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“He had a smile that would make your day better. He loved giving sprinkles. His uncle Charlie taught him how to keep that pimp hand strong.”
A long and information-dense show. Slightly more than usual sex and blood. A literal wine train. Alex Bosworth called and told the story of the kinetic manic-pixie junkie who broke his mouth with a clock radio. You’ve already heard about how she ruined his life by deleting all his story files and locking him out of his email and business accounts and so on, so we didn’t go too far into all that.
No Boston Blackie at the end. Instead, exciting audio from a 1960 US Government training film about high-G and low-air-pressure experiments on astronauts.
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.
Supermoon. And. Eclipse. (Starts at 7pm Sunday night.)
The latest best Pluto flyby images assembled into high-rez animation.
Where the satellites are right now. And now. And now. And so on. So now you’ll know when it’s safe to pull your tinfoil curtains and let some air in. (Erratic loading times.)
“And you, sir, are not black.”
Americaville. Scroll down.
He doesn’t like her, and so what? Who’s she hurting? But he has a point. But then he starts talking about how John should go over and deck her, and he lost me there, because no.
Anyway, John’s been dead for thirty years now, and she’s still doing it, and people seem to like it, so.
The scene in Flight of the Conchords where the band breaks up during a meeting because Jemaine is envious of Bret’s having a girlfriend (Coco) and he calls her Yoko.
“This ridiculous toy will give you the best orgasms of your life.” If true, cheap at $138.
The Northrop flying wing.
Spider skin plus electron microscope. I don’t know if the little soccer balls are plant pollen or bacteria.
Baron Malvolio’s “Whoreson Villain Extract”.
She brought the clap to the Digital Content Expo.
Debateless debate. Hardly less debateful than the real thing.
“The brief yet startling video shows two members of the Lille branch of the group /Cause Animale Nord/ wresting the small puppy from the homeless man on a busy street near Chatalet.” I don’t speak French, but I think they think they’re rescuing the dog. Warning: painful injustice memory trigger.
The old ways are disappearing.
The Solar system to scale.
The selfie from Hell.
I use this sort of trap because up to now I believed it was the most humane kind– killing it instantly, WHAM, so no suffering. But now I see it can take minutes for the creature to die. Here, see for yourself:
The mother and father had just got divorced, with all that entails, and the tiny preternaturally wise little girl started talking, and the mother turned on the camera. (The best comment after this: “When /I/ was that age my parents had to take me to the hospital to get a crayon out of my nose.”)
A greener-grass fauxtopia.
Just a wash and brush up.
Watch this and think about situations in your life and in the news in the big world that are essentially the same. To you, what is the box, and who or what group is the dog? And who does the woman represent?
This is a fertilizer ad targeting Thai farmers.
I’m going to spoil the story for you: the white guy beardo having trouble standing up in the field at the beginning turns out at the end to be one of the skeleton-suit guitarists in the Japanese girls’ heavy babymetal band. Babymetal.
The stock caption to perfectly replace every New Yorker cartoon used to be, “Jesus Christ, what an asshole!” That still works fine, but this works too:
We’ll always have Paris en 1955.
Inside a German U-Boat. Beautiful claustrophobic photographs of constricted corroded spaces and pipes and valves and levers. (Many of these ships sank because of operator error. One is known to have sunk because the captain hadn’t read the manual for the toilet.)
And the trilobite, the official fossil of KNYO, whose descendant, hundreds of millions of years later, is the sink cabinet pillbug.