Random Thursday: Gnomes, Mash-ups, Mom, and Gravatational Comforts

Random Thursday (ˈrandəm ˈTHərzdā): the day on which Sarah plunks down all the odd bits and pieces she’s acquired during the week in an effort to avoid writing a real post, the assembly of which usually ends up taking twice as much time as actually sitting down and creating genuine content.

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Sweet Child of Ours

Julia Child would have celebrated her 100th birthday this week.

Her life story is even more fascinating than her cooking skills and her talents for teaching generations of nervous television viewers to be unafraid in the kitchen.

She was absolutely one of a kind.

(thanks to Bobbi French for the Facebook link to this video)

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Fairy Garden, Revisited

Mom sent those images of her Fairy Garden that Dad and I couldn’t figure out how to access last week.

Creative and computer savvy—go, Mom!

If you look closely, you can see St. Francis of Assisi being hugged to death by mint.
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Home, Sweet Gnome
(Oh, sure, like you weren’t thinking it)

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From this angle, doesn’t it look like the frog is wearing a ceremonial headdress?  ‘Cause that really wouldn’t surprise me a bit.

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We’re NASA and We Know It

I couldn’t resist one more parody of this song. Because it is a big deal, y’all.

(Thanks, Kev)

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A New Stage in the Journey

Rough edits on Pigeon are done and I’ve finished the last chapter. Onward to . . . fine editing?  One hopes?

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The Cheese Stands Alone in Heliocentric Orbit

In this uncertain world, it’s good to be able to say, with scientific accuracy:
“Well, at least the Earth won’t fall into the sun today.”

Random Thursday: God Particles, Parenting, and Random Owls

Are explanations really necessary at this point?  ’Cause I’m fresh out.

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I Feel So Much Better Now

The rumor is that  physicist Leon Lederman, who wrote a book about  the Higgs Boson and other complicated stuff, had originally called the wee beastie a ‘goddamn particle,’  presumably out of frustration, but his publisher made him change it.

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Random Owl Moment

(sorry about the ad)

Show of hands:  Who wants to pet that owl?

Another show of hands:  Who wants to be that owl?

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Phone Call from Six Flags

Sunny:  Hi, Mommy!

Me:  Hi, lovey!  What did you do today?

Sunny:  We went shopping!  I got a pink lifesaver.

Me:  Your grandma let you buy candy?*

Sunny:  No! It’s plastic and goes whoosh-whoosh!

Janie (in the background):  Light saber!

Sunny:  I mean, light saber.  And a tee shirt with big letters on it!

Me:  Really?  What does your tee shirt say?

Sunny:  I’m not sure—I can’t read yet, you know.

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Another Random Owl(s) Moment

The eyes have it.  A lot of it.

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Hey, guess who’s being featured on Parent du Jour?

Here’s your chance to comment on my parenting philosophy and dubious skills in a more public arena.

(thanks to Wayne Pollard for recommending me!)

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Random The Owl Moment

“You’re doing owls today?  Wait a second—I’ve got something.”

I present to you the third issue of Daredevil, courtesy of Watson, who paid $140 for a 12¢ comic that the dealer priced at $175.

Could I have asked for a cooler SIL?  I think not.

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Just in case that Higgs Boson thing is still bugging you

And since you can’t have a Part One without a Part Two:

And now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go celebrate the ability to not move by practicing that very thing.

Thanks, Higgs Boson!

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* Please for to notice the difference between grandmothers and mothers:  when I was a kid, Mom would have been more likely to offer me rat poison than artificially colored/refinely sugared/nutritionally bereft  anything.  The only candies I was given were honey-sesame seed chews from the health food store—I liked them, but that’s beside the point.  Come to think of it, my grandmothers did fill in my educational gaps with bulls-eye caramels and fine quality chocolates—which kind of proves my point . . . Maybe?  I’ve lost track . . . do they sell bulls-eye caramels anymore?

Random Thursday: Time after Time after Time after . . .

