Posts Tagged ‘makes me laugh’

Shari Lewis wrote for Star Trek?

There are days when a simple question can make your world collide.  I was looking for non-Henson hand puppets from feature length fantasy films so I tossed the question up on twitter to see what would come back.  (Gremlins are serving my purpose).  In the midst of this Berry Kercheval sends me this message. “Shari Lewis wrote a Star Trek TOS episode!!!”


Yes. Lambchop’s puppeteer, that beloved ventriloquist children’s entertainer wrote “Star Trek” The Lights of Zetar

This is the show that boldly goes…

Edited to add:
The picture is photoshopped. The idea amused me, but I’ve just had three people respond as if it were real. Shari Lewis evidently lobbied for the role but was not cast. Lambchop never appeared on the Enterprise.

In which Mary makes an accidental shrinky dink

Accidental shrinky dinkAnd today, ladies and gentlemen, I learned that not all to-go cartons are microwave safe.  The container on the left, containing my lunch, and the container on the right began life as the same size.  One minute and thirty seconds later, I had a shrinky-dink.

The moose head is gone!

You might recall that we’ve had a moose head in our apartment since last June. While it makes for amusing conversation, the thing took up massive amounts of space in our bedroom.  We wrapped the antlers in foam because of the number of times I stumbled into it getting out of bed at night.

It makes for an interesting bruise pattern, to say the least.

New Year’s Day, the actor whom we were holding it for, had someone pick it up.  Now, I have to say that it’s not his fault that it was here this long. We’d offered to ship the thing but it proved harder than we thought.  When I called him to say that we were giving up, he got his cousin to come over.

The process of getting the head out was like a Laurel and Hardy routine because the entry hall to our apartment turns the corner coming in. AND the head won’t fit on the elevator, so they had to walk it down five flights of stairs.

It is gone and our bedroom feels positively huge.

Christmas lights

The 2005 winner of the Synchronized Christmas lights competition… You won’t believe it unless you watch. Trust me.

Now that’s someone who takes their Christmas lights seriously.


According to the Typealyzer the writing on my website indicates that I am a ESTP or one of “The Doers.”

The active and play-ful type. They are especially attuned to people and things around them and often full of energy, talking, joking and engaging in physical out-door activities.

The Doers are happiest with action-filled work which craves their full attention and focus. They might be very impulsive and more keen on starting something new than following it through. They might have a problem with sitting still or remaining inactive for any period of time.

You know, in the world of completely useless site analyzers, this one didn’t do a bad job of picking a category for me. How does it do with you?

Having my hair done

Sculptural hairI’ll admit that this post exists largely because my new toy let’s me blog while at the salon. [1. This bit is just a note to myself for next time, because I am daft with names. Rick did my haircut and Larry did the color.] I promise not to do it often, since it’s largely content free. But it does come with a funny picture of me. Just in case you weren’t aware that I am not a natural red-head, this would be a sort of dead give-away. But look how amazingly sculptural and SF my hair is right now! And I have a glowing antennae coming out of my head.

Curls galoreHere I am back in my disguise as a mild-mannered writer. Clearly I’m not a puppeteer in this shot, because my hair looks nice. When I’m working, it tends to be shoved under a cap and sweaty, so, you know, this is not so glamorous.

Mary Robinette Harrison and Stephen Kennedy HarrisonOh and just for contrast. Here’s me and my little brother when we were, what, five and two respectively. You’ll notice that my hair used to be extremely blond. It darkened to a fairly nondescript brown by the time I hit college, but would redden in the summer. I figure, with the freckles and the temper, I deserved the red hair.