I know what dry ice is. 1. Ice cubes on a towl 2. Ice cubes melt 3. Towel gets wet 4. Hang towel up 5. Towel dries 6. Ice is dry It's actually fairly simple.
One thing is for sure, that wherever it is, it's not anywhere near that oh-so-unbelievably-frustrating Monty Python cheese shop that had no cheese whatsoever!
In shop class we put coins in the middle of plastic, plated dimes and quarters, striped nickels, and discolored pennies and Rainbowed silver dollars. Then we put hundreds of those back in circulation just for Collectors.
Sheesh, just look at all the fun you had. All we ever did in shop class was make a funky-looking wooden lamp base, except for that one poor kid who ended up at the wrong end of a screwdriver which the shop teacher threw at him in a heated moment. Bye bye, Mr. Shop Teacher.
If someone were to jump into this thread without reading anything but the last two pages they would think we were all insane.
A very astute observation, my numismatic friend, which I heartily commend you for, but I just have to ask, in what way, pray tell, would this potential outside observer possibly be wrong about that?
The outside observer would not be wrong with the insane conclusion. All participants in this thread have lost it, including myself. Silver, I mean come on. I should have sold it all for BitCoin, lol. Oh, and Corn Nuts.
Well, yes, but I think you're still being far too modest and conservative in your assessment; after all, wouldn't you agree that everyone on this SITE has long ago taken leave of their senses. I think, really, that you HAVE to be at the very least slightly off to be a coin...or stamp...or Garbage Pail Kid collector!
Hmmm...I think I most probably intended to say Garbage Patch Kids, but clearly the connecting mechanism between what's left of my long-addled brain and my laptop-keyboard-working fingertips was more than just a wee bit off kilter and/or out of what ordinarily passes for its proper(?) alignment, and voila, we are ultimately as such and hence left with a Pail where a Patch ought to have been.
As it turns out, and after further very extensive and extremely painstaking research into the matter in question (hah!), I have finally been able to determine conclusively that there were in fact TWO kinds of these "Kids": Cabbage Patch Kids (exhibit 1), which were plush dolls made exclusively for good little children, and Garbage Pail Kids (exhibit 2), which were a trading card parody version of the aforementioned dolls, and these latter were rather apparently intended for weirdos, sickos and loonies of all ages.
I remember those dolls well ... parents were going bonzoo for them at stores. It was ridiculous. speaking of ridiculous ... silver devolved again ...