Random Thursday: Random Ducks, Forensic Vodka, and Improvisational Walking

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.

I’m pretty sure that all of today’s offerings can  be blamed credited to my SIL, Watson, who sends me fun stuff on a daily basis, a surprising percentage of which I can share on a public blog that my parents read.

I tend to e-mail the rest of it to my folks anyway, but we have a family delusion of propriety to uphold.  I think.  It was around here, someplace . . .


PA Snow

I’m several states away from Pennsylvania. but this looks familiar . . .

Oh, right. My driveway.


Olympian Improv

Wait for it . . .

You know, if I did this and found out it wasn’t true, I think I’d feel the same sense of pride and accomplishment.

I haven’t run three whole blocks in years.

The full story—about the torch run, not my abysmal level of physical fitness—is here.


Another Use for Vodka

As some of you might already know—and I’d prefer it if you kept the details to yourselves, please—Crystal Head is my favorite vodka.

Not just because of the bottle . . . okay,  mostly because of the bottle.


A forensic scientist named Nigel thought the bottle was pretty cool, too, and being a forensic scientist, he was able to do a little more than just look at it and say, “Cool.”

He started constructing Crystal Head Man:


There are several stages of the process shown here, if you like that sort of thing—I do, so you know I won’t judge—and the results are exactly what you might expect from a man whose very brain is made of distilled alcohol.




Duck, Duck . . . Duck?

Duck Duck Duck

The fabulous indyclause also sent me this one a few days ago—
I think it was meant to be subtle(ish) encouragement for a project I’m contemplating.

It’s  worked about twenty-three hundred words worth so far.

Because indy’s just that good.


Time Suck Walking

You won’t want to watch this all the way through, but you will.

Oh, yes.  You will.