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.
Random with me!
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Scrimshaw Crocodile:
Strange, intricate hobby?
Or excellent Bayou Blues Jug Band?
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Seven Great Optical Illusions
Or are they?
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PLES RPET?
The MS Word printout of Jane’s Golf-Related Science Project?
Or a desperate cry for assistance,
hampered by an odd moment of indecision?
(Jane’s reactions: “I can’t believe I didn’t see that!!”)
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.
Happy birthday, Dad!
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Don’t Stare
Or they’ll stop moving.
My friend Siobhan used to love those 3-D Hidden Magic Picture illusions that were all the rage when we were in college.
I mean the rage part literally, because I could never see the dolphin or flying birds or whatever the heck was supposed to materialize in those patterns of random dots, and I still suspect it was a giant Emperor’s New Poster hoax.
Siobhan, because she’s evil, made it into a Thing, and has been shoving optical illusions at me ever since.
That’s a long dang time.
Last week, she sent me a link to the Mighty Optical Illusions website, which is full of static images that seem to move, presumably because the human brain hasn’t quite worked out how to communicate with its eyeballs, yet.
Or maybe vice versa. I’m a librarian, not a neuro-opthamologist.
Moillusions.com would be my new favorite Time Suck, except I can’t stay there for longer than ten minutes without getting dizzy.
Okay, dizzier.
Oh, hush.
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Captain Elsa
Artist Elsa Rhae bought a skin painting kit a little over a year ago and started experimenting.
She got good.
Check out her other creations on Facebook, because whoa.
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Illusiouflage
Sunny saw the elephant first, because I thought it was the back end of a baboon.
But I found the giraffe all by myself!
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Tensile Strengths
I love camping, but I’m not built for sleeping on the ground.
At all.
My husband found a fix for that.
(Click the image for more images)
Tensile tents are part hammock, part tent.
apparently comfortable and obviously cool.
If they’re as easy to install as advertised,
we’re thinking the kids could finally get that treehouse they’ve always wanted . . .
and maybe I can have my own office!
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Love Them Again
The last time I shared a video featuring the amazing a cappella group Pentatonix,
they were singing about numbers and cookies on Sesame Street.
Their original songs are a little different.
But they’re still having fun.
I love this video—
but can you imagine what they could do if they hired Elsa Rhae as their makeup artist/consultant for the next one?
Random Thursday (ˈrandəm ˈTHərzdā): the day on which Sarah plunks down all the odd bits and pieces she’s acquired during the week in an effort to avoid writing a real post, the assembly of which usually ends up taking twice as much time as actually sitting down and creating genuine content.
Sorry if this post already showed up in your feeds—I decided to assemble the post last night, since today is gonna be hectic, and hit Publish when I meant to hit Preview.
Unfortunately, my piping skills are gruesome non-existent, so I’ll just have to order the cookies instead. Darn.
In related news, more or less, there are also Kama Sutra Cookie Cutters available in the UK, but you can tart up your own browser history searching ’em out—I’m still clinging to the idea that this is a family blog.
(thanks to Vicki for the yoga cutters . . . and the other ones, too)
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Optical Illusions sans Nausea
(YMSLMV**)
The Music isn’t bad, either.
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For Lyra—She Knows Why
It makes me feel better to think that Aslan has an Ineffable Plan for my family’s missing hosiery . . .
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Two Men Have Words
Jeff Somers and Sean Ferrell are twobrilliantauthors who, when combined, are actually weirder than the sum of their parts. Which sounds a lot more suggestive than I thought it would, but oh, well.
Random Thursday (ˈrandəm ˈTHərzdā): the day on which Sarah plunks down all the odd bits and pieces she’s acquired during the week in an effort to avoid writing a real post, the assembly of which usually ends up taking twice as much time as actually sitting down and creating real content.
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First, the Earworm
So you can have something to hum while you peruse the rest . . .
Because misery loves company, that’s why.
And it’s been two days.
(Thanks to Kev, who somehow discovered how much I love They Might be Giants and ran with it)
I know the camera is viewing these gorgeous works of art at just the right angle to make them pop, and I’m not complaining, but I would love to see them from different perspectives and see how that affects them.
(From . . . Lillygrif? I think?)
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Not a Gif, I Swear
From, or possibly for, my husband, who apparently likes to watch my eyes cross . . .
I swear to you, I had to embed this thing last so I could focus on the rest. Ugh, sorry.
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Vujà Dey:
the strange feeling I’ve never seen this video before.
Weird . . . that feeling’s gone now . . .
(pretty sure I found this one myself—I’m addicted to Vsauce)
Earful of Cider 