Happy Titanic night. A dance to spring.
“Eid ma clack shaw/ Zupoven del ba/ Mertepy ven seinur/ Cofally ragdah.” -Bill Callahan
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.
And here is way greater than even the usual weighty bouquet of links to oddball material to fill in the gaps in even the most comprehensive education and worldview and “round the corners of your head” the way the Old Testament warned you against doing, as it is an abomination unto the Most High, whatever that’s supposed to mean.
Blackbird sung by Bobby McFerrin in 1984.
You know how YouTube plays an ad sometimes before showing you what you went for, and you wait the five seconds and click to skip it? I didn’t skip this one. And then I searched for it and watched it over and over. Good ad.
Beethoven, Moonlight Sonata (3rd Movement), on electric guitar, played by a 17-year-old girl.
Pepe Silvia demonstrates with drums the rhythmic nature of a scene from Willy Wonka.
It’s one of those designs that, when you move your eyes slightly, makes it look like the parts of it are rotating or pulsing. And they put in in front of a cat to see if it would work on a cat. I love it that the cat finally goes /fuck this shit/ and tears the paper up.
Felix the cat. The wonderful wonderful cat.
Barbie’s increasingly bloody and fiery dream life.
Our secret fantasies.
A black snake suffering some kind of terrible seizure. It begins about fifty seconds in. The poor thing.
“Bottoms up, and the devil laughs. Jesus said, My people perish for lack of knowledge.”
Movies in space. “No! Three beeps. Then green.”
Teevee painting teacher “Happy Little Trees” Bob Ross acidified by so-called deep learning video and audio algorithms.
The Boy, by Liana Finck.
Unless you’re epileptic, full-screen the video, stare at the red center for a count of 50, then look around the room.
Re-rerun: Reggie Watts goofs both on and at TED.
La Bella e il Mostro!
Interesting experimentation with split screen.
Stills from modern films, but in the Ottoman Empire style.
“And, yes, I like a good story…” Creation myths.
White butts brass band.
Artistic cumulative digital compression-reconstitution error.
Artistic cumulative VHS analog video error.
Furiouser and furiouser.
“Peek-a-boo. C’mere. Whydja do it? Whydja /do/ it? Mwah! Peek-a-boo.” (Shouldn’t it be disturbing that a pet bird in that house has heard “Whydja do it!” enough times to memorize it?)
Where they got the idea for Donnie Darko.
Further accordionlike gestures of that famous obese orange-tinted lying piece of shit.
/That’s/ a moire.
Album art. Joyce is my favorite.
There’s something funny about the stuff going on in the air behind them. I don’t know what’s wrong with it, but it seems wrong.
Do you masturbate like everyone else? Probably yes.
Do you know someone who might benefit from viewing concrete examples of sexual harrassment by someone outside himself? Here are a half-dozen or so for you to show that person. Or you could just deck him with your bag.
She fell in love with the soup can model so she made him a gift, yo.
“You’re right. Our bad. /Do/ go on.”
Thrilling five-minute T-bird tranny rebuild.
“Comedians de Mephisto Co.” These make great desktop and/or background images.
Bandsaw made of scrap metal and car tires.
Anatomy of music.
RATM tune, for sufficiently loose values of /tune/, on toy instruments.
Black and white in color.
Physics wins the race.
Suffer the children.
And /There Are No Forests On Earth Wake Up/. The latest branch of the Flat Earth canon. (Near the end of the show, just before the CBC science-fiction radio drama from 1980, I read an article about this video and people who think of it as a revelation.)