Random Thursday: Cold Noses, Yummy Math, and Insanely Brilliant Artists*

 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.

Yep.

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I don’t remember who sent me the link to Maggie Stievater’s collection of
Novelist Error Messages.

But thank you!

(Click on the images for the rest of them—and follow her Tumblr while you’re there, ’cause she’s Maggie Stievater )

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Fractal Pancakes!

Nathan Shields of Saipancakes can make pancakes look like anything.

You want Santa’s Reindeer?

You want Sports?

You want the cast of the Hobbit?

You want a seriously delicious Time Suck?

Check out his site.

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The True Meaning of Christmas

As seen through the eyes of an older sibling.

Yeah . . . That’s about how I remember it, too, but I thought I’d check with Jane, since the memory would be more recent.

She just sighed, shook her head and walked away.

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I Don’t Care, as Long as it Covers My Nose.

A fabulous knitmare of a FaceHugger, by Knitrocious

I’m serious about the nose thing—though I did finally  let my hair grow out enough so I don’t have to choose between taking out all five pairs of earrings or risking frostbite this year.

I don’t have a pierced nose—the beauty of small, bulbous potatoes cannot be  further enhanced even by the careful placement of a single jewel, plus I wear glasses to write—but there’s a wind chill advisory going on right now, and on the five minute walk between the library and my car, most of that advised wind blew straight up my nostrils and into my brain.

Guh.

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The Beauty of Mathematics in Motion

“Mathematics, rightly viewed, possesses not only truth, but supreme beauty — a beauty cold and austere, without the gorgeous trappings of painting or music.”  —Bertrand Russell

Speaking of “rightly viewing,” WordPress apparently won’t allow me to embed Vimeo anymore, so if you want a full screen that isn’t fuzzy—and I highly recommend it—here’s a link to the original, by the brilliant Yann Pineill & Nicolas Lefaucheux.

You can see the sugar cube hit the caffeine a lot better that way.

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*Please for to note the exactly order of the last two descriptors.  Thank you.

Random Thursday: Awesomesaurs and Some Unexpected Shakespeare

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.

Y’all sent me a lot of videos and dinosaur stuff this week.  

Here are the ones I can share on a blog that my mother’s friends read.* 

And if you were wondering, the current winner of the Worst  Bridal March Song—as supplied by my friend Cristina, who, disturbingly, didn’t have to think about it**—is SuperFreak.

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The Double Clicks Dimetrodon

Because this song makes me happy for reasons I can’t entirely explain.

That’s why.

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Awesomesaurs and Two Amazing Parents

You’ll want to click the image (or here) for the full story.

Trust me.

Meanwhile, I’m raiding Sunny’s plastic menagerie . . .

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Richard III as a ten-year old

Obscure joke, funny bit.

And his face . . .

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I know, I know . . . 

 . . . But it’s never too early for Rudolph the Big Green Stego

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“Not By Wit nor Whiskered Jowl”

Dubious use of Shakespeare’s Giant Vocabulary by the inestimable John Branyan.

Awesome.

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* I’m sending the rest to your mother’s friends.  I’m a librarian—I can find ’em.

** I’ve decided that what really bothers me about this is that she was negative-five when the song came out.  And I . . . wasn’t.

Random Thursday: Shakespeare, a Beaver-Duck, and the Fastest Turtle on Earth

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.

Thanks for all the Shakespeare stuff—and the turtles—y’all sent me over the last two days!

It made me feel much better.

So you can stop, now . . .

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God match me with a good dancer
(Much Ado About Nothing, Act 2)

Mr. Jeff Breslin won The Washington Post’s 2003 In the Style of Contest with this one.

(Thanks, George!)

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Your abilities are too infant-like for doing much alone.
(Coriolanus, Act 2)

Dude.

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Turtlepocalyse

Because a week can’t go by without someone sending me a turtletachment or two.

(not that I mind—thanks, liligriff!)

This one is from the Double Clicks, a musical group who has vowed to write a song a week for a year,
with somewhat random results.

If turtles aren’t your thing, try “Wonder (The Wonder Woman Song).”

It’s beautiful.

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(Omelet, Course 3)

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The Comedy of Two Well-Measured Gentlemen Lost in the Merry Wives of Venice on a Midsummer’s Twelfth Night in Winter
or
Cymbeline Taming Pericles the Merchant in the Tempest of Love as Much as you like it for Nothing
or
Four Weddings and a Transvestite

as compacted and performed by the Reduced Shakespeare Company:

(Thanks, Vonnie—I needed that)

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Glorious Summer my Calypigian Derrière

(Richard III, Act 1 . . . Sort of)

(I’m not sharing the other one, Kev—you know why)

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The Cutest Widdle Beaver-Duck

This baby platypus girl made Watson squee. You have been warned.