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.
This post is dedicated to Kev, whose relentless dedication to sending me the weirdest dang stuff is truly astonishing, and to firstmausi, who always brightens my day no matter what she sends my way.
And to my husband, whom you may blame for the fourth item down. Heaven knows I do.
Is Worth Two Passes with Spellcheck
Let me know in the comments.
Been There, Done That
You know those Pumgo stairmaster-bicycle-scooters that are the Must Have for coordinated exercise addicts on the go?
That concept is so 1910.
I’m nearly certain that this gentleman is using them because they’re fun,
not because they work his hamstrings.
Frankly, I find that a much better motivation for using either one of these contraptions in public.
There are many versions of Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” and I’ve heard a lot of them over the years.
But a friend sent me the version embedded below, with the subject heading, “Wait for it.”
I’ve learned to trust her, so I listened while I did some editing. I thought it was passable enough and wondered vaguely which former boy band had gathered together to sing it . . .
Until 2:05. When I dropped my gum.
On my manuscript. And didn’t care.
Don’t skip ahead. You will be rewarded.
He’s Kurt Nilsen.
Turns out, he won World Idol some years back—his talent beat Kelly Clarkson’s
legs by a fair number of points.
If that isn’t a sincere tribute to the quality and power of his voice, I don’t know what is.
This Isn’t What You Think It Is
It isn’t what anyone thinks it is.
Click the image, heed the warning, and follow the directions.
Then come back and tell me what the #$%% just happened.
Salavador Dali and his Anteater
The only thing surprising is the total lack of surprise.
You Want ACTUAL Staggering Beauty?
Let Sergei Polunin take you to church.