Random Thursday: Matters of Taste

 It’s random.  It’s Thursday.  It’s Random Thursday!

I’m blaming the blood moon.

What’s your excuse?


I have one question . . .


But I’m afraid to ask it.



A house was recently put up for sale in Middlesex.

This wouldn’t be particularly interesting, if it weren’t for the seller’s favorite color.

They really like purple.

Purple Living Room




Purple Bath

There’s nothing wrong with this, of course.

Color obsession isn’t a moral failing, and at least the shades aren’t fighting each other.*

I do have to wonder, though, looking at the rest of the house,
whether this is actually a case of one ex-spouse saying,
“Yes, fine, I’ll pay for the staging of the house, but I get 75% of the profit after the sale.”

And the other spouse just smiling in agreement,
while pictures of purple sugarplums and “Price Reduced” signs
dance in his or her head.



Until I see these guys in concert!

I can’t wait, Dee!



  No, Mr. Bond . . . .

Skull chair

I expect you to SIT.

Yes, I know this chair is more Blofeld’s style than Goldfinger’s
but I couldn’t bring myself to think about allowing
a long-haired white cat
in the same room with that upholstery.

 Talk about a view to a kill . . .


Khövsgö Lake

Youri DeFrance (aka Youri Blow) is a musician and song writer who plays a variety of instruments.

Including all parts of his voice box.

Remarquablement . . . convaincant, non?


*I confess that I’m just a tad little disturbed by the shag rug bathtub . . .  And the leather bowl chair next to it.  I’m not judging . . . but I’m thinking.


Something Attractive

This has been all over the Internet lately, and has generated a lot of discussion, some of it relevant, some of it . . . less so.

And while I can’t help thinking that Adam Mordecai wasn’t wrong when he titled this clip, “Dustin Hoffman Breaks Down Crying Explaining Something That Every Woman Sadly Already Experienced,” I also can’t help hoping that because Dustin Hoffman said it, some people might actually listen.

Because it’s rare that anyone with Mr. Hoffman’s professional stake in personal attractiveness admits with this amount of sincerity that interesting people of any gender affiliation come in all shapes and sizes and levels of Officially Sanctioned Hotness.

And that it’s a crying shame and our loss when we let the last three words of the previous sentence stop us from paying attention to those interesting people.

Take it away, Mr. Hoffman: