It’s Thursday! It’s Random! It’s Random Thursday!
Some of these might not be entirely inexplicable.
But the pun thing is true enough.
The Morbidity of Bathtime
Artist Eden Gorgos makes beautiful, skull-themed soaps that she hopes will remind us of the “brevity of life” and possibly also what cleanliness is next to,
though as she is also offering “Astral Goat Soap” as aKickstarter incentive, I shouldn’t presume.
She calls them “bath and body products for the morbid.”
That tickles me. Don’t know why.
And can I just say that the mere existence of Astral Goat Soap makes me inexplicable happy?
‘Cause it does.
Please Note the Time
And syncopate your watches.
By which I mean the 1983 version of Meco’s “Ewok Celebration” on a 45, with C3PO rap.
It took me a very long time to find this, so I could show it to Sunny,
who wanted to know why, in her new Darth Vader & Son book,
Luke was dancing to a record player (which she also didn’t understand)
that was blasting a “Yub Dub!” word bubble,
while Darth Vader tried to get him to listen to anything else.
There are plenty of versions on Youtube, but they were all the wrong one. Club mixes and orchestral things and even someone doing a banjo version.
That last one was actually pretty good.
But I accept no substitutes.
When I was thirteen, I played this record seventy-five times a day on a turntable with no headphones.
The moment I left for college, I’m pretty sure my mother destroyed it with a hammer, a blow torch, bleach, and burial on holy ground.
I’m sure Vader knows exactly how she felt.
Eyeing Private Puns
K.B. Spangler, creator of the weird, wonderful, and politically skewed webcomic Girl and her Fed, is throwing her old bonus Patreon comics onto her tumblr, Puns are Lazy Humor, where everyone can see ’em
Some are adorable, some are NSFW (find ’em yourself), some are not safe anywhere.
Most are the kind of puns that one applauds by groaning and *headdesking*,
though if dick jokes are also your thing, Ms. Spangler has you covered.
So to speak.
I like the Pun Noir, Private Eye series, myself.
So, SO Eighties . . . But . . .
I love this song. I love this scene.
It’s not my very favorite—this one is—but it makes me happy.
I offer no excuses or apologies.
When are those ribbon barrettes coming back?
I used to rock those.