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.
Look what I found in a folder on my desktop when I was trying to find my original draft of chapter seventeen!
How to make Sewing Fun Again
Just take the arc reactor out of the cryhole, blue line it, attach it to the bobbinator, and pop out the dilithium crystal so you don’t abuse the quaffle with the uppydowny or snap the snitch when you let ‘er rip with the flounce attachment.
Wow . . . that sounds way more suggestive than I’d intended.
Then again, it is supposed to be more fun, so . . .
(one of you sent me this—who?)
Save the Death Bats!
Because pollinators are so very important to our ecosystem, the U.S. now has a National Pollinator Health Strategy.
I am 100% behind this, especially if we can get some government power (such as it is) behind saving bees and bats.
However . . .
. . . it occurs to me that while this fuzzy yellow guy is clearly a major contributor to the process of pollination,
not to mention absolutely adorable,
as many bats are,
he is also caked with pollen,
which makes him one of the deadliest creatures in the world,
to those of us with sinus problems.
The Ciiiiiiircle of Liiiiiiife . . .
(Cha Cha shared this on Facebook for serious reasons, which I subverted for a cheap laugh—unless you clicked the image to look at the National Pollinator Health Strategy, which would make me a marketing genius . . . and also feel less guilty)
Sanford and Son were . . . British?
That’s . . . weird.
I wonder if Elizabeth knew?
The man always had to have the last word, didn’t he?
If the rest of you want to know why I think Mr. Blanc’s gravestone is relevant, check this out.
And then do yourself a solid and go through the rest of Mike Allegra’s archives—
some of his stories have moved me to tears.
Which Horseman of the Apocalypse are You?
Me? I’m Procrastination. Sorry I’m late . . .
I’d Tap That
But I’d fall down. A lot.