Random Thursday: Weird Sights and Odd Favorites

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.

Just what it says on the tin.

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Who vs. Groot

I saw Guardians of the Galaxy this past Friday.

I laughed.  I groaned.  I cried. I laughed.  I LOVED.

I’ve been talking about it, quoting from it,
and obsessing about Lee Pace’s chronic lack of blink rate ever since
and telling all my friend that they Must See This Movie,
if only to witness the deep bromance
between a sentient Tree and his enhanced Raccoon.

One of those friends countered with this
and a brief statement claiming primary dibs on Karen Gillian:

Her argument is valid.

But so is mine.

(I wouldn’t stand in line for three days to see this, Vonnie—I’d use a TARDIS)

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Janie’s iPod Wallpaper

I was afraid to ask.

So I didn’t.

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Doorigami!

My husband found this video and has landed himself a new DYI project!

Pocket doors are so 19th Century . . . .

As an aside, Klemens Torggler, the company, is now on my list of Best Names Ever.

And not just bcause it sounds like what you do when a key gets stuck in a lock.

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Meet Shoe Shoot?

What does this unsuspecting man on an elevator

And this wide-eyed dragon

Have in common?

Click over to Dave Merc’s MercWorks to find out.

And then stay a while and enjoy the wacky weltschmerz!

(thanks, caitlin—you were right!)

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Sunny’s Favorite Video

My baby is a DC girl.

I don’t know where I went wrong.

This is still pretty funny, though.

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Random Thursday: Elder Bookshopping, Bullseye Bears, and Barking Phlemfrogs

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.

 Sunny and my husband were both sick yesterday with a nasty gastrobug, and Sunny apparently adopted a giant, barking phlemfrog while I wasn’t looking and hid it in her esophagus. 

So I stayed home, too, and got  pages done between laundry, rubbing backs, forcing liquids on a disinterested barking frog kid,  and inadvertently marathoning kids’ morning television.

I also managed to throw together some random last night, while ignoring the warning rumbles of my own digestive system.

Here ’tis—the random, not the rumbles.  I’m planning on keeping those to myself as long as possible.

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Rocket Raccoon. August First. That is All.

What more do you really need?

Not that Chris Pratt’s abs aren’t a very nice touch.  Thank you, Movie Trailer!

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Cthtomer Service Win

If I ever go back to retail (Elder Gods forfend), I want to work for Waterstone.

The commute would be totally worth it.

(Thanks, Watson! And Mr. Lovecraft!)

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(A Small) Bear With Us

My husband told me that there was a trailer I had to see right away.

As in, “please stop what you’re doing and look at this” right away.

He was right.

Paddington Bear is a Very Big Deal in my husband’s family.

They have all the stories, which they’ve read with varied success to the next generation, and a loved-into-scruffiness family heirloom bear that the next generation denuded and disappeared within two minutes of its bequeathment unto them.

My family’s Very Big Deals have a slightly different focus, so my foremost memory of the Paddington Bear is the bullseye candy he’s always eating, or the marmelade he goes to great trouble—not always his own—to eat.

But I still wouldn’t miss seeing this movie with the bio-Wessons.

Think I’ll sneak in some bullseyes and marmelade.

It’s what Paddington would do.

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He’s Been Hurt Before

But he’s not bitter about it or anything.

(This is actually supposed to move, but I don’t gif a darn . . . Click it if you care.)

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THIS ONE

When I first saw this trailer, I thought—I know that guy. I love that guy—who is that guy?

It’s Jon Favreau.

The director of Iron Man? Plays Happy?

Happy.  Tony Stark’s bodyguard/chauffeu—you know what?

Never mind.

But I know how I’m spending my next afternoon off,
gastrobugs and barking phlemfrogs willing.