Random Thursday (ˈrandəm ˈTHərzdā): the day on which Sarah plunks down all the odd bits and pieces she’s acquired here and there in an effort to avoid writing a real post, the assembly of which usually ends up taking twice as much time as sitting down and creating actual content.
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I’ve been neglecting the physics around here lately.
That stops now.
(Thanks, Watson’s friend!)
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Okay, I’ll stop complaining about the weather
Until it snows again.
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Pancakes and Panic
I think I’m getting the hand of this breakfast thing, at least for other people.
Cereal—-check! Oatmeal that the kids will actually eat—check(ish)!
Quesadillas—check! Fruit—check! Hummus—check!
And, of course, pancakes.
Last time we made pancakes, Sunny requested a squirrel.
So I made her a squirrel.*
I was especially proud when my husband said, “Nice squirrel!” before the kids told him what it was.
But, as we all know, pride goeth.
And when I came home from work yesterday, this had taken up residence in the kitchen:
And now I’m afraid to make toast.
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Bare Naked Alphabet
When you say your family’s new favorite kids’ CD is by the Bare Naked Ladies, people either think you’re being ironic or they surreptitiously locate the number for Child Services . . .
But then you play them this—and maybe the Popcorn Song—and all is well:
The final line of banter was cut in this, by the way:
“Yeah. Rachmaninoff with a W.”
Image of an actual child gettin’ jiggy with the Popcorn Song.**
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*Jane asked for a parabola. she was less than impressed when I gave her a plateful of rounded triangle and asked me to put chocolate chips on the plot points next time. So now I have to find a food-grade protractor . . .
**Please for to note the old toaster oven. It was cranky and like to spit its handle at unsuspecting people, but it had one dial and a lever and I didn’t need a manual to work it. Burn cream, yes, but I knew the risks going in.
That first video is adorable but I’m still utterly confused about string theory. Quark? Isn’t that a Mac program?
The sign on the second one is real; I pass it every time I go to something on campus. I suspect the attire was staged (if not photoshopped) for the picture–down parkas and/or Carrharts are much commoner in winter. UAF students aren’t THAT crazy.
If I was ever to participate in something like that, I’d sure as heck want it photoshopped, Sue Ann.
Holy frozen crows!
Quarks are sub-subatomic particles. See my song (blog index) “There were three quarks in a neutron seen” which is a subatomic description of carbon 14 decay (though not as you’ve probably seen it.)
And here I thought Quark was a bartender on Deep Space Nine . . .
Barenaked Ladies! Adorable. Here’s my contribution to Random Thursday, the BNL song my kids liked to groove to:
I love, love, LOVE this song, Averil.
Oh, wow—I don’t think my kids know this one . . .
It’s a tongue twister. “chickity china, the chinese chicken, you have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin’. . . .” We used to sing it in the car, tripping all over ourselves.
How, oh how, am I a mom AND a huge BNL fan and NOT know that they have a kid’s CD out??
You have made my day, Sarah–now I’m off to remedy this. Quick.
Happy to help, Erika!
Let me know which one you and yours like best—Jane adores the Ninja Song.
As someone who’s trying to get her to – for the love of all that’s holy SIT down! – do her homework, Janie sings the ninja song – holy CRAP you can’t do fractions when you’re singing! – ad nauseum.
Well, at least I can get to sleep singing the chicken song…
I’ve had what she calls “The Raisin Song” in my head all bloody afternoon. Ask her to switch to that one.
Thursdays are my favoite day of the week around here.
And you made it an extra favorite day (favoriter?) by making that squirrel pancake. I belive you know this already, but I am a fan of the little furry buggers and I thank you.
Quesadillas and hummus for breakfast? Man, when can I check in at the Wesson Bed and Breakfast?
We’ll leave the light on for you, Sherry!
And make you operate the Technotoaster, because it bit me this morning.
I cannot possibly tell you how impressed I am with that squirrel pancake! I’ve come back to look at it 3 times!! You’re my hero.
That squirrel pancake is intimidating the hell out of me for Shrove Tuesday. I am NOT showing it to my kids.
Have I mentioned how they pronounce squirrel over here?
We pronounce it ‘lawn rat.’ How do they say it where you are?
I’m not sure I can explain it really – just a different emphasis. Like it rhymes with “weir ill”
Cracks me up everytime
Ps Stealing lawn rat.
Steal away! When I’m feeling charitable, they’re “lawn dolphins.”
Yours are named “Square-ills,” then?
Not quite. Squeer-ills I think.
Nice.
I am very impressed with your pancake art. I’m lucky if mine aren’t burnt.
I save all burns for my fingers when I cook, Odie!
Honestly, I only share the one that come out right. I dispose of the failures with haste—and syrup!