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New and improved evidence of controlled demolition in the Pearl Harbor event.


    “PEMDAS (Please Excuse My Dear Aunt Sally) stands for parentheses first, then exponents, multiplication, division, addition, and then subtraction. With two or more operations in a single expression, PEMDAS tells you what to calculate first, second, third and so on. Let’s try it on these examples… [Sigh.] Yes, Mister Kaplan, what is it now?”

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2018-12-07) KNYO and KMEC Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to enjoy. (Left-click for instant-play. Right-click to download.) And thanks to Hank Sims of Lost Coast Outpost here’s a page with the latest show and also other ones going back about a couple of years. And you can go to Links To Recorded Audio, see above, and lower yourself slowly into deep memory. Slowly, now, so the shock of the cold doesn’t stop your heart. Or just scream like a girl and jump in and get it over with; that’s the way I do it.

Besides all that, here are links to a few maybe not radio-useful but worthwhile educational items that I set aside for you while gathering last night’s show together, found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right:

Happy holidays to all 14,000 racistly kidnapped kids in our pop-up gulag of new Manzanars along the southern border.

How they make delicious-looking food for teevee and magazine ads, using tampons, super-glue, motor oil, cardboard, hairspray, dish soap, glass beads, copper wire, and, you know what? You can get everything you need for this in the Beverly’s craft store.

How the sushi making scene in Isle of Dogs was made.

Bennu. Full rotation.

Kimbra – Settle Down. Creepy.

Chingghis Qaghan.

100,000 little skulls.

Danemon’s Monster Hunt. 1935 anime.

Fearless. They’re laughing at it!


And the muscular strength that it gave to her jaw has lasted the rest of her life. (Or) It’s all fun and games until somebody loses an eye. If she lets go of that, where do think it’s going to go?

Music made from industrial noises.

You know how in Inka-Dinka-Doo Jimmy Durante says, “Let me hear that trumpet,” and a piccolo plays and Durante says, “/That’s/ not a trumpet,” and a clarinet plays and Durante says, “/That’s/ not a trumpet,” and finally a tuba plays a tremendous blast and Durante goes, “/That’s/ a /ta-RUMP-et/!” Well, this is a ta-RAIN! As a commenter comments: “Streamlined and art deco as fuck.” What is the matter with people now, that we can’t have things like that.

Qué tren es más macho? Let’s experiment and find out.

The Mullen automotive museum collection.

Ten levels of jazz guitar.

It sounds like a bunch of frantic ant ballerinas scrambling to get out of the rain.

The /Good the Bad and the Ugly/ specialist. /Ole!/

“Niggaz a scrap an they try ta twiss my beer cap.” This was voted the greatest rap song ever? Thanks for letting me know; it saves a great deal of time to know that.


A Krampus carol.

The flying preacher.

The dozen or so steam-powered aeroplanes that flew fifteen years before the Wright Bros. machine did.


On the plus side, 8,000 watts of free heat and loud soothing white noise. You know, you can fry an egg on those racks.

Right time, wrong purse.

“To the tenderfoot there is nothing dull or commonplace about bird-back riding. A man must sit on an ostrich just so, or there is an awful jolting in store for him.”

They were called Scopitones. They played in special jukeboxes from loops of film.

Another George Clinton story.

Ricky Jay, the magicians’ magician, died a couple of weeks ago. Here’s video of him as a young man performing on stage. You’ll recognize M.C. Michael Landon (Little Joe in Bonanza and Pa in Little House on the Prairie, also dead.)

Just a little more Ricky Jay.

Karl Marx gets a job.

Jesus said to them, “My wife…”

Doomsday asteroid situation, a metaphor for global warming.

Four minutes of one deputy’s bodycam in the Camp Fire.

Some neat cooking tips.

Map of the road to Hell. Before they paved it.

Perjury chart. Left column, lies. Right column, contradictory information.

The troubles.

Archeologists examine an ancient racist-stereotype polystyrene-foam head that weighs as much as a case of pop because there is actually a case of ancient pop inside. Props like this can be dropped on fleeing extras in an earthquake scene, and then later they can break them open and drink the pop, releasing the spirit of Shua-Magog to fog the film and lend authenticity.

Reindeer boobs. Any story about this should really begin with the In-A-World guy’s deep rich voice saying, “In a world where…”

Don La Fontaine, the /In A World/ man. That was his real, normal voice all his life, not just for work. There are recordings of him when he was ten years old and he already sounded like that.

A lovely old hammer restored. The handle re-cover method surprised me. And that’s genuine glue made from boiled horses’ hooves, so you know how, in case civilization collapses and you have to make yourself useful and the nearest hardware store that’s not a smoking crater is ten years in the past.

“Wait, it was her! She done it all for the meat!” Ten minutes. Three deep lessons for us all.

Most intense.


The leaning tower of lire (say LAI-er, rhymes with fire… or liar, for that matter).

New domino train technique.

A thrilling development in the Game of Life community.

Giant Scooby-Doo dog happily participates in whatever. He doesn’t have to understand it. He’s down (and back up) for anything.


Active shooter drills by the numbers.

On one hand, why make somebody else’s dream? On the other hand, what dreams may come.

Tilt-shift Pyongyang. Say that out loud. See how fun that is? Because it sounds dirty. Tilt-shift Pyongyang. Tilt-shift Pyongyang. A natural swear.

Layout of cities compared: Europe and U.S.

The Bureau, part 6.

The side of the die with six truffula trees on it. A real place in the real world.

A few of his favorite things.

New Wave Vaudeville 1978.

Beautiful modern photographs of old places and things. View the gallery.

Old magazines full of lovely ads for products that were built to last. What can you buy now that will still be good as new after even only five years of hard use? I found an original ad for my /Korean-War-era/ flying-saucer-shaped GE vacuum cleaner that Kay Rudin passed on to me in 1985, that has an indestructible hemp bag that you just spill out into the trash when it’s full and then put back in, that will still be enthusiastically sucking out birdcages and corners and under the couch while the sun turns red and expands to boil the oceans into space. And if you want to blow dust out of a computer or blow-dry a sock or a glue project or, with a simple attachment, airbrush-paint a fender or a guitar or a sign stencil, you just pull the hose out and stick it in the other end. /Hoovering there I chased the shouting winds along, and flung my eager craft through footless halls of air./ Also, casual non-ironic racism and sexism.

Who’s with me?

Hallmark’s new line.

Seven million years of human evolution.

And the best explanation of entropy ever. Anybody can understand that.

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