Cherry, go get me a Pepsi.
“The best way to show that a stick is crooked is not to argue about it or to spend time denouncing it, but to lay a straight stick alongside it.” –D.L. Moody
“Cherry, go get me a Pepsi,” is the last line in a cheesy but fun old (1987) movie called Cherry 2000, about a sex robot, or rather a wife robot, and the man who loves her and who risks his life out in the dystopian desert danger lands to find a part to repair her with because they were having sex on the kitchen floor and the dish sink overflowed and some soapy water got into her electronic clockworks, and… Anyway, there’s a lot of uncanny valley and/or replicant-related material in this show, as well as the usual snarky educational exposition, historical revision and comprehensive rebuttals to arguments no one is making. And drunken kids yelling at each other out front of the station, and their dogs barking along with them, and other local distractions making me a little crankier than I like to sound, but that’s life, isn’t it.
Ahem, and here are links to plenty more 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.
Diane Keaton’s superhero proto-parkour-master father.
Beautiful photographs of San Francisco at night, from the air. (Scroll down.) Charlene sent me the link to this.
“Images from NASA’s Dawn spacecraft’s first mapping orbit, at an altitude of 8,400 miles, as well as navigational images taken from 3,200 miles away. The vertical relief has been doubled. Star field added in background.” Turn the video’s quality up as high as your computer can do.
A shrill poem. Piercing, even.
The bacterial scum that grows in a lab plate after a child has touched it.
Calvin and Hobbes embodied the voice of the lonely child.
Aw, Sweetie, everything happens for a reason.
Another picture-a-day project. This one is 16 years in three minutes.
Awww. I love it that she’s talking and talking so much of the time.
60-year-old high-school dance teacher’s retirement dance. Yeah! Stan’dized test /this/, foo!
Once there, click on Risk Calculator and answer the questions. This will tell you how likely you are to die in the next five years. If you’re a Brit.
Perfect hate. Just, wow.
Chocolate mug cake. Two minutes from ingredients to biting it.
“I’m going to turn myself white.” “He didn’t– it wasn’t– No. No, you cannot decide to be white. It doesn’t work like that.” “And I will have red lips and plastic surgery and my nose will look like it’s falling off and I will scare kids even though I love them.” “Oh, sweet Jesus.”
The astrolabe through history. (With TED demo video.)
“You guys ain’t got security, huh?” “Nah, he called in sick. Just let ’em get tired. They’ll get tired.” And the tiny kid’s involved, you know. With a bottle for a hammer. Then the bystanders have a serious discussion about which enraged fightin’ Venus of Willendorf the child is booting in the head, his mama or the other one. “Wait, which one’s his mama?” Huh. Walmart, the shampoo aisle.
The Johnny-7 O.M.A.!
Oh. Good dog. Who’s a good dog. /You/ are. /You/ are.
1700s book of Satanical illustrations.
And some media file conversion tools. Explanation, evaluations, warnings, links. I found this really useful.