Party hat and whizzer, check.
“I’m gonna let you enjoy this for 60 seconds. Then I’m turning the reality hose back on.” -Shauna
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.
By the way, that was just twenty years of Memo of the Air that went by, just then. February 1997 to last night, whoosh. And the main thing it makes me think is, I had a /House of Mystery/ comic book when I was in fifth grade, the year white men landed on the moon (thanks to a lot of black lady mathematicians), where the cartoon story was about an evil photographer who ruined people’s lives with blackmail, and this was shown by a blackmail-ruined businessman, whose twenty year business is about to be destroyed even though he paid the blackmail money, and he’s running after the photographer’s car in the night, wailing, begging, “Twenty years! /TWENTY YEARS!/” Like Kilgore Trout running after Kurt Vonnegut in his /Breakfast of Champions/ dark parking lot of the soul, yelling, “Make me young! Make me young!”
I didn’t sleep right before and so was kind of tired for this show, and you can hear that, but it’s still all there. Alex Bosworth called very late, and that was nice, though I almost fell asleep while we were talking. Alex has been a constant over the years, except for the two or three years where we all thought he was dead, but even then I had his stories to read and recordings of his stories to play. /He’s/ had an amazing life. The world used him for a punching bag, and he just keeps getting back up, like one of those inflatable clown things that you punch and it rights itself or, no, more like Captain America, who’s beat all to shit by a bully, and the bully is vile, snickering, a little out of breath from all the kicking and beating he’s been doing, and Captain America (he’s half the size of the bully) gets up, spits out blood and a tooth, raises his fists and says, “Hey. I can do this all day.” That’s a hero.
Also this show’s /The Shadow/ episode is a particularly good one.
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:
Time-lapse military airplane boneyard. Recall the used-spaceship yard scene in the /Out of Gas/ episode of /Firefly/. “She’ll be with you till the day you die.”
Philomena Cunk (Diane Morgan) on Shakespeare. (30 min.)
Mirror boxes. Or, in German, spiegelboxen.
104 satellites 104.
Stuff in space that we track. You can click on individual items for exact location and details and speed and orbit period and so on.
Staring at the sun.
I’m not sure why I like this so much, but it might be because there used to be a motorized 3-D topo map at the Griffith Park Observatory (it was a space-related Exploratorium) in the early 1960s. You’d push buttons on the side, and the various earthquake faults beneath L.A. and the nearby mountains would rumble and slide. Also I loved to jam my four-year-old hands in the holes in the giant iron meteorite they had.
And this beautiful water-cooled motorcycle. More powerful than a VW bug and it weighs 260 pounds dry. Then you put gas in it and some rich idiot’s fat ass on it (it costs $10,000) and, you know, it’s just another extravagant thing. But /look/ at it. What an attractive object.
I direct your attention to the little ballerina dancing in her yellow pajamas.
Charles and Emma Darwin* had ten kids, and the kids drew and painted and scribbled all over his manuscripts, and at first, whenever one did, Emma would worry, but when Charles saw the damage he’d go /Oh, look at that. Such a clever child./
Episode One of the Hero Swap series. /Forrest Gump in The Matrix./
The five-way intersection of hot-tarmac,uniform-with-epaulettes (not to mention the white socks and shiny black shoes), white gloves and baton. And entirely SFW.
Take this in the context of that photo of some rich goofball at Drumpf’s country club yucking it up with the Marine officer holding the valise of world incineration.
Chore your way to fitness.
Bees whoop when they crash into each other. Who knew?
I don’t have teevee so I only ever see this guy on YouTube. I’m always impressed. So smart and funny, and such a good teacher.
How people get hurt in the different states. Apparently in Louisiana they lead with their face.
*And, speaking of Darwin.