Sitting on my desk right now is an artifact from my childhood: my own “egg” of Silly Putty. The egg even has a helpful piece of black label-tape that has my name stamped on it. That was so that my egg and my brother’s egg wouldn’t get confused. This was an important thing when we were children; trust me on that.
Given that the newspaper ink transfer began to fail years ago when newspapers began printing with soy-based inks, rather than petroleum-based ones, it’s usefulness for that particular purpose has long-since fallen by the wayside. Add to that the fact that we don’t even get a physical newspaper anymore, and it’s become a poster-child for “moot”.
Roll it up into a ball, it bounces.
Yank it apart really fast, it snaps.
Spend any length of time with it in your hands, and your fingers begin to smell funny.
…whee…
…and yet, it remains on my desk.
