Originally published at: https://boingboing.net/2018/11/28/the-joy-of-textured-plastic-ba.html
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These would be great to leave on a co-worker’s desk, one per day without explanation … hypothetically.
Actually no, that would probably be too existentially cruel.
Bonk, bonk, on the head! Bonk bonk!
I have read this article twice three times, and my response is: WUT.
agreed…
I have a set of these, my kids love them. The one that looks like a depth charge can be spun like a top if you’re bored chilling with your baby on the floor.
RE-HY-DRATE!!
“About the product” bullet point #3:
- Helps develop baby’s tactile senses
“About the product” bullet point #5:
- Helps develop baby’s tactile senses!
Look, it really helps develop baby’s fucking tactile senses OK
Quickly replace the target plate with one of these after running the accelerator then say,
“Hey I’m getting an odd error after that last run, could you check the target.”
These balls, they vibrate? I mean I guess they must, because there is a joy of them.
My cats may enjoy these… me, not so much.
Literally got me LOLing. I mean, just WTF???
I prefer ‘the joy’ of:
I use a set of these to develop fine motor skills and grip strength with my adaptive art students, and as a reward and texture tool. They also make awesome marks if you roll them in paint and then roll them back and forth across a table covered with roll paper.
The bumps and textures make them easier to hold on to than a smooth ball for students with hand grip issues.
…a bell jar…
…filled with inert gas…
…preferably xenon…
We’ve reached peak Frauenfelder.
I recognize the Trek reference, but don’t understand why it’s there.
My five month old baby goes nuts for a soft rubbery ball covered in nipple like protuberances. I call it boobie ball.
It is that time of year that we think of such things: