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.
When I was two or three, my family vacationed at the Trapp Family Lodge, where—according to other people’s memories—Maria Von Trapp held me on her lap and sang to me in German.
I’ll wait while you younger people look her up. . . . See?
I shall now bask in your envy for all that non-memory is worth.
Dang—that was quick.
The Price of Fame
Sir Patrick Stewart Moos — Can you?
Click the Teeter-Tottering Cows
to hear the finest assortment of
class-based cow accents ever recorded,
as expressed by a man who,
like Morgan Freeman,
can render the most ridiculous things
not only logical
but unbearably cool.
Warning: The management does not accept responsibility for ruined keyboards or stinging sinuses and suggests you put your drink several feet aside before listening.
(Thanks, indy. Damn recording never did embed . . . )
My next book will be titled The Best Novel Ever Written.
It’s worth a shot.
Speaking of Morgan Freeman . . .
I don’t know what he’d say,
but he’d say it exactly like Charlie Hopkins.
(thanks, Vonnie—I’ve been humming this all week)
And then find this lady a bathroom and a GPS.
Pretty Darn Close
Rob Cantor brought together a large group of talented people
to sing a song he wrote with Andrew Horowitz,
and then did a fake impression of them doing real impressions.
A video about making this video is here.
(Thanks, liligrif! I can’t believe they cut Chewbacca’s line, either)