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.
Here, have a little magic.
Do they come in Smaug Red?
Unfortunately, not—the Bob Basset Workshop doesn’t make many of any design the create, and this one is a few years old.
But it might be worth asking them to look in their storeroom one more time for a forgotten order . . .
Just look at that beautiful tummy.
The one thing I don’t get is the model’s expression.
If I scored one of these, I’d be grinning like a fool.
Where do imaginary friends come from?
The Imagination Workshop has an idea . . .
Watch the credits—always watch Imagination Workshop credits.
Did you know you can get a Unicorn Hunting License from Lake Superior State University?
The story behind it is almost as interesting as the Regulations,
which allow unicorns to be taken by, among other things, iambic pentameter.
Using virgins as bait is apparently considered too unsporting, or unlikely, to mention, though I did notice that hunters are requested to report which direction the unicorn was heading at the time.
Hunting is not allowed on Valentine’s Day, so you’ll have to wait until the weekend to try it out.*
The licenses are issued by the same group who provides an annual List of Words Banished from the Queen’s English for Mis-Use, Over-Use and General Uselessness.
So while you’re there downloading your license, you can take a look at the words and phrases we love to hate (is that one on there?) and nominate your own least-favorite verbal tic.
Angelica Bongiovonni dancing with a Cyr wheel.
Trust me past the 1:30 mark and then go with it.
*I’m more of a catch-and-release person, myself, but if any of you more serious hunters bag a ‘corn and decide to make a backpack, send me pictures!