Random Thursday: Random Ranting Iambic

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.

It’s only fair: I did one on Bacon.

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I was going to make some kind of parallel
with the perils of downsizing without adjusting one’s expectations,
but that’s sort of the definition of Fitzgerald, so . . .

(Thanks for the reassurance, Andy!  Ook Eek!)

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Beautifully Written, but Still Statutory

I feel the same way about Romeo & Juliet that I do about The Giving Tree.

Since that little nerve is already starting to tick in my left eyelid,
I’ll let you draw your own conclusions.

(Thanks, Kev–I needed that!)

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Who’s in Primary?

Lay on, Mr. Leibowitz.

And damned be him that first cries, “I’ve heard enough!”

(My husband sent me this to celebrate baseball season.  Huzzah?)

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If He Had . . .

. . . .we’d be using it right now.

Kind of frightening, right?

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If you ever encounter someone who wonders aloud why Shakespeare isn’t translated into modern English so people can understand it
inform them that Shakespeare actually wrote in modern English
and slap a copy of the Canterbury Tales into their hands.

After they ask you why you’ve given them a Dutch doorstop,
take another big linguistic step back
and hit ’em upside the head with a untranslated copy of Beowulf
and send ’em to the theater to see Midsummer Night’s Dream.

(I might be a little testy today . . .)

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To Edit or Not to Edit

You have to wonder . . .

“Bums in seats.”

Well . . . yeah.

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Random Thursday: Who’s on First? Not the Romans!

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 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.

You have been warned.

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An Accurate Description of Spring

At least from my sinuses’ POV.

From my temper’s POV, judging from yesterday’s desperate quest to reach Sunny’s school before they called Child Services to report an abandoned child, this works, too:

Except, you know, more in the middle of the road.

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Why Didn’t You Say So?

No he didn’t, ’cause left field is too far away for him to hear.

No, Who’s over there on . . . Never mind . . .

In honor of another Sign of Spring, here’s a hilarious twist on the old classic:

(Via Watson, who rocks the Jimmy Fallon vids)

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[Insert Tatting Pun Here]

I was honestly contemplating this one, until my friend Cha Cha commented that those are actually crochet needles.

Oops.

Then again, “Crochet Fast” doesn’t have the same je knit sais quoi.

(also via Watson—who totally deserves a badass knitting tat)

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. . .I Meant Lately

Call me clueless (rhetorical statement, Mike and Downith), but I didn’t figure out what was going on until I saw the conductor.

Turns out, if you didn’t already know, that this  is  the performance of Not the Messiah (He’s a Very Naughty Boy), a show based on The Life of Brian and performed at the Albert Hall for the Ruby Jubilee of Monty Python a few years ago.

You can see the entire show on YouTube here, if you have a spare hour.   Or even if you don’t, because Monty Python is like catnip for some of us, aren’t they?

(swiped from Cornelia Read’s FaceBook page)

 

Random Thursday: Canon Blasts, Einstein’s Office, and the Light at the End of a Very Busy Tunnel

No, I didn’t misspell cannon. You’ll see.

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Barring one softball game tonight—though it may be rained or flooded out, the way the weather is falling out of the sky this morning—one day camp registration picnic tomorrow, and a church picnic and a graduation party Sunday (for which I still have to pick up an Office Max card), my To Do List From Hell is done, y’all.

I can see June from here!  And it looks relatively peaceful.*

So now, I guess I get to make a list of stuff I want to do, right?

Um, right?

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Liquid Flowers

Jack Long captures calculated splashes with high-speed film.

He has more on Flickr.  Check out the bubbles!

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Firing up Pachelbel’s Canon

Told you I got it right.

If only the Piano Guys could do they same thing for Pomp and Circumstance . . .

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The Workspace of Genius

See?  I do have something in common with Einstein besides several righteous cowlicks:

Just swap the math on the board for a shopping list and plot points and put a cat in the middle of it all and this is our dining room table my writing space.

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Ask Tomorrow—He Knows

A co-worker and I recently spent a borderline-unreasonable amount of time trying to reconstruct an old Abbott and Costello skit while we were sticking RFID tags in DVD cases.

We didn’t  get it quite right, as neither of us could remember the shortstop’s name.

But later, when another co-worker said, “I don’t know,” in the middle of the workroom, she was interrupted by a chorus of “Third Base!” from all corners—and an eyeroll from the nearest supervisor.

So, so worth it.