Apparently, “maskie” is a new term for “selfie in a mask,” and it’s a trending hashtag on Instagram.
Wondering what kind of mask I’m wearing? This article explains everything.
Apparently, “maskie” is a new term for “selfie in a mask,” and it’s a trending hashtag on Instagram.
Wondering what kind of mask I’m wearing? This article explains everything.
Case in point: Corey Jurgensen, who’s often seen running about in her inflatable unicorn suit.
For nearly a month, Jurgensen has worn a 7-foot tall inflatable unicorn costume — white with rainbow hooves, tail and mane — and gone out into the streets to spread joy.
She walks. She runs. She prances. She dances. She pretends to graze on bushes and trees.
“People literally slow down as they drive by to take videos and pictures,” Jurgensen said. “I do it more for the adults than the kids. The adults are so stressed, worried about potentially losing their jobs and their kids being home. They need a laugh.”
I love this neighborhood.
Yes, Charo. I saved the best for last.
If you want to get your hands clean enough to perform surgery, follow the steps in the Anatomical Surgical Hand Scrub video by Johns Hopkins Hospital’s Department of Hospital Epidemiology and Infection Control:
He should’ve given his hand-washing lesson as if he were delivering one of his famous dressings-down to an idiot sous-chef:
Not only do I steal a lot of my public speaking and presentation tricks from Alton Brown, but I also follow his science-backed cooking and cleaning advice:
If you’re at all familiar with 1970s television shows, you’ll recognize Charo, who’s still delightfully bonkers as ever. In this video, she’ll forever alter the way you pronounce “Mississippi” when counting out seconds passing, and teach you the “Cuchi cuchi” method of measuring time.
At this point, I feel that it’s necessary to remind people that beyond the broken English/deeply dippy persona, Charo is an accomplished guitarist who studied under Andres Segovia:
Thanks to Dare Obsanjo for the find!
Goldfinger’s eponymous debut album is one of my favorite albums of the 1990s. There isn’t a single “dog” track on this album — I enjoy the throw-away tracks, even the one with the drummer’s phone call audition one. And while it’s a corny crowd-pleaser that even Goldfinger themselves don’t like to play, Here in Your Bedroom is my go-to song on the album. In fact, it’s one of the first songs I played on the accordion on that fateful Saturday when I first took it out onto the street.
While the current stay-at-home order wasn’t how I imagined the spring of 2020 would be, it has had some unexpected upsides, including this one: Goldfinger putting together a quarantine version of Here in Your Bedroom from their separate stay-at-home studios!
For comparison’s sake, here’s the 1996 video for the song: