Random Thursday: LEGOing Looms, Defending Socks, and that Essential Touch of Glass

It’s Thursday.  It’s Random.  It’s Random Thursday.


It’s a loom. Made out of LEGO.

You would think this would get boring after the first thirty seconds.  But it actually doesn’t.

Beats those elastic-loop potholder frames by miles, doesn’t it?



Octopus Knot

I’ve had three wonderful people e-mail me their contest poems, but in the comments of yesterday’s post, there is naught but whistling wind.

Where is the love? Where is the Octopodean verse?

You have until midnight Chicago time tonight! There’s a free mug at stake!

Simple Haiku Mug

Go forth and find rhymes for eight, ink, calamari, squishy, and Blue-Rings of Death!

And post them here!


Sock Defenders!

An alternate theory explaining the disappearance of socks

and why cats are so interested in sitting on one’s clean laundry.

You know those kittens are going to catch it for messing up the drawers.

That’s why adult cats are so cynical.


Dropping the Pigeon

Pigeon Lost

I’m probably going to have to retitle Pigeon Drop, as there is no longer a literal pigeon drop scam in it and the metaphor is a bit of a stretch.

Dang it.


A Touch of Glass Class

Simply beautiful.


What are you waiting for?  Go write an octopus poem!


21 thoughts on “Random Thursday: LEGOing Looms, Defending Socks, and that Essential Touch of Glass

  1. Poems submitted, videos watched (mild disturbance and then wild excitement that the cat apparently “ate” that guy). My boys aren’t right.
    You know, I love the name Pigeon Drop but am glad it’s going. I know you will come up with something bright and shiny and perfect for this book. Save that for the next one where it lines up better.

  2. So you’re saying I should forgive Saucy when she immediately leaps onto the clean clothes I plan to wear to work? And the she rolls on them and sheds as much hair as possible? And then sneezes/drools for good measure? I don’t know. I just don’t know.

    Plus, I suspect that if those mini burglars offered her even one Friskies Party Mix treat, bitch would be helping them load up the socks.

  3. And here I’ve been so proud that I’m staying caught up on blog posts every few days or so, and I still missed the entire contest! Guess I was too occupied to be octopied. (Aren’t you relieved I didn’t have time to write a whole poem?)

  4. I once gave a man $5 to play the intro to In-A-Gadda-Da-Vita on glasses in Jackson Square New Orleans. I’d have given him more, but I ended money to, uh, buy beads. Yeah, that’s how I got them all, I bought them.

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