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.
This isn’t really random—there’s a definite theme. But that’s not my fault.
As found on xkcd, ’cause I’m not looking at any more white stuff unless I absolutely have to.
But y’all go ahead.
Let me know if the second from the left in the second row or the first one in the last row shows up, would you?
I have questions.
As if the snow and sub-freezing temperatures weren’t enough
Now the ice is coming to get us.
It sounds like a steam engine made of glass.
Move Over . . .
Isn’t this in the Book of Revelations, somewhere ?
“And lo, the gato shall hibernate with the gecko . . .”
The Time Suck with No Clean Up
Okay. I admit it. I like some snowflakes.
The indoor, paper kind.
Especially when I don’t have to drag out the vacuum to pick up all the schnibbly* bits left over.
You know you want to.
ALL Snowflakes are Special
Favorite description of an obsessive science nerd ever starts around 1:18.
This is fascinating stuff . . . but the second time I watched it, I noticed that Joe—who ranks high in my list of favorite YouTube science channel announcers—isn’t blinking. His eyebrows are working overtime, but he doesn’t actually blink until 5:07.
I realize knowing this—and/or confirming it with a third run-through—puts me at a solid seven on the Wilson Bentley scale . . . but that just makes me an extra special snowflake, amiright?