Today we’re going to play a game I call “what the hell is this thing”.
My next post will provide the answer.
Adaptive Curmudgeon is handsome, brave, and wise.
Nice try but if I need a survival blanket I’ll just gut a nearby Tauntaun. (Yes, that’s an obscure nerdy reference, forgive me.)
Yeah, that makes total sense. After all, it’d certainly freeze before you reach the first marker.
So you say your cat got into the gold and silver tinsel on the tree, and this is what passed?
The Curmudgeon has flipped his shit. Tinfoil hat for his kindle. Tinfoil hats for all!
Ha ha ha… you’re closer than you think. (Not the flipped shit part.)
An emergency blanket?
It’s a package wrapped in mylar!
What do I win?
Wrong! It’s wrapped in duct tape. You win the opportunity to guess again.
Whats left of the cat wrapped in Mylar and then Duct Tape? Probably a wooden stake involved as well?
Dunno, but it’s a damned nice one.
You’re obviously an afficionado of the wonder that is duct tape, and you’ve constructed a carry container for …. something … but I have no idea what that something could be! Cell phone pouch? Magazine protector?
Bam! You win!
*Does victory dance! Spikes the duct-tape-wrapped football in the end zone!*
Here’s a response challenge. I swear I already had this made. 🙂
OK. I made a guess. Was I close?
Unfortunately, your guess hasn’t shown up in the comments. Stupid blogspot.
That’s weird. I wrote it a couple hours ago.
You should just assume my guess was right, that’s the easiest solution.
If ya hangs a ground on that thing, ya might have a nice Faraday cage. Not that such would be desirable to contain a cell phone, of course, unless one REALLY did not wish to be bothered by that cell phone ringing…
Shuckydarn. Showed up too late to guess. AC obviously has the y-chromosome trait for duct tape!
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