Kit and kaboodle. The whole nine yards.
“The more the world is focused on destroying itself, the less it notices an immortal psychopath in its midst.”
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.
Besides all that, 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:
A warning from the holocaust museum.
Notice that whether or not you think this would be a good place to stand depends on how cold it is in your house.
“Comfort, manoeuvreability [real spelling], and dashing speed are the words of prestige that crown the LADA.”
How product recalls work.
Rerun: a visualization of Fourier analysis.
…And with that fresh in our minds, the Fourier transform in one (color-coded) sentence.
All that we share.
How not to be boring.
This remarkable woman.
Safe-for-work long-exposure nudes. (Click through the slides.)
Somewhat interactive map of man-made satellites.
700 red dots 700.
WHERE’S THE BALL GOING? WHERE’S THE BALL GOING!
Mimas. What a relief.
The dimension store.
All the suffering and triumph and goofy moments and cruelty and tenderness and terrible secrets and smells and kinks and tax conundrae of all the people who ever lived, including your current massive headache, happened and happen on a speck two times ten to the 27th power smaller than the dot in the center of this picture.
Blazars! “The jets from blazars are unique because they point directly at us.” (It doesn’t make us special, it’s just that those are the one we can see. Because they’re pointed directly at us.)
A subtle nebula-drawing web toy.
Yet another, even better spaceship-size chart. With dowload-full-size button. (The full-size image displays the ships at 10 meters per pixel.)
A couple of the best fathers on earth.
(The officials are trying to interfere, and the father authoritatively waves them off.)
(They jump up after, to look at it, because it’s perfect.)
Dog with a Pearl Earring. This is what people who wear mascara want to look like. It’s an attractive and natural look for a dog, but it just repels when it’s people, because I can’t help but imagine them poking themselves so close to the eye to apply it, and imagining that makes me flinch. Also earrings (and nose rings and lip, tongue, nipple, eyebrow, etc. rings and studs and safety pins and squirrel skulls, and that sad teenage girl in the news last week who appeared at Emergency with an unfortunate fucking fat /pet snake/ hopelessly stuck in the disgusting hole she cut and stretched in her own ear).
A superfluity of de-replaced nasal apparati. A nasal armada.
Musical Marie Antoinette robot.
Why is there a piece of string tied around Chuck Schumer’s finger?
Bad lip reading project. Football again. “I swallowed a penny. I swallowed a penny. Why a penny went that deep? Why, man, why.” “Ya know, I was at the mall, and I was blowin’ some spaceships, and I never will love no more.”
Go back to the real rules.
What. (In the sense of, somebody look atchoo like /Wha the fuh, bitch?/ an you all like /What./)
These people were at Woodstock. “If you remember the sixties, you weren’t there.”
Camera in bird feeder. I think the camera makes a slight sound just before it captures an image. The birds seem interested in it.
Everyone has a camera on their own head anymore, so we can all watch their death –or near-death– from their point of view. It’s just like in Strange Days. Oh, it just occurred to me: people could use this for porn. Hmm.
Hey, pssst, wanna buy some cubes?
Miyazaki-inspired art show.
Stephen Andrade’s portfolio of perfectly plausible pulp covers.
National UFO reporting center state report for Illinois.
And the NUFORC home page.
Further Hell and its demons.
All of IT development summed up in one image. (QA stands for the quality assurance team.)
How Doctor Strange should have ended.
Crash-test dummies redesigned to better smash up and decapitate like modern people.
Making a pair of glasses from scratch, the ancient way, out of sand and firewood. (With only a cat-toy laser and ruler and data from an optometrist’s measuring machine. And an electrically-fanned professional kiln, and graduated-grit grinding disks. And a chainsaw. And an electric table-saw, and a bandsaw, and a microwave oven, and a drill press, and a Dremel tool.) “If you look closely, you can see some places where light is /trying/ to get through. But I can’t really see anything with them.”
A firehose of red lava spews into the sea. And where are the protesters? Will no-one stand up and put his body on the line and stop this outrage?
Interesting materials, flowing processes and mechanical competency. And there are dozens more videos like this near it.
Massive, terrifying waves are washing over the jetty. One man drives out there anyway, requires risky, expensive helicopter rescue.
Elephant in the room? Here’s a Death-Star-size festering landfill full of elephant-stuffed rooms, with a molecule-thin layer of golf course on top.
And the Diabolikal Super Kriminal.