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 this week 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.
Thanks for all the Shakespeare stuff—and the turtles—y’all sent me over the last two days!
It made me feel much better.
So you can stop, now . . .
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God match me with a good dancer
(Much Ado About Nothing, Act 2)
Mr. Jeff Breslin won The Washington Post’s 2003 In the Style of Contest with this one.
(Thanks, George!)
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Your abilities are too infant-like for doing much alone.
(Coriolanus, Act 2)
Dude.
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Turtlepocalyse
Because a week can’t go by without someone sending me a turtletachment or two.
(not that I mind—thanks, liligriff!)
This one is from the Double Clicks, a musical group who has vowed to write a song a week for a year,
with somewhat random results.
If turtles aren’t your thing, try “Wonder (The Wonder Woman Song).”
It’s beautiful.
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(Omelet, Course 3)
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The Comedy of Two Well-Measured Gentlemen Lost in the Merry Wives of Venice on a Midsummer’s Twelfth Night in Winter
or
Cymbeline Taming Pericles the Merchant in the Tempest of Love as Much as you like it for Nothing
or
Four Weddings and a Transvestite
as compacted and performed by the Reduced Shakespeare Company:
(Thanks, Vonnie—I needed that)
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Glorious Summer my Calypigian Derrière
(Richard III, Act 1 . . . Sort of)
(I’m not sharing the other one, Kev—you know why)
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The Cutest Widdle Beaver-Duck
This baby platypus girl made Watson squee. You have been warned.
Earful of Cider 