The fathers have eaten sour grapes and the children’s teeth are set on edge.
“This lady was giving up her free time to kiss their collective ass, and she was shot and killed by one of these stupid, irresponsible thugs who just couldn’t keep his booger-hook off the bang-switch.” –Paul RK
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 and isn’t surrounded by confusing flashing ads. [Broken earlier. Hank fixed it. Working perfectly now.]
And 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:
Two minutes (total) of cinematical space. I’m sure I’m not the only one who is a sucker for this sort of material. If a movie has things that look like this in it, I like it. I also like movies about Gypsies, and flawed superheroes, and funny squalor. There, a picture of the inside of my head and my kitchen.
Brutalist architectural sand castles. Why /brutalist/, do you think?
Election night on SNL. Brutalist comedy.
A British map labeled by an American.
The origin of italics. “Of the many interesting items of note Sloan saw as he paged through Manutius’ actual books was the use of italics for every single word.”
Watch this clever Wisconsin math Jew –or perhaps Presbyterian– explain where to sit. (If you have a really short attention span and there are are 41 in your enforced suicide circle and you just want to know where to sit, skip to about 10:50, where the answer is clockwise position 19.)
Clever Eastern European elevators that work like a cafeteria-line industrial toaster. Not so good if you’re crippled or a daydreamer or you have a phone. Also, notice, in Eastern Europe the first floor is the /top/ floor. Or maybe that’s just an artifact of editing. Or maybe the building we see in the video is beneath Eastern Europe, actually in Pellucidar and upside-down.
Mose Allison is dead.
The phantom atlas.
A little Time Lord perspective.
Further phrenological nincompoopery. There’s a bump for that, too.
Why weed was ever illegal in the first place.
But they had heart.
Jack Chick’s last tract.
Subject is about to leave. Oh, don’t go.
And /Snake Man/, by Thomas Roberdeau, which I somehow managed to skip reading on the show, shoot, but promise to read next week.