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 gonna pop some tags
Only got twenty dollars in my pocket . . .
Octodress: The Conversation
Watson: Alas, it’s 20 years too late for your big day…
Me: For that dress, I’ll get remarried. Sheer, Ugly, AWESOME.
Watson: There’s always Jane and Sunny.
Me: Jane will want to dye it black and go as Ursula. Sunny will give me that Look and say, “Are you serious?”
Watson: Tint the whole picture pink—Sunny’ll at least give pause. And prom IS coming up,* an Ursula dress might fit the theme of “under the sea” or even “Bon voyage”.
Me: Yes. I will be buying my children $5,000 designer dresses for prom.
Watson: She’s crafty. She’ll make it herself .
Me: That’s not particularly comforting.
Outclassed, Part One
Tom Hiddleston, on villiany.
Sorry—was there supposed to be a car or something in this?
This little jumping guy can’t help doing everything with style.
Still creepy as hell, though.
Outclassed, Part Two
Sir Ben Kingsley’s presence.
Mark Strong’s voice.**
Tom Hiddleston’s expression.
Still not seeing a car . . .
The formal wear of choice for fathers who have daughters.
I’m not the biggest Slayer fan
(’cause my brother-in-law is about a foot taller than I am***)
but I think I might be a die hard Rob Scallon fan.
*In FIVE YEARS, Watson, at LEAST. And that’s if your brother allows them to date before they’re thirty.
**I’m actually a little embarrassed at my reaction to Mr. Strong’s timbre. You’d think all my exposure (so to speak) to Benedict Cumberbatch’s vocal qualities would have given me immunity, but I’m sitting here blushing, for pity’s sake.
***Plus Metallica got there first and took up most of the room.