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Vive le tricolor.


    “You have to love a nation that celebrates its independence every July 4, not with a parade of guns, tanks, and soldiers who file by the White House in a show of strength and muscle, but with family picnics.” -Erma Bombeck

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2019-07-05) KNYO and KMEC Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show ready to re-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 hear older shows yet.

Besides all that, here are links to further worthwhile educational and/or sensational 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:

Understanding lunar cycles. A chart, with hover text. I didn’t know about the cycle of lunar mood but I do now.

A particularly beautiful magic act on /Fool Us/.

How they do it in Alaska. It’s really no more polluting nor wasteful nor dangerous than fireworks.

Though if there were no fireworks, there’d never be any fireworks store fires, and that would be a shame. I hope this was just competent sabotage –get in, do the job, get out the back– and no-one fell asleep smoking a cigaret in there, and there was no traditional fireworks store cat.

Fireworks accident blows off tip of Florida.

Change for the goat. (I told Juanita about this, a rabbit is change, and she said, “It should be a chicken.” That’s right.)

Happy dance. You can’t not smile.

Happy birthday.

Pