Random is as random does.
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In Case You Were Wondering:
(Yeah, Vonnie—you got me)
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Sarah’s Spirit Couch
Judge me all you want, but let’s call a spud a spud.
‘Cause “spud” is fun to say.
Spud, spud, spud, spud, spud, spud, squid, spud, spud, spud, spud, spud . . .
See?
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Mathematical Brain Owies
Yes, this is cool.
No, I can’t even.
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How to Bring Out That Vein in Your Beloved’s Forehead
Look, you can see their heart beating,
right above their beautiful, bulging eyes,
just for you . . .
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Now, THIS is Math I Can Get Behind
So to speak.
This had Janie on the floor laughing.
I’m expecting a call from her leadership camp any minute now.
In other news, I’ve stopped assembling Thursday posts with my headphones on . . .
(Dang it, Kev—quit undermining my parental authority)
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Ice, Ice Baby:
Marty Ray-–who reminds me of my BIL in more than one way—is a true magician.
Behold, for he hath performed the miracle of the age:
Right?
(Thanks, Roy!)
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Wondering about the hidden squid?
It’s in here somewhere.
Go back and look—I’ll wait.
Earful of Cider 
I don’t know what it says about me that I spotted the sneaky squid right away. But that song is awesome!
If it says you’re used to the way my mind works, I’m truly sorry. 😀
It is, isn’t it? I was floored when I heard it the first time.
You stinker.
Moi? Pourquoi?
Squid. Like we don’t do enough proofreading for crying out loud!
Humph.
Squid.
Mad props to Marty Ray. I used to say that the good songs can be translated into other genres and not lose a beat (see Harry Connck Jr. covers, who brought this to my attention), but I can’t say that now thanks to Marty lol.
Covers like this and Jimmy Fallon’s barbershop quartet highlight just how bizarre and occassionally just how IQ-dropping lyrics are.
Yep. My own personal wake-up call on that was a barbershop version of the Best of Nirvana. Nirvana + peppy cheer = WTF?
A fine rendition of Ice Ice Baby. But he could lose a small child in that beard of his.
Inspiration for a new book? 🙂