The reason for my visit is very hush-hush, but I can tell you the guy behind me on the telephone is a big-time television producer.
Forgive the back to back Shameless Plugs to buy my crap for a good cause
Sometimes, to better imagine the thrill of unwrapping a Mike & Freddy Made in the USA Bobblehead on Christmas morning,
Last week, The Biped used my name and likeness to raise over a $100,000 in T-Shirt sales.
SOLD! Great result – $6101.00! Congratulations to the winner and thanks to all who bid!
UPDATE! GREAT RESULT! Bobblehead sold for $3650. Congratulations to the winner and thanks to all who bid!
Bobblehead sold for $1876! Congratulations winner and thanks to all who bid.
Close One. As you may have heard, American Pharoah just won the 141st Kentucky Derby in front of a record setting crowd at Churchill Downs. In other news, I did not.
As you may have heard, my odyssey to mass-produce a high-quality, competitively-priced Bobblehead entirely in the USA is now complete, and the results are coming to a future episode of Somebody’s Gotta Do It. Without giving too much away, I can tell you that much of what I suspected was confirmed. We succeeded on the “high-quality part,” but fell short on “competitively-priced” and “mass-produced” part. The reasons for this are complicated, and best explained by actual economist. But the bottom line is this: it is simply impossible in today’s global market to mass-produce a high-quality, American-made Bobblehead, at a competitive Read More
Just saw a couple of posts from a fellow named Travis Cockerell. Travis has lost respect for me, due to a mixed message regarding my Bobblehead’s country of origin.
I just got off the phone with my Dad. He asked me what was new, and I told him someone just bought the very first Mike Rowe Bobblehead. “What’s a Bobblehead?” he asked. “It’s a little statue,” I explained, “with an oversized head that bobs and wiggles around on a spring. They’re collectible.” “What’s the point,” he said? “I mean, what do they do, just stand there and shake?” “Pretty much,” I said. “Although mine talks when you press a button.” “Really? What’s it say?” My father is suspicious of talking objects. “Different things,” I said. “You know, stuff I’ve Read More
Holy Milkbone! I don’t even believe what I’m looking at. Is that me?
Technically, this is a misleading headline. Freddy is several hundred miles north of me. Sort of…