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.
If you want coherent awesomeness, back up to yesterday’s post and read what people who are capable of coherent awesomeness have to say.
You want a look at the bits and pieces that shuffled themselves to the surface of my aching brain in time to be tossed into a post while I squinted balefully at the screen through one of my ever-delightful sinus headaches, read on.
She Trifectaed that Verbiage
For the Knitters who Cook
Or vice versa.
Please note that this doesn’t work quite so well
if your household includes a gerbil,
as the gerbil will hold prior claim to every, single cardboard tube
in the house during the course of its lifetime.
Just ask my kid.
(My husband sent me this—I think he may be warming up to my stash, if you know what I mean.)
It’s a Con! It’s Trap! It’s a Time Suck!
Physicsgames.net is a great place to
lose a few hours
learn about the valuable, practical applications of physics in a fun way,
like popping little gluey guys as they slide into a series of distillation beakers
(Yeah, I don’t know either—must be a physicist thing).
Or building Fantastic Contraptions.
In this game, you take wheels, rods, magnets, and other objects from the top of the screen . . .
to build a contraption in the blue workspace that will deliver the pink ball to the goal space . . .
Sometimes you can even keep your contraption from falling over.
7 thoughts on “Random Thursday: Eternal Random of a Spotty Mind”
aaahhhhh. Thank you.
You’re welcome, John! 🙂
Well, gerbils do like and destroy those little cardboard rolls, but maybe you can work out a rodent tithe? I suggest 50%.
It’s difficult to get a gerbil to agree to things like that. Maybe I can trade some sunflower seeds for ’em. 🙂
The Raptor meme just blew my mind.
That being said, if I lived in the psychotic, no-means-yes world of Sam-I-Am, I wouldn’t be able to kill myself fast enough.
Three words: The Giving Tree.
Oh, how I just wish that tree told the kid to shove it.