One (1) bloody Aztec obsidian-razor-encrusted cricket bat. (With revolving clockwork eyes and extra string.)
“During the hot spell in July, 1893, T.P. O’Connor called Joseph Chamberlain a Judas and a brawl broke out. One could see the teeth set, the eyes flashing, faces aflame with wrath and a thicket of closed fists beating about in wild confusion.”
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I hurt my finger, not too badly, but it’s a little awkward to type with a ball of bandages on the end of it, so I’ll just tell you that several people showed up over the course of the night –Ron Ortman, for example, who was still at the station taking down his ceremonial mask show, and sat down to talk about masks for a bit, and bacon and pancakes and tigers somehow became an issue. Doctor Donovan Spencer, a dead ringer for Steven Spielberg, came in around midnight to discuss the advisability of letting all candidates for office have the same fair access to speak to the electorate; he comprehensively debunked the notion that Gary Johnson is an ignorant imbecile with his tongue hanging out of his mouth. And, oh, right, Molly B delivered a plate of cinnamon apple slices and ate one close to the microphone. I understand that’s considered risque and tittilating in some circles. Kay Rudin came and told a story of firearms, carnage and gardening vengeance. If you know of any other white woman who has struck a live gopher on the nose twice with the same carrot, get in touch with the Guinness people, because otherwise I think they’re going to accept the record.
What with the finger and all, I forgot to bring the thumb drive that had all the music I’d collected to go with specific material, and that includes leaving behind the Boston Blackie episode for the end of the show, so I improvised and played some interesting music from earlier shows, and instead of Boston Blackie there’s a wonderful parody of RadioLab where a couple of women with British accents explore the scientific, social, sexual and cultural ramifications of human women laying eggs instead of the way it really goes, with wet, loud, smelly, germ-carrying, inconvenient babies being bypassed, so they don’t hatch until they’re toddlers and can talk and use a toilet and aren’t nearly so much of a hassle. I think you’ll learn something.
And besides all that, here are links to a few not necessarily radio-useful but otherwise worthwhile items that I set aside while putting the show together, found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right.
Worst cat rescue in all of Russia.
A comically phrenetic Klein bottle distributor. A Klein bottle is a three-dimensional representation of a four-dimensional thing, and this man’s robot-managed inventory of them occupies the crawlspace under his house.
“At a dinner party with their wives, NASA scientist Dr. Keith Ritchie (Tony Huston) reveals to his colleague Dr. Curt Taylor (John Agar) that he has secretly been in communication with a three-eyed, bat-winged alien from Venus named Zontar who he claims is coming to Earth to solve all of the world’s problems. However, as soon as Zontar arrives on Earth via a fallen laser satellite it quickly becomes obvious that the skeletal black creature has a hidden agenda as it begins causing local power outages that stops telephones, automobiles and even running water from working and it starts taking control of people’s minds using flying lobster-like injecto-pods that sprout from its wings. Only after his wife is killed does Ritchie finally realize that Zontar has come not as a savior but as a conqueror, and he goes to confront the hideous alien in the sulfur-spring-heated cave that it has made its secret base.”
10 Reasons 10. It’s like 99 Theses 99, except about this other thing.
Synchronized indoor skydiving.
Olga Podluzhnaya Uutai from Sakha on /Yakutia’s Got Talent/).
Steve Burns describes his fameishness, and how it got him a date with a tall, giant-fake-breasted Playboy model who seemed nice at first but abused the restaurant staff and, so, no.
If antidepressant medicine ads were honest.
I think the problem here is the cops think they’re playing a video game right up to the point where they’ve killed the man with twelve (12) rhythmic drumbeat shots, like this: BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! That’s after they chased him around with their cruiser, trying to run him over, but he was too quick for them and jumped out of the way, so what choice did they have?
Normal growth of teeth.
X-rays of things people somehow got stuck up their butt.
You know how in Doctor Who every once in awhile the Doctor calls something a fixed point in time that he can do nothing about? This is an explanation for something like that.