Random Thursday (ˈrandəm ˈTHərzdā):  the day on which Sarah plunks down all the odd bits and pieces she’s acquired during the week in an effort to avoid writing a real post, the assembly of which usually ends up taking twice as much time as actually sitting down and creating real content.

You know how when you’re on a diet and no longer have a supply of chocolate/doughnuts/pie/Pop Tarts around,* that’s pretty much all you can think about?

This is one of those posts, but without the sugar rush flashbacks.

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Technically, we’re all time travelers, but someone’s removed the reverse gear—though, oddly, not neutral or park . . .

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I’ll have my WIP done in three treesloth days . . . 

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The Captured Manifestation of My Road Rage

We have a bumper crop of orange cones blooming this year, because of the elderly sewer-pipe-related sinkholes that have been opening up to swallow whole Volkswagens along my commute.*

Gonna be a long, slow, teeth-gritting, profane, aneurism-inducing summer . . .  But at least I’ll get some blog rants out of it.

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I want a Time-Lapse Camera for Writing

And a Zamboni.

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May I leave him a message?

Do you think Mr. von Hogflume does children’s parties?

Because I’d like to go back to the one where Julius Whathisname told me I was too fat to eat a piece of my own birthday cake and tell myself to tell him exactly what he could do with his piece—and then punch him in the nose.

Which is exactly why someone removed my reverse gear . . .

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Idealism vs. Honesty

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A Subtle Reminder

I have four poem entries now
Please write yours right away
‘Cause contests about purple cows
Don’t come along every day!

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* Because you consumed every single icing crumb a quarter to Midnight the day before the launching of your new Lifestyle . . .

*I’m exaggerating, slightly. It was a Hyundai and the Heimlich wasn’t necessary.

Random Thursday: Hairy Balls and other Intellectual Stimulation

Catchy Title, no?

This Random Thursday is going to be a quickie, because the writing, she is like this right now:

And I must take advantage.

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Warning: Intellectual Time Suck Ahead
(and some ads—sorry)

I don’t subscribe to many YouTube Channels—actually, I just figured out how—but besides the Piano Guys and Tim Minchin* the only other channel I follow is the one owned by CGP Grey.

All you need to know—and all I know—is that CGP Grey’s tagline is “Complex Things Explained” and the videos this individual produces do indeed explain complex things, like what places make up the UK and why coffee is the most excellent addictive substance ever.

This is the first one I saw, but it wasn’t the last—I lost hours . . .

. . . but gained knowledge.

Not a bad trade.

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Warning: Intellectual Time Suck, Serious Geek Edition:

I don’t follow the MinutePhysics channel ( “cool physics and other sweet science”)—just found it this morning by accident while trying to copy and paste the above video into WordPress before the caffeine kicked in—but I will.

Not just because I really do love physics,** or because they gave me a great title for this blog post, but because these guys have given me a scientific, mathematically-proven excuse for my hair.

You can’t put a price on that:

Right?

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And This one’s Just a Bunch of Cool Words

But what words they are:

It’s also one of the best book trailers I’ve seen.

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I have tomorrow off, and I’m going to spend it in a yet unselected location,*** where I will be writing until I have to pick up Janie from school.

We’ll see how it goes . . .

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*For reasons that most of you probably already know. If you don’t, keyword them into the search window to your upper left to find out.

**Someone asked me this morning—as I was exclaiming over this video—how I can love physics and maintain my aversion to basic math. Well . . . physics, on my level, is made of amazing plug-and-play formulas and fantastic experiments created by brilliant minds that explain how the universe itself operates. The main thing basic math has shown me is how much money I don’t have in my bank account, and I have to do all the work. Which would you prefer?

***Which will have a hot and cold running caffeine supply, convenient bathrooms, and possibly WiFi, although I’m not sure if that’s a good idea.   But first, I have to get  Rocinante’s oil changed—where did the mileage go?  I haven’t been anywhere . . .