Random Thursday: The Cute, the Chiroptera, and the Insanely Cool . . .

. . . In no particular order, as befits a Random Thursday assembled by a woman suffering from a mystery virus and buzzing from a dose of Dayquil and multiple gallons of Irish Breakfast tea.

If this is your first Random Thursday here, you’ll notice how it lives up to its name.  No rhyme or reason . . . just stuff i collected this week.



Cello Wars

When I started playing bassoon, my mother collected every bassoon-related item she could find, which couldn’t have been easy, as it’s always been the weird kid of the orchestra* and that odd tube coming out the side—it’s called a bocal, by the way, thanks very much—doesn’t make it easy for designers.

I’m having an easier time collecting cello stuff for Janie, mostly because violin, a viola, a cello, and bass viols are often indistinguishable when rendered in, say, stained glass ornaments or charm bracelets.

Besides, Mom didn’t have YouTube as a back up—or The Piano Guys:

Pure Nerdvana . . . or is that Nerdtopia?

Regardless, if you didn’t stick with this until the final credits, watch it again.  It’s worth it.


A week ago, my husband attended an instructor’s workshop on Aerial Yoga, which appears to my untrained eye to be half hatha, half sky dancing.

Practitioners use fabric loops attached to the ceiling to help them stretch and to achieve new poses without that pesky gravity getting in the way—although some of us know that gravity is just waiting for us to try it ourselves, rubbing its hands in anticipation.

This kind of yoga is just starting to hit (no pun intended) our area, and it looks like a lot of fun for—and I can’t stress this strongly enough—other people:

 Why, yes, I am a lucky woman.

 But if my husband is happy hanging upside-down with his cranium a couple feet above a hardwood floor, I’m happy.

Besides, he’s insured


Sunny the Cutebat has competition:

Picture three adults and two kids all staring at the same screen and saying, “Awwwwwwww!”  at exactly the same moment.  You’ll know the place when you see it:

Take that, baby sloth video!


Modesty forbids . . . Wait, no it doesn’t

Chris Ewan, author of the Good Thief series—which I’ve only raved about once or twice—wrote a Bouchercon article for the November/December issue of Crimespree Magazine.  

Guess who he mentioned meeting there?

But the passion went beyond just that. Sarah Wesson, a librarian and blogger (https://wessonblog.wordpress.com) from north-western Illinois, bumped into me in the foyer of the convention hotel one afternoon and asked me to sign a copy of The Good Thief’s Guide to Amsterdam. I was happy to oblige, more so when she told me she’d had to crawl under a bookseller’s table to retrieve it. But I was completely amazed when I ran into Sarah the following day and she told me that she’d not only finished my book, but had also recommended it to a number of people and blogged about it, too. Let me tell you, as fine as they are, that’s not something that’s ever happened to me at a UK convention.**

So if you came here from there—and I assume from the traffic increase that many of you did—welcome!  My own write up of Bouchercon starts here, if you’re interested.

Thanks, Chris!


*Except for the glockenspiel, which I have to admit is a strange piece of work.  The inventors of German musical instruments are not from this planet.

**  Crimespree Magazine #44 Nov/Dec (Kindle Locations 863-868).


18 thoughts on “Random Thursday: The Cute, the Chiroptera, and the Insanely Cool . . .

  1. I love random posts. Would you believe that my husband plays the bassoon? It’s not very often that I come across another player. He doesn’t, however, hang from the ceiling.

    That’s a great mention for Mr. Ewan. I’m glad you shared it so we can follow the links.

    • It’s amazing how many bassoonists are out there . . . Come to think, it’s amazing how many husbands don’t swing from the ceiling.

      Chris Ewan is a nice guy—and one hell of a writer.

  2. i like yoga, but if i had seen that photo with no relevant caption or back story, i would have wondered if there was some kind of torture exercise going on.

    (very cool on the chris ewan front!)

  3. Okay, okay.
    First, I had to call my husband in to see the Star Wars cellos and cannot wait to show the nerds-in-training.
    Second, we went to my daughter’s very first band concert tonight. She’s taking the oboe and is uber-excited that if they can recruit girl A to play oboe she will be able to ditch it and take the bassoon. Funny bit of synchronicity there.
    Third, the bat, the sweet little bat. Again, three kids are going to love that guy.
    Fourth, your husband?? Holy cow. How is that possible? I mean I get it with the cirque de soleil people, but a real person doing that? So flippin’ cool. (And completely with you about the “other” people.
    Fifth, Chris Ewan? What a class act. Enough said.

    Lastly, how much do I enjoy that I come here and can’t wait to show the people I love some really cool stuff from my favorite librarian. Their mom is not nearly that cool. I’ll have my kids talk to your kids. Check.

    • Cello Wars needs to go viral, if it hasn’t already, so thanks for doing your part! 🙂

      Bassoon Synchronicity is a remarkable thing—see Lisa’s comment above. If your daughter is serious, and I hope she is, let me know when she makes the transfer. I’ll send her a care package and earplugs for the rest of you.

      That bat . . . the rocking . . . Just a sec, have to watch it again. . . This vid is why I’m sticking with Twitter.

      My husband and Chris Ewan are equally cool in slightly different ways. 🙂

      Awww. Your kids’ Mom rocks.

      • I got the boys dressed in record time this morning, all but waiting in the car. Why?
        Because my friend, “Remember Miss Sarah, the librarian? Well she has something really cool with cellos and darth vader and chewy even makes an appearance on her site, and you can’t watch it unless you’re dressed and ready to go.

        Never had I wielded such power!

  4. Aerial yoga, eh? I learned something new every day. (For the record, I get enough of a headrush from regular yoga, thank you very much.)

    I had a crush on a bassoon player for about 10 minutes once when I was a teenager. Guess I always did go for the weird kid…

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