It’s random! It’s Thursday! It’s random Thursday!
The temperatures have been well below zero and the wind is slicing down the plains like Hel’s ice machete, which is wreaking the other kind of hell with my Internet connection.
So this is what I could compile five minutes at a time, between random bouts of cursing.
Summer Has Mosquitos . . .
You know it’s cold when the ice lobsters come up to the house to get warm.
It’s not the crustacean that gets me, here, it’s the trap.
It’s Street Art, Charlie Brown
A friend sent me this in response to last Thursday’s graffitipalooza:
It’s a great piece . . . but I want to throw a blanket over him.
Code to Joy
Phones these days aren’t just smarter than I am.
They’re better singers, too.
John Adams’ Dimpled Balls
Last week was the kids’ Academic Fair.
Sunny did a report on the second President of the United States, complete with “Bottle Buddy”:
The cravat was her idea, but her father helped her with the lapels.
Her favorite fact was that he and Thomas Jefferson were “besties”. I think that might be verbatim from her presentation.
Janie did a science project on the difference that the size and number of dimples on a golf ball can make make to the distance one can hit it.
Oddly enough, the hexagonal ones—which were the closest to “dimpleless” that we could get, since every store in the country who sells them has them on backorder and the manufacturer is not directly selling them at this time—did much better than expected, leading us to conclude that dimples do affect the distance one can hit a golf ball and also one’s chances of getting one’s father to spring for snacks from the bar of the indoor driving range.
Her other secondary conclusion was that pink golf balls with overlarge dimples were not only sexist in color, but a fear-based attempt on the part of the patriarchal establishment to keep women golfers from hitting the green.
Shame on you, [brand redacted]. Shame.
This year was relatively panic-free, since the school allowed most of the work to be done during class time.
But Jane still thinks she’s like to recreate this one for next year:
Kudos to the percussion section. Awesome!
(I think I stole this from Dee’s Facebook page—thanks, Dee!)