Brassieres of Spanish leather.
Look on me in my lassitude reclining
My nerveless body languid, pale and lean
Now hold me up to where the light is shining
And mark the magic power of Bovinine!
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.
Also 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:
“Strawberries ain’t like marbles that stand chuckin’ about. They won’t hardly bear to be looked at. When I’ve got to my last dozen baskets, they must be worked off for wot they will fetch.” At the time of these photographs, London was the third richest city in the world. (Lots of big photos. Page might take awhile to load.)
Downhill mountain bike racer’s view with breath sound.
Trying to drive out of a forest fire. With dog breath sound.
The map of physics.
Ron Glass is dead. And for sure not going to the special hell.
Here’s something: when I read where Alan Tudyk comments on Ron Glass’ death, it puzzled me because /Wash died impaled on a Reaver spear/ in 2005, in Serenity, long ago. Then there was a moment of more puzzlement, because of course Shepherd Book died before that (gut-shot in the attack on Haven), and Wash knew that so, you know, why’s it seem weird? I have these two characters and character-time unusually strongly tangled up in my mind with the actors and real time. Not just them but everyone in Firefly. Everything else they’re in, you’re happy to see them because /Kaylee!/ or /Mal!/ or /Inara!/ or [fill in blank]. Firefly was so important to me.
Noble causes of yesteryear.
An interesting sequence of events. Pay close attention. It begins with a careless car driver cutting off a biker.
Ten more switcheroo surprises very like that.
“I just hope people in the future are all, like, what the hell /are/ these things?”
And if matchboxes were still this wonderful, people would use matches again. We’d all have matches with us all the time just in case we ever need something wonderful and color-saturated to look at.