Random Thursday: In a Random Mood

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!

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How to make Sewing Fun Again

Ultimate Sewing Machine

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?)

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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 . . .

Pollinating Bat

. . . 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)

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Sanford and Son were . . .  British?

That’s . . . weird.

I wonder if Elizabeth knew?

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Hey, Mike!

The man always had to have the last word, didn’t he?

Mel Blanc tombstone

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.

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Which Horseman of the Apocalypse are You?

Me?  I’m Procrastination.  Sorry I’m late . . .

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 I’d Tap That

But I’d fall down. A lot.

Random Thursday: Random Whoas*

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.

Because everyone needs a little whoa.

You knoa?

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©Andrew Hudson, All Rights Reserved

©Andrew Hudson, All Rights Reserved

Andrew Hudson made an origami banana,
the existence of which validates
my entire Weltanschauung
if only because
banana and Weltanschauung
are both fun to say
and difficult to stop spelling.

(hey, indy—is this a poem?)

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Gummi Bear Jam

Andromeda Turre’s voice + one of my favorite cartoon theme songs ever=

Whoa.

And there are more.

These guys make the theme to Chip ‘n Dale Rescue Rangers sound like “Harlem Nocturne”.

like that.

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Happy Anniversary

My husband and I have been married 21 years today.

I know.

Where did the time go?

Oh. Right.

The kids borrowed most it.

It’s probably in their rooms, somewhere—I assume we’ll be getting it all back when they leave home?

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The Purple Store Logo

The Purple Store‘s tagline is “Everything we sell is purple.”

They do not lie.

They sell purple spangled shower caps.

They sell purple pet bowls.

They sell Purple Psychic Rats.

It’s breathtaking.

And very, very, purple.

Have I mentioned, for absolutely no reason, that my birthday is the middle of next month?

Just saying.

(cheerfully stolen from Vicki, via Facebook)

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No, THIS is Freaking Awesome

Turns out that when you send a link to a Saturday Morning Slow Jam of  the Pokemon theme to my friend Kev, he immediately returns the favor by mentioning that Scott Bradlee (the pianist in the video above) also heads this group called Postmodern Jukebox.

Which proceeds to blow your mind.

Give yourself the gift of suggestive Yiddish and try their version of

Talk Dirty to Me

You’ll love it. My hand to Heifetz

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Thanks to everyone who sent best wishes and eCards to pass to my Mom.

They—and you—all all very much appreciated.

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*Your whoas may vary.  If they do, feel free to share ’em.