Alex Bosworth, Barry White, and the fall of Saigon.
“Now, if these men do not die well, it will be a black matter for the king who led them to it.” —Sir Edward de Vere
Contents: Items from the MCN Announce listserv. Steve Allen’s /The Public Hating/ (written in 1955, about justice in 1978). An exchange of anthropological email with Del Potter. Comtesse DeSpair. CLG News. Simple instruction as to how to give a woman a proper orgasm. For six hours. Also, by the way, Alex Bosworth came back from the dead and rang the phone.*
*I’ve been keeping my eyes open for exactly the right kind of thrift-store telephone that can be easily perverted to be able to connect to a mixing board and put a caller on the air, and I finally found it @ $3.99. It has a flashing light for a ringer, and it has an audio output jack that gives a fair balance of caller and local volume. The sound quality is not great, compared to a true digital hybrid box, but that’s its charm; it will encourage someone in the radio audience to pungle up the bread, as the kids say, to get the right equipment sooner rather than later.
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.
All about Space Goddess Zenobia Frome.
“The spacecraft struck the planet just north of Shakespeare basin.”
How to properly chop up an onion, using a magic crystal, essential oil, crayon fingers, a banana (say buh-NAW-nuh) and a little paper bag.
How to open any Master combination lock.
Tenacity. Admirable, futile, comical.
Ball of death.
That’s right, the ’60s were weird, man.
And the ’50s.
Gotta look nice. You never get a second chance to make a good first impression.
Apparently it’s against the law in Russia to twerk near a post-apocalyptic-dystopian war memorial. I didn’t even know this is what twerking is; it just looks like any exercise class. Anyway, they’re all in jail now.
And if that’s twerking, then here are lovely pictures of birds twerking.
And a lovely animated quilt of a horse twerking.
“Stefan is gone. And he’s never coming back. Time to move on.”
Beautiful big smoothly-repeating fake but realistic gifs of thunderstorms. (Say /jiff/; the gee stands for general, not graphical.)
Young people violate watermelons with molten aluminum.
The penis/vagina ratio. Graphical.
The Bottle Boys play Toto’s /Africa/ on beer bottles. Also the xylophone and the kick drum are bottles.
(Silent) dashcam video of /a train being blown off a bridge by a storm/.
“If this isn’t racism, what is?”
“As expected, unmodified mice had no preference which room to spend time in, but the modified mice greatly preferred to stay in the room with the laser.”
Watch this giant bloated alien tick creature explain about the spiritual danger of board games.
“The young chameleon is hatching out.”
Cars of the future and the artists who designed them.
And a successful private-enterprise space launch test. When these things go wrong I cry, and when they go right I cry. Remember the part in /Explorers/ where the man yells up at the little boy’s spaceship getting away, “GO, KID! YEAHHH!” This is like that.