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 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 week has been surreal and I like to share.
How to Handle Being Freshly Pressed
1. Giggle wildly and dance around showing everyone the huge stat spikes in your bar graph and the hourly jumps in your comments and followers. Ignore all those who blink and say, “Oh. You have a blog?”
2. Clear the notifications out of your inbox on an hourly basis and hope you haven’t deleted anything that needs an immediate response, or indeed, any response.*
3. Hope that a few of the new people will stick around once they discover what really goes on around here.**
4. Repeat the following as needed:
Goes without saying, really . . .
The Perfect Mother’s Day Gift
A retractable leash + a binder clip + a suction cup hook =
No more drowned books!
Watson (my SIL) said she saw this and thought immediately of me. Can’t imagine why.
I showed my husband and he said, “That’s silly . . . You don’t take baths any more.”
Well, no. But make me one of these, throw in a working lock on the door and help me corral all the toys and find bubble bath that doesn’t smell like Dora the Explorer*** and I might consider it . . .
Smooth like Iron
This one goes out to all the other Marvel nerds and, I guess, Justin Timberlake fans.
I promise there aren’t any spoilers . . . or not any more than the trailers.
But you’ve already seen the movie anyway, right?
The brilliant wekejay has other mash-ups, if you’re interested—Batman Maybe had me rolling.
(what do you think, Jalisa? Better than the original?)
Because I Like Owls and I Live Caffeine
Though I’m thinking that first one looks far too cheerful and, you know, alive.
Another Mother’s Day Idea
Or at least the best car commercial I’ve ever seen.
And I once viewed over twenty collective minutes of Benedict Cumberbatch shilling^ for Jaguar.
Yeah, okay . . . Twice.
But this one still wins, for obvious reasons:
Sheer. Trekkie. Awesome.
*If I haven’t responded to something you sent to me between Tuesday and today, please forgive me and send it again—if you sent it before that, I’ll find another excuse and get back to you . . . probably.
** Though if Poetry Wednesday didn’t send the numbers plummeting, you’re probably as close to bulletproof as you can be.
***Coconut, apparently. Yeah, I don’t know, either.
^Although, since it’s Mr. Cumberbatch, one should really use a lower-pitched verb. To properly shill, you really need to be a tenor . . .