I don’t know about you, but sometimes all that’s getting me through a stress-filled day is a) junk food and b) popping bubble wrap. And today’s been bad.
Today my husband opened up a package and discovered that some company’s invented non-poppable (unpoppable?) bubble wrap. He yelled, “Have you seen this? It’s horrible!”
There is a special place in hell for whoever invented that, right next to the guy who decided that ostensibly single-player ARPGs need to have lag and desync issues.
Years ago, I attend another Frank Zappa concert. (I was always fond of his warm rapport with the audience, reminiscent of Miles Davis). The concert bill was printed on a tube of bubble wrap type plastic, with about fifty good pops each. The venue was small, and acoustically marvy (Guthrie? Don’t remember, I was, ah, young. Younger.) As we waited for the band to come on, the room crackled with cheerful energy and the joy of people encouraged to do what they might otherwise be embarrassed to be seen doing.
Fuck that shit. On the other hand, those big air pillows that (e.g.) Amazon uses for packing a lot these days? Totally awesome. They’re what happens when you give bubblewrap POWERTHIRST.
All the bubbles are interconnected so if you try and pop one, the air just spreads to the 4 or 5 bubbles next to it and yours remains, tragically, unpopped. The pro is that it’s even harder to ruin what’s inside the package than with regular bubble wrap, as shocks won’t ruin the bubble wrap over time.
The con is that it was invented by Satan itself to relieve us sinners of what was left of our joyful, innocent childhood mirth. And shit.