I sure don’t.
AtlasObscura:
Rediscovering the Wonderful World of Weepuls
These 1980s promotional fuzzballs refuse to die.
Do you remember Weepuls? A booming public relations trend in the 1970s and 1980s, they could often be found sitting on car dashboards, or clinging to the tops of computer monitors. For a time, fuzzy little pompoms with googly eyes were the only way to advertise. Even if you didn’t know what they were called or where they came from, you’re likely to have run into more than a few of them.
Weepuls, for those who may still be a bit baffled, are a customizable promotional tool created in the 1970s. Your average Weepul consists of a little round ball of colored fuzz, with a pair of eyes glued to it, plus two little antennae. They’re mounted on flat sticker-bottomed feet, to which is usually attached a little paper or fabric banner. Inexpensive, whimsical, and able to promote pretty much anything, Weepuls enjoyed a couple of decades of ubiquity in the age of physical advertising. And while today they’re not exactly ubiquitous, Weepuls are still alive and kicking. more
Uh, no, which commiepornian had this flash back?
I remember Thai sticks.
We ke them for our Robotics team to give away and they are super popular. We put sticky feet on them so they can be put on things. His name is Jethro.
Team 58 The Riot Crew.
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^^^Not me.
Wish I had thought of that!
izlamo delenda est …
Weepul…you mean a Scottish hand job?
I remember them. My high school’s sports teams sold them to raise money. I bought them and gave them to girls. But I think I still have a couple someplace. I used to have a couple of them stuck to the dash of my Plymouth Duster. Yes I’m ancient.
I had them stuck to the mirror on my dresser.
I do not remember them at all. I was busy.
I still have one on the shelf above my desk at work, from my daughter’s High School half a decade ago.
@SineWaveII, I bought a Plymouth Duster in ’73, new, for $3,000. I thought that was sooooo much money!
I remember them! We nicknamned my sister’s husband “Weebol Wobble.” He walked just like them and had the same body shape. The guy is dead so no more making fun of him. 🙁
Claudia: Mine was a ’73 too. Bought it used in ’77 for $1100. I thought that was a fortune.
In a black and far off corner of my mind
There’s a box of something I can’t quite define
That’s where a dim memory of these fuzzballs resides.
I remember Trolls, Pet rocks and Cabbage Patch kids. I remember when Chia pets hit the market.
TV Dinners. Tang. Instant breakfast. Jiffy Pop. Space Food sticks. Pop Tarts. Toasters had a life expectancy of 50 years.
Nickle postage stamps.
There were no cellphones, but we had party lines.
Algore hadn’t invented the internet.
Gas wars! I can remember gas at 36 cents per gallon, and plenty of it. And it was real gas with no corn in it.
Cigarettes were 50 cents a pack. Movie tickets a buck or two.
Schwinn bicycles were made in the USA. (You could get a used Stingray for about thirty bucks, but it was probably hot.)
A Hobie skateboard, laminated wood with high tech ceramic wheels was 6 bucks. (Cheap red plywood boards with steel wheels about half that.
.22 ammo 50 cents a box.
Slot cars. Plastic model kits were about $2.50, and paint cost 15 cents. A Cox .049-powered dune buggy was $16.00.
Hippies in those days were a whole different thing than the hipsters today. Weed @ 10 bucks a bag. Thai sticks 3 for $15.00. Only hash was sold by the gram. (Maybe smack.)
Music was MUSIC back then. There was no disco, punk, grunge or hip-hop. (Rap is not music.) LPs cost like 3 bucks, I still have about 400 of them.
There were no gay parades. Homos mostly kept to themselves and generally did not inflict themselves on society at large.
Cops were friendly and helpful. Mailmen did not go “postal.”
Education still meant something- history had not been destroyed by a bunch of commie revisionists. There was no global warming (though there was a possibility of nuclear winter.)
We landed on the Moon!
People were proud to be Americans.
Well, most of them anyway.
There were some organizations of a revolutionary nature. These have mostly been discredited, to be supplanted by a new generation of “social justice warriors.” Unfortunately, their influence survives to infest academia and infect students with phony-baloney rhetoric.
It’s rough getting old.
But it beats the alternative…
I remember Gumbys and Furbys, and *shudder* Tickle me Elmos.
Weebles. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFzhjnjXc2o