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!”
Need a Birthday Cake for a Hoopy Frood?
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.
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.)
Have the Holiday Blues?
Have 49 seconds of mongooses playing in a ballpit.
(Thanks, Watson—this was timely, believe me!)
Hairballs may not have mass, but they do have squish . . .
Have Yourself a Minor Little Christmas