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     “If the short con is an anecdote, the long con is a novel. Essentially, a short con involves taking the pigeon for all the money he has on his person, while the long con sends him home to get more.” -Luc Sante

Here’s the recording* of last night’s (2017-12-29) KNYO and KMEC Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to download and enjoy.

Or, thanks to Hank Sims of Lost Coast Outpost, you can get it *this other way, from this other place, which you might like better because it offers an instant-play option and isn’t surrounded by confusing flashing ads.

And here are links to a few not necessarily radio-useful but worthwhile items that I set aside for you while putting the show together, found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right:

The latest SpaceX rocket launch (Falcon 9) seen from a distance, sped up to suit the modern attention span, because a /rocket/ isn’t fast enough anymore to suit us. Pretty, though. Also exciting for the chemtrails loons; this is the chemtrail from Hell for them.

An impressive rhythmic edit of Star Wars clips to /War Pigs/.

A paean to Doctor Bose (20 minutes well spent). Near the end, the MIT finance woman mists up a little bit, mainly, I think, because of the yummy $150 million bequest, though maybe she liked the guy some and was genuinely sorry he’s dead and misses him. It can be both.

On the other hand, science can’t explain everything. Whereas religion can, though religion explains everything with /because I said so,/ or by the Mickey Spillane method: /”Shut up,” he explained./ (I know, it’s Ring Lardner, shut up.)

Pantone food.

Panto horses.

The right-handed souls of the left-handed puppets.

Movie moments of 2017.


Scott Bradlee jazz-pianifies the Rick and Morty theme song.

Carol of the Bells arranged for several six-foot-tall musical Tesla coils, robot drummer with flashlights for eyes, and flash strobe in bass drum.

The Nietsche finger.

Congratulations are in order.

A new planet generator.

How we unroll.

“Prior to testing, ants were anesthetized in a 30-degree-Fahrenheit chamber until immobile. Samples were fixed at the mouth to a [centrifuge] disk using glue and accelerant with the head pointing towards the center of the disk.” “Micrographs of ruptured specimens revealed that failure occurs at the neck–head transition.” Get that, men? Failure occurs at the neck-head transition. Now get out there and don’t let that happen to you. Well, what are you all waiting for? Go! Go! Go!

A chart of the modern Brit’s worries and concerns.

The Russian woodpecker.

Coco the jolly dog.

John Divola: Dogs chasing my car in the desert.

Everyone in this waffle restaurant just suddenly went crazy and attacked everyone else, kicking and punching and scratching and grabbing and screaming. You can see in the video how it gradually settles down as they all become exhausted. Nobody knows what started it. Some kind of gas, maybe. Something in the batter. /The Screwfly Solution/ by James Tiptree Jr., perhaps, or it could have been one of those alien monsters who hover up in a corner of the warp engine room and feed on rage brainwaves. But… /wait/ a minute. Why didn’t it affect the person (or creature) running the camera?

Little dumpers. There’s just no other way to say it.

The magnificent deer of Scotland in winter by John Betts.

Further forest creatures.

Tuba virtuoso. “That’s a ta-rumpet!”

Gunhild Carling! (!!!)

E for effort.


“By aid of stout truck.”

International eye chart of 1907.

Scottish power rangers.

The Wypipo Awards.

Speaking of which, in everything like this –the hippo one, the water buffalo one, the sheep and the ducks and the goats ones, the emu one, the baby elephant one– the driver never just stops to let the animals stop freaking out. He always just keeps going and will often even speed up to threaten them more. Wouldn’t you stop the [motorbike, car, jeep, tractor, vehicle]?



Rerun: Art of Rob Gonsalves.



And the oo-oo ah-ah bird slowed down to be the WAAAAGH-WAAAAGH-WAAAAGH-WAAAAGH bird. This is probably more like it feels to the bird.


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