take small Styrofoam balls, spray paint them gold and then stick about 20 toothpicks (also spray-painted gold) in each. She’d stack the balls in a pyramid shape, attach tiny red ball ornaments to the toothpicks and call the whole thing Christmas tree art.
Now, it just sounds painful and I believe may have been the basis for a significant plot point in an Austin Powers movie.
Oh dear! We may have a relative in common. Or perhaps it was a generational thing, like beehive hairdos.
It may be a Southern thang: My Grannie Monkey used to take old magazines, fold each individual page to make a kind of standing cone shaped thing, and then throw red and black paint on it and a Santa head on top with some cotton balls attached here and there and – voila! A Santa Claus decoration! Which was, honestly, pretty damned ugly!
My Yankee Grandma did that too! Plus the empty tp/paper towel tubes were used for craft projects, and balls of used aluminum hoarded inside paper bags. Plenty of styrofoam meat trays, too.
Actually, now that I think about it, Grandma was a great person to ask for help, when it came time for science projects.
Yup, and when it came time for the Biology 101 insect collections, all I had to do was rummage around in the corners of her storage room and I found more than I needed. Entire GENERATIONS of bombuss terrestris could be found in her collection o’ egg cartons.
[actual ornament craft]
Those expanded foam spheres from the craft store have some cool uses.
The orbs are nicely stabbity, too, so setting an ornament top is simple. Then, a body can wind fine wire, like annealed brass circumferentially in decorative pattern or design. Which can be set firm with a bit of solder paste. Which, while one has the micro-torch out, also melts away (preferably outdoors) the supporting orb.
Which leaves a tracery of fine wire with no sign of how it was created.
Oh, and expanded foams will dissolve when exposed to several solvents, which is another handy way to use them for a form. Which is tres cool for using photo-etched brass for creating rounded filigree from flat stock.
If a person is of a mind to merely paint foam spheres, the floral foams are better for being a much finer finish.
I do believe, since this is topical, I’ll poke a photo of some hand-craft oranments on the f/b page.
[/ornament craft]
Ooh, I’ve never thought about using foam as a dissolvable support! I might have to steal this idea, Cap’n.
Ghostie, you probably just needed to spend more time around the model railroading set. They do all sorts of “hey, I never thought to do that” sort of stuff.
That, or you’ve never seen a plumber trying to clean pain from rigid foam insulation with toluene or acetone . . . (which is much suggestive of Buster Keaton).
Follow the bouncing ball!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xp1jSxGOoJc
May Santa bring you one thousand doors for this!!!
Ooh! Ooh! Can women use one too….or would that just be too weird?
Go for it, Mudsy. I think that would just add to the overall wrongness.
I know. I thought I was overreaching with that question when I posed it. It was definitely weirder seeing it in print.
Women can use two.
*Oh hi, corner*
My Chemistry II teacher in high school tried to make her own molecular models with styrofoam balls, toothpicks, and markers. Unfortunately, the ink in the markers that she used turned out to be a wonderful solvent for polystyrene.
What with the solvents and polystyrenes breaking down to their monomer form, there must have been enough carcinogens to warrant a hazmat team!
Maybe that was all part of the experiment…
In seventh grade, we all got quite a giggle out of the chemistry teacher playing with her “balls and sticks.”
I was invited to a styrofoam ball once, but didn’t know what to wear.
Many doors to dan for the title!!
I think that YSaC should have a “Best Of” for year end.
Styro balls, styro balls,
It’s Christmas time in the city
Hear them smash, in the trash,
Soon it will be Christmas day.
Hi from vacationland!
Just wondering if my Secret Santa stuff made it to its appointed destination. Facebook told me to pound sand because this isn’t my usual computer. Any luck? I’ll check back later.
Anyone going by the FB group, could you let Kyool know her tidings arrived. I am waiting for a picture. Thanks!
Smedley, I just put both your messages on FB YSaC Friends. Will let you know what’s up when someone replies. 8)
And then there are some song lyrics that only need a bit of tweaking:
Some styrofoam balls are held for charity
And some for fancy dress
But when they’re held for pleasure
They’re the styrofoam balls that I like best
My styrofoam balls are always bouncing
To the left and to the right
It’s my belief that my big styrofoam balls
Should be held every night
The most notable thing for me about this post is that the Ostrimu (BBUH) didn’t go anywhere near the 10 year old humor. Admirable restraint, or sheer laziness because He knew we’d do it ourselves?
You make the call.
He is omnipotent!
> does anyone have large styrofoam balls that they don’t know what to do with?
Actually i have many ideas of what to do with my large styrofoam balls – especially since i am quite good with my hands. But, i am unable to tell Sparky or any of you what i do with them. The last time i did that i broke the internet and ICANN sent me a “cease and desist” letter. Apparently saying what i do with them on the internet causes bits to byte the dust, forces routers into a rut, makes old women faint, causes young women to get the vapors, leads to children having nightmares, and, greatly scares the horses (i didn’t care what it does to men, so, that wasn’t committed to long-term memory). i was quite flummoxed to learn this since i thought that what i was doing was just good clean fun. i guess that means different things to different people.
I don’t think it means what Sparky thinks it means….
O.M.G. Front page of the Wall Street Journal today: ninja cow. I am not making this up.
Right under a picture of Kim Jong Eun. Is it me, or did the obnoxious fat kid in school’s dad just give him nuclear capability?
Perhaps Sparky is feeling crabby.
Yum.
😉
Teehee.
Hammy, another Punchity Punch Punch under your belt. Oh, sorry!
Good Morning, Otis Ray McIntire!
Ow, my styrofoam balls!