Let’s get this nightmare started, shall we? (Halloween, part 1 of 2)
“Marchons, marchons! Qu’un sang impur abreuve nos sillons!”
Or, thanks to Hank Sims of Lost Coast Outpost, you can get it this other way, which you might like better because it offers an instant-play option.
Seven hours of quality edutainment, in part of which Doctor Donovan Spencer stopped by to demonstrate his remarkable new phone and its, shall we say, /specialized/ attachments, and Stuart Cohen played a few of his new songs. At the end I read Edgar Allen Poe’s The Cask of Amontillado, and it occurred to me that, since I read it last years ago, the central idea and horror of it has been done and done and done again so many times in the flawed-superhero stories I like so much, that the effect on me has been somewhat muted. Remember how in /Torchwood/ Jack, who can’t die, or rather can’t stay dead, is taken back in time 2000 years and buried fifteen feet deep, to awake renewed (but still pressed flat in earth, with his mouth full of dirt and his lungs unable to expand) and die again over and over and over until being detected and freed in 1912? And in one episode he’s explosively disassembled so all that’s left is, I think, part of his head, and his head is imprisoned. And in /X-Men/ Wolverine is repeatedly trapped in a similar situation (at one point impaled and then twisted up in rebar and concrete and sunk in the river) and his super healing power just keeps starting him up again. Things like that. So one ordinary man being walled up in a niche in a tunnel and dying once and getting it over with doesn’t give the same chill anymore. Hmm.
And instead of Boston Blackie I played an episode of The Weird Circle done entirely with real Scottish actors, where every time anyone says the arr sound, even the whispering Mysterious Bride of the title of the show, it vibrates and rolls around for a while like a baseball on a bodhran. I’ve never been able to learn to make that rolling arr sound, and now that thanks to Dr. Mattson’s dental tools I can finally say the letter ess without waking up all the dogs in the neighborhood I suppose I’ll have to renew my efforts in this other direction. Arr. Arr… Arr… Dammit.
Anyway, here are links to a few not necessarily radio-useful but otherwise worthwhile items that I set aside for you while putting the show together, found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right:
There are no good boys.
Nurse, fetch me… the /apparatus/.
Sigh. Squinch eyes shut. Pinch bridge of nose. Because it’s real.
A grammar lesson with animated text.
The old hokum bucket.
Further creepy clowns of yesteryear.
“Happy birthday, Nate. Love, Mom and Pop.”
Juanita’s pet bird Melody whistling Row Your Boat in 2007.
What the probe saw.
See? Spirituality is bunk. Or /hokum/, if you prefer that term.
Why not to let a chiropractor yank your head loose.
Studio Ghibli film characters cut out of their films and inserted into real-life places.
There’s a wild hog in the woods.
I haven’t seen any of this famous show. I’m good, as they say, to just see John Cleese talk about it for four minutes.
Death and hatred to mankind, poisoning their brainwashed minds.
Guy jumps over 11-foot-high bar on a pogo stick.
3-stage model rocket. Slo-mo camera in both top stages. Then views from ground. Pretty impressive. A fully realized project.
Puts lead in your pencil.
How to do three tricks with a Sharpie.
How music works.
They do not make them like they used to.
And equality versus equity.