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The Delicious.


    “Est locus extremum te respice semper.”

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2019-01-25) 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 go even further down the rabbit hole, whatever that’s supposed to mean.

Besides all that, here are links to further worthwhile educational and evocative 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:

The Delicious. (2002, 15 min.) I’d forgotten about this and just found it again with its parts stitched together so it plays from beginning to end without interruption, and it’s delightful. I especially like how, when he tries to explain and can’t, it’s clear there’s something wonderful to explain but it’s just /really hard to/. You don’t get the impression that he’s only a broken machine. Everyone else, though.

Jiffy ceramic zoetropes.

“Red One! Red One! He’s on your tail!” “I can’t shake him!”


Here’s why you should pay the people who work for you and prop up your nice life, and never welch on them and laugh at their frustration from your position of power. Power is an illusion. This reminds me of the scene in the pilot episode of /Firefly/ where Mal, pushed beyond endurance, has just shot smug small-time rim-world crimelord Patience’s horse out from under her, and it’s fallen on her, and Mal bends over where she’s trapped, puts the business end of his gun against her nose and says to her, “Now, I did a job, and I got nothing but trouble since I did it, not to mention more than a few unkind words in regards to my character, so let me make this abundantly clear: I do the job…” He yoinks the money bag from her. “…And then I get paid.”

Except that in this unusual case, at the hotel, it turns out that the backhoe man actually /had/ been paid and didn’t know it, because of a bank glitch. So. Tch.

Firefly episode transcripts (2002).

Joss Whedon’s initial script for the 2005 Firefly movie /Serenity/.

While I’m at it, a Firefly Pinyinary (dictionary of all the Chinese phrases and swears spoken in the series). The numbers within phonetics are /tone numbers/. Go to the FAQ and scroll down for a table of how to apply those.

How they do it.

The mystery at the bottom of physics.


The rear view from a toy drone flying past and through all the Utah Natural History Museum’s dinosaur skeletons in one long Touch-Of-Evil/The-Player/Strange-Days/Russian-Ark take.

Viva la vulva. Via

Composer or pasta or both?

Before and after. Via

Naples pipples. Via



Out of the red.

Getting it white.

Dumber and dumber.

The Mansfield Ohio News-Journal noted that it seemed to be “poetic justice that a parrot should be the last surviving public spokesman for the beliefs of Hitler and his ruthless henchmen [because] the man who would make slaves of people first tries to train them parrot-like to repeat what he tells them…”

…As in “Kyle’s mom is a bitch. A big fat stupid bitch. Oh, crap.”

The advent of techno fifty years ago. Wacka-quacka wacka-quacka winka-quinka winka-quinka, jijajipt jipt jipt. Wonjj wonjj wonjj wonjj wonjj. Squonnphthpp. Etc.

First good shots from the fly-by of Ultima Thule, currently 44 billion miles away from Earth.


And Vaseline for your hair. This reminds me of when I was cooking in Brannon’s Restaurant in the early 1980s, and one of the waiters had hair that was like the kid’s in this ad. It was literally dripping with some kind of hair product. He came back into the kitchen once and complained bitterly that some customers, an old couple, had told him to go wash his hair and get them another waiter because they came here to eat and his hair was, you know, disgusting; they were afraid it would flick drops of whatever that was onto their food. It hurt his feelings that someone could be so cruel. About 15 years earlier than that, in 1967, my mother married Roland, who had two boys of his own, and suddenly we all had to put Brylcreem in our hair all the time to go to church and that was weird. The singing ads on the radio all went on and on about how not greasy it was, and the teevee ads showed women throwing themselves at men who use it, in an effort to run their fingers through their hair and grab them and kiss them silly, but I think they might’ve been paying them to sing and do that, because it was greasy and disgusting, and they still sell it. Maybe they’ve changed the formula. I associate hair grease with needlessly complicated fountain pens and thin four-buttoned gray sweaters useless against the freezing fog of winter Fresno in the grim yard of St. Helen’s Catholic school. It was like adjusting to another planet, and we all do what we have to do, I guess, until we either stick that way and forget or develop our own Delicious.


View the gallery. As usual with things like this, the old cars are lovely and the new ones all look like giant running shoes with fins and flaps and angry faces.

Aerial views of Hong Kong’s housing towers.

Restored, speed-controlled, cleaned up and sound-dubbed video of Marseille, France in 1896.

I love Jay Leno’s show about his extensive vehicle collection. Here’s the episode about his 1931 Indian motorcycle, not only one of the most beautiful motorcycles ever but one of the best, he says. It’s interesting how subdued he sounds this time, almost reverential.

Just slow down.


The truth about video games and violence.

High arches, that’s good. But you’re choking up on the keys. Pull back. That’s it.×1068.jpg

Ukulele Smells Like Teen Spirit.

“Control units are laid out geometrically. Inside, the patients suck on the glass teat of their [rental-colored beads?].”

What microphones did.

Waterfalls on Uluru, a rare sight.

Slow-motion thermal imaging of an Icelandic geyser. (You can skip ahead to about two minutes in.)

Rerun: Epoch.

Mapquest for 1826.

Evolution of the alphabet. And also videos explaining.

QWOP that works without Flash. This is a challenge to master. If you can learn it in five minutes, that’s amazing of you.

Shanty tramp. (Full film, 69 min.)


Teevee football bellows illustrated.

“I got pants in the coop (poop!), touchin’ our soup (soup!).” Has a kind of poetry to it.

How we get a crotch bowl.


Best Fark caption ever: “Worst TARDIS ever.”

The original model for the TARDIS.

Elif’in Hecesi’nin sene-i devriyesinde yeniden Özgür Baba; kadim dostu cura ve Yunus’un sözleri ile.

The Pub. Uncomfortable because accurate.

Historical records.

And “Un hommage à ma tendre dragonne, Milo, qui s’est éteinte le 14 juillet 2018 après 3 mois de combat contre la chlaymidose. Je t’aime ma poulette.” -Margaux Deman


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