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
The only thing this stuff has in common is that it made me go, “Whoa!”
Join me?
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Need a Birthday Cake for a Hoopy Frood?
Don’t panic.
Unless you don’t know what a hoopy frood is, or why towels are important.
Then you can panic a little, until you can get to a library or bookstore and ask where they’re keeping the Douglas Adams books.
Read. Enjoy. Repeat.
You can thank me with cake.
(Thanks, caitlin!)
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One Does Not Simply Listen . . .
Can you imagine the roadies for this group?
“Thou shall not (without a backstage) pass!”
(Thanks, Kev! Force liquids,* dude—you’ll make it.)
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Have the Holiday Blues?
Have 49 seconds of mongooses playing in a ballpit.
You’re welcome.
(Thanks, Watson—this was timely, believe me!)
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Physics Pwn
Hairballs may not have mass, but they do have squish . . .
(Thanks, Paula!)
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Have Yourself a Minor Little Christmas
Earful of Cider 
The minor key makes that song come alive, and I love the part with the harmony. Thanks, Sarah!
It gave me goosebumps—I wasn’t expecting it. 🙂
Cats–they know where their towel is. They’ve stolen it from you, and you’ll never see it again.
And if you do see it again, you won’t want it back . . .
I watched the mongooses (mongeese?) and was filled with joy.
Then I listened to the minor key Christmas carols and wanted to throw myself off of a bridge.
Fortunately, I soon discovered a cure for my depression:
MORE MONGEESEES! I LOVE THE MONGEESESES TO PIECES! WHEEEEEE!
Have yourself a mongoose little Christmas, Mike. 🙂
Will do.