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 
I always enjoy Random Thursdays, but this has been one of my favorites. A wonderful mash-up; and btw, mark of a good person is realizing the beautify of mash-ups, particularly where Sherlock is concerned (THANK YOU*); that library parking lot will be in my dreams; your kids are too lovable; I knew about Hugh (because he’s the coolest man to pull of Broadway AND Marvel), but NPH? News. Shocking and awesome. 🙂
*For introducing me and my husband to GOLD.
I’ve always thought that enjoying fanfic and fanvids was a sign of good character, or at least the kind of character I like to hang with. Not to mention liking my kids. 😀
GAH! My two favorite shows, my two favorite actors, mish-mashed together.
Love.
It is lovely, isn’t it? One of my co-workers mentioned that it was a good thing Sherlock made all those snooty noises . . . I couldn’t disagree. 🙂
A smorgasbord! And look, ma! No curses.
Not even a little one? 🙂
Not even a tiny one.
Hang on… you like Sherlock and Dr Who? Really? I never knew.
How do I love that parking lot.
Yeah, Downith, I’m subtle with a S-U-D-D-L-E.
I’m wondering what kind of budget that city has, and if they’re hiring . . .
Don’t you mean ‘car park?’ ;-D
I can swing both ways baby. I’m a cultural chameleon.
Hey, none of that, now, you bi-dialectal, you . . . 😉
I’m freaking out over the parking garage. How do I find the Tolkien section?
Speak, friend, and turn left . . .
It’s true. It’s all about the gift bags.
Gosh, I miss the theatre.
I’m not sure I do. But I never reached the gift bag level, so . . .