A taste of their own medicine.
“I’m not saying we should tell people what to believe. I’m just saying that maybe people who are afraid of the number thirteen shouldn’t be building elevators for a living.” –Neil deGrasse Tyson
Here’s the recording of last night’s (2015-02-20) KNYO Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and keep or just play with one click.
Considering I have another cold –that’s two in two months– and so am not firing on all eight cylinders, as they say, this is a bang-up show, full of useful and comic and comically useful information, such as a news story about a woman said to be “on FIRE for the LORD” having shot herself directly in the eye by adjusting her personal protection weapon in its bra holster. (Moral: Don’t do that.) I managed somehow to confine my coughing fits to during musical breaks, so there’s another plus. I have to go back home now and make a fire in the stove and eat soup. Enjoy the show.
Oh, right– I got several emails from people not in town, and so out of range of KNYO’s tiny radio transmitter, complaining of not being able to listen in real time via http://knyo.org and I’m pretty sure the problem is the limited number of streams available. When the maximum number is being used, further potential listeners can’t connect. I’ll talk with Bob about that. There may be something we can do, like add a small subscription service to pay for automatically pushing the number up when that’s needed. I don’t know how to do that, but Bob might.
And here are links to some not necessarily radio-useful but interesting items that I happened upon while putting the show together, that I found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right. I’m experimenting with what to everyone else is the normal way of presenting links to videos. I’d like to try it this way for awhile and see how it goes. If it bugs you, let me know.
Winds that can shut down star formation throughout an entire galaxy.
Vaccines. How they work.
Meanwhile, those placebo herbal remedies you swear by are placebos. No, really, many of them have zero of the listed ingredients actually in the pills and are just random weeds and rice powder. And some of them have poisonous poison in them.
A little more on the subject. Come to think of it, I read this one on the show.
And everything you like to eat is good for you again. Just don’t eat so much and you’ll be fine.
An Android chorus. Hundreds of synchronized tablets and phones singing and playing animation that looks like people in the Terrance and Phillip Show.
Hot lemon capybaras. I can’t remember if I showed you this already, so if I did, here it is again.
Frolic, frolic, frolic. Firefoxes are so cute. Like the bigger pandas they are a sort of raccoon.
A bad horse.
An entire musical play about the supervillain organization led by Bad Horse and a socially awkward young man who would like to be in Bad Horse’s club. It’s /Doctor Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog/, in case you never saw it when it came out years ago. And it’s based on a true story. (45 min.)
Steve Jobs talks about computers just after the advent of the Macintosh.
Deskloop, by Evelien Lohbeck.
Give her credit; she a professional. It takes her a good long while to lose it over the shit this sincere clerical dingbat is spouting.
“I think it’s important to keep in mind that not all of these mile-long oil-bomb trains jump the tracks and explode. Some do, but thousands don’t. So there’s no point in panicking and spending any more money trying to fix the problem.”
“I feel like it is quite magical when the letters disappear.”
Get your headphones. Plug them in. Then put them on. Always in that order, so you don’t hurt your ears with a big electrical POOMPH.
In short, scroll down to the numbers chart and determine to never eat the kind of fish that have red lines under their mercury-concentration numbers. And also stop blaming nuclear power for poisoning the planet, when fossil fuels are hundreds of times worse. Or we could live on leaves and berries and weave underwear out of weeds, lose three out of five babies to toddler diseases and die of old age by 25 or 30 the way our wise spiritual Gaia-centered ancestors did.
Back to the old drawing board.
Q: Why are camels called /ships of the desert/? A: Because of all the Arab seamen in them.
I think that with some products you should have to pass an intelligence test before you’re allowed to buy one. A snowmobile, for instance.
Like this. Look. Under my system this pig could get a snowmobile.
Boing barrel goat.
How many times do I hafta tell you people.
An unreliable narrator.
Then there’s Bill O’Reilly.
And this pet bird has become the ghost of the relationship of the previous owners.