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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First, Some Fanvid Love:
I love BBC Sherlock* and I love Dr. Who** and I like fanvid mashups. And I’m not apologizing for any of it.
The song is one of my kids’ favorites, too.
There’s another version between Doctors Ten*** and Eleven—the last three seconds are priceless.
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This is the parking garage of—or possibly just near—the downtown library in Kansas City.
I’ve never been there, but if this is where patrons park, can’t you imagine the possibilities for the actual library?
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I Hate Flying
I sent a friend of mine a rant about how much I didn’t want to fly to Bouchercon this October.^ I said I’d rather bike.
Five minutes later, he sent me a link to this, with a note: Why not do both?
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Rough Translation: Bless You and Lay off the Broccoli
My SIL suggested that I write up this truly bizarre conversation we had with, I think, Sunny, but right now I can’t remember a word of it, or even the subject.
I blame Janie, who, when someone^^ passed audible gas last night, grinned and said, “Gesund-toot.”
I love that kid.
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Anything you can do—Wait, Gift Bags?
I knew one of these men could sing. I knew one of these men could dance. But both? I am replete.
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*Really, Sarah? Never noticed.
***I’m sure than not really a crown in Ten’s mouth. It’s probably alien technology that allows him to . . . sing really long notes?
^And it looks like I’m going to have to, unless I can get two days off on either side for travel and recovery. Or talk someone into driving up with me.
^^Let’s just say it was Sunny, as she’s young enough to get away with it and can’t read the blog, yet.
Earful of Cider 