A thoft anther turneth away wrath.
“George heard Lennie’s whimpering cry and wheeled about. “Blubberin’ like a baby! Jesus Christ! A big guy like you!” Lennie’s lip quivered and tears started in his eyes. “Aw, Lennie!” George put his hand on Lennie’s shoulder. “I ain’t takin’ it away jus’ for meanness. That mouse ain’t fresh, Lennie; and besides, you’ve broke it pettin’ it. You get another mouse that’s fresh and I’ll let you keep it a little while.”
And here are links to plenty more not necessarily radio-useful but interesting items that I happened upon while putting the latest show together, found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right.
My favorite is the little Martian one. Or the fierce little lion one. Or the deer one. Or the tiger-rug one. They’re all nice.
The generals sat, and the lines on the map moved from side to side.
Poems to bugs.
“Jafar’s /dead/. He died in the second movie. How can he be in a /parade/?”
Art made of tulle.
Escape from Uncanny Valley.
Welding porn. MMmm. Smooth. Clean.
“You don’t want a training bra, little girl. You want all the men to be dead.”
The wrong music. Another Improv Everywhere production.
Opening credits for /Carnivale/, the brilliant, numinous, creepy, triumphant, startling, sad and too-soon-canceled teevee show about a traveling carnival in the Great Depression and the great unseen forces acting on and through the people involved.
Ukiah Blog pointed me to this impressive poet girl. I see her as a sort of British millenial Janis Joplin. She’s actually vibrating with the words bubbling up in her.
A lovely ad for a job-placement service.
Tentacle tacos. Say that five times fast.
What the tube train driver does. POV: tube train driver and simultaneously the tube train. Apparently his (or her) job is to move a lever forward, hold it there for awhile, then move it backward at exactly the right time. I’m sure there’s more to it, but we aren’t made privy to what’s going on in his (or her) head. (That’ll be the next video, with a picture in picture in picture.)
“Michele! Socks don’t protect my heart!” (20 min.)
“Also, buying this muscle car won’t fix your penis, but you think it will, because we want you to.”
“Dammit, Donny, watch your six! This isn’t a training exercise!”
A series of interesting sacred books for children. As brightly colored as the original statues.
One weird trick for mess-free watermelon.
A demo video for a new toy HD camera drone, that has a propeller, which is a whirring plastic buzzsaw, on every side of it. Look how close these attractive young women are happy to let it fly past their unprotected eyes. This sort of thing really gets on my top note.
Are things man not meant know. Grasp exceed grasp. Och, I am hubris.
I thought “a sloth” and it guessed it in 16. You try it, with something else.
The truth about Ouija board spirits.
The story of the color drunk-tank pink.
And some of the (immiscible) other colors.
This guy dehydrates soda pop and so-called health drinks (expensive soda pop) into their actual form, sugar sludge, pours them into the cut-off bottoms of their actual containers, and makes a fat illustrative sugar sludge lollipop of each one. To make a point.
The world quakes in fear at the sound of his name! The name that will never be forgotten! Titano!
Colonel Ty Seidule, Professor of History at the United States Military Academy at West Point, explains once and for all, in five minutes, why anyone who believes the Civil War was fought over anything other than slavery is wrong, all while looking like the master villain in /Who Killed Roger Rabbit/ but in a military dress uniform.
Cy Kuckenbaker’s video multiplication reel.
Authentic Crusade re-enactment, complete with authentic wireless headset mics, stage monitors and giant flying bell-dongle-thing.
Magic for dogs. The rest of us would call it teasing the dogs. Cute dogs.
And in three, two, one… “Chemwaves! Government boats use them to control our minds!”
Ferrofluid display tech. This could easily be simulated using any display, and should be.
Helping Johnny Remember (2010)
The ferocity of consumption at eating contests.
How we used to do it.
Donald Trump through the ages.
“There is no nope for the melons.” English subtitles on Chinese Harry Potter DVDs.
/The Backstroke of the West/. “Batter to death them!” “Giving first aid the already disheveled hair projection!” English subtitles on a Chinese Star Wars DVD.
The Slim Gaillard vout-o-reenee dictionary.
Compare to “officer-involved shooting”.
Further adventures of Nate the Neoconservative.
Motion of the super-tall building Taipei 101 around its 727-ton mass damper during the typhoon last week.
“You wanta know where I got my boobs? Okay, they’re at the corner of /You can’t afford them/ and /Stop talking to me/.”
Transport of the future.
Violin of the future.
Spoilers: “In this bleak, relentlessly morbid talk, James Mickens will describe why making computers secure is an intrinsically impossible task. He will explain why no programming language makes it easy to write secure code. He will then discuss why cloud computing is a black hole for privacy, and only useful for people who want to fill your machine with ads, viruses, or viruses that masquerade as ads. At this point in the talk, an audience member may suggest that Bitcoins can make things better. Mickens will laugh at this audience member and then explain why trusting the Bitcoin infrastructure is like asking Dracula to become a vegan. Mickens will conclude by describing why true love is a joke and why we are all destined to die alone and tormented. The first ten attendees will get balloon animals, and/or an unconvincing explanation about why Mickens intended to (but did not) bring balloon animals. Mickens will then flee on horseback while shouting ‘The Prince of Lies escapes again!'” (28 min.)