“Lest he should be taken alive, Hook always carried upon his person a dreadful poison distilled when he was weeping from the red of his eye. A mixture of malice, jealousy and disappointment, it was instantly fatal and without antidote.”
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:
Indoor-skydiving champion 14-year-old Kyra Poh. It looks like CGI, but this is a real thing; Juanita took me to one in Mountain View a few years ago. The building is constructed around a vertical wind tunnel.
When comic book heroes were sexist woman beaters.
The differential gear.
The freaky swivel neck of the barbeled dragonfish.
Control panel porn.
Map of math, the control panel of the universe.
I’m trying not to say, “Admit it, you would tap that,” because that particular idiom annoys me, but in this case it’s apt. If you could, you would tap that, that’s all.
Economic factors may take some spring out of the Easter Bunny’s step this year.
1934 Chicago World’s Fair in glorious technicolor.
Birds be-dubstepped. (It turns into an ad for a phone game, but so what.)
Introducing unbalanced washer on drums.
The POTUS signs every order this Baron Harkonnen clone puts in front of him, including the order to put this Baron Harkonnen clone on the National Security Council.
He gets what he wants. That explains it.
The placebo effect.
Remember when women used to dress up nice to handle computers?
The Gish Gallop.
Of course it does.
All creatures great and small.
And a few colorful bugs in the system.