Random Thursday: Men, Music, and Questionable Dairy Products

Random Thursday (ˈrandəm ˈTHərzdā): the day on which Sarah plunks down all the odd bits and pieces she’s been sent by friends or has otherwise stumbled upon this week 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.

This one is dedicated to my kids, who managed to avoid bedtime for a whole half hour the other night by asking me to confirm a single weird fact about dolphins, sending us all on a strange and squicky quest that . . . derailed a bit.


Got Hipposudoric Acid?

This is hippopotamus milk.  From a lactating (I hope) hippo.

It’s pink.

Don’t know why that weirds me out, but it does.

Hippo milk

Actually, the milk itself is white,
but hippos secrete Hipposudoric acids and Norhipposudoric acids
which are red and orange and, coincidentally, important to hippo health
and these mix with the milk,
so it turns pink.

Frankly, this doesn’t make feel any less weird about it.



Show of Hands

How many of you know exactly why this puts sticking stuff to stuff up to eleven?

This Is Spinal Tape

And why I just said that?

(appropriated from the Facebook page of Cornelia Read)



The incomparable Tim Minchin provides a six-minute commentary
on the heartbreak of Lactose Intolerance.

I feel you man. I feel you.


And while we’re at it . . .

Giraffe milk is kosher.


Because giraffes qualify as ritually pure animals anyway,

and their milk curdled when someone tested it.

I think the fact that someone bothered to curdle giraffe’s milk to find out
is either really cool or even stranger than the results.



The Most Interesting Wizard

Most Interesting Wizard

(via Watson, who knows from interesting men)


Wait for it . . .

Now this is what I call a concert.

(My husband found this for me—-thanks, love!)


Photo of the skeptical giraffe by Hans Hillewaert, via Wikimedia Commons

Random Thursday: Random, Alternative Lovestylings

Happy Random Valentine’s Day!

And just remember:  you knew what you were getting into when you clicked the link . . . 



That Creepy-Uppy kind of Love

Tim Minchin, ladies and gentlemen.  He is The Awesome.

He also wrote a couple of love songs I can’t possibly share on a blog where I write about my kids.

They’re on YouTube.  Go find ‘em.

(Dad, I’ll e-mail you the links)


Geek Lines

Geek Love



Zombie Romance with Bonus Earworm

I know I’ve shared this before, but it’s so flippin’ adorable, like Holly Hobbie gone . . . off.

Still a better love story than . . . you know.

And you’ll be humming it for days.


It’s True.  I do.

Napping Love


Depressed about Being Single?

Let Christy Murphy turn you around:


To My Darling

Favorite Husband

I don’t tell you this nearly as much as I should.

Random Thursday: Beyonce, Blemishes, Bailey, and my Brand-new Braincrush

I don’t know about you, but after this week, I need a laugh in the worst way.

And just in case SOPA and PIPA do actually pass next week, I figure I might as well share as many of my favorite videos as possible with as many people as possible as soon as possible.

So here you go, a recent, random assortment of clips that make me do that laugh I warned you about a few Random Thursdays ago.


Best Benign Use of Just Because We Can Technology

It’s amazing what a couple of Wii controllers and some remote controlled Nao robots can, um, “accomplish” . . .

For extra JBWC technopoints, I found this through a Twitter retweet.


 My New Braincrush

 Lyra recently did a great post on her blog about what makes certain people sexy.  I shared a (cough) brief list of well-known people I found (cough) rather attractive.^

On that list—and let me know if you find this in any way a surprise—are several comedians.  One of these is Dara O’Briain.

Mr. O’Briain is so my type: big, brilliant, and funny like you wouldn’t believe.  Even a brief clip from one of his stand up routines can dissolve me into a helpless, sobbing laughpuddle, which has always been my personal kind of sexy.*

There’s a touch of strong language in this clip.  But since it’s spoken in an Irish accent,** it sounds like music, anyway.

 He also hosts—or hosted, not sure if it’s still in production—a BBC show called Mock the Week, a sort of political Whose Line is it Anyway with the commentary provided by some scathingly funny comedians, one or two of which are also in my comment to Lyra’s post.

Segment clips can be found all over YouTube, though most of the show isn’t entirely safe for work or kids, unless you enjoy explaining insinuating or outright graphic (looking at you, Frankie Boyle,*** but who isn’t?) jokes to your boss and/or children.  My  very favorite clip from the show is probably this one, though the outtakes are hilarious, too.


Just One of the Many Reasons Bill Bailey Should Also Be on That List

I’m a huge fan of both Metallica and Bill Bailey’s musical comedy.  Put them together with my adoration of eclectic musical instruments, and you get yet another braincrush:

Sorry for the momentary memory lapse, Mr. Bailey—it was late and I was tired.  Won’t happen again.


And finally, another love song from the incomparable Tim Minchin, just to prove that he is the natural heir, one hemisphere removed, to Tom Leher:


^My husband, while deserving to be on any and all listings of attractive, sexy people, is not universally well-known and therefore wasn’t up for discussion at the time.  How was that, honey?

*And also explains why Rowan Atkinson is on the list, though, as I mentioned over at Lyra’s place, when Mr. Atkinson is being interviewed, but not actually performing, he’s attractive in a more conventional, cerebral way (the frontal lobes on that man . . .)

**Which alone makes this man swoonworthy, in my opinion.  Voices, accents, and syntax have always fascinated me, though in a way slightly closer to  My Fair Lady than  A Fish Called Wanda.  Hush, I said slightly.

***Mr. Boyle looks like a man-sized boy scout—clean cut handsome with red hair and black-rimmed glasses—and has a beautiful Glaswegian accentBut he tells some of the filthiest, most tasteless and scathing jokes and one-liners you’ll ever hear—funny and clever as hell, but Not Safe For Most.  The kicker is that right after he fires off one of these things, he does this mischievous little grin that makes him look about twelve—it’s fascinating that the most normal, charming thing about him actually seems the most off-kilter in comparison.