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.
Or a Giant Squid
Please note: the above strategy doesn’t work on Real People™,
who tend to accuse Atomic Physicist Mimes of cheating.
Ruan Hao of LYCS Architecture made a table that keeps your cat entertained,
so you can USE the top of the table for HUMAN PURPOSES* without furry interference.
Also probably works with Chihuahuas and ferrets, and possibly small amphibians, too,
though you’ll want to watch that finish.
(Via my husband, who apparently does read this blog . . . who knew?)
Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spock
I know it’s old. Hush.
This works great . . . unless you’re the type of person who can understand the rules on the first try.
(via Siobhan—I remember this!)
Quick! Call Mr. Nimoy!
Or Mr. Quinto, fine—is this really the time for that argument?
(via Watson, who is still with us in spirit)
It’s Simple . . . Not
Apparently, in Real Life™, Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spock is harder to explain that in the above clip.
A few of Jim Parsons’ many failed attempts show up on the show’s blooper reel for the second season.
He has a theory about this:
Maybe he should have tried an atomic mushroom cloud?
(via Robin, who loves blooper reels as much as I do)
Random Rat on a Skateboard
For Mike Allegra.
He knows why.
Rock, Paper, Deus ex Machina
At this point, you might as well go back to tossing coins . . .
I’m so tempted to send this to the writers of the Big Bang Theory.
The blooper reel would be epic.
(Don’t know where this one came from—if you sent it to me, let me know)
Paper beats Paper
As in, $50,000 oblong, green pieces of it.
Behold the 2006 Rock Paper Scissors World Championship.
The announcers are determined to earn their paychecks, too, bless ’em.
(From Chris, who has been hanging around Kev too long)
*Disclaimer: please note that this blog cannot be held responsible for any Human Purposes that might overwhelm the structural integrity, tensile strength, or general hygienic properties of the table—or the stress threshold of the average cat. Purpose responsibly, y’all.
Sheldon® is the brainchild of the brilliant and (so far) non-litigious Dave Kellet, who is one of the coolest people ever to send his brainchild into the Interwebz. Go look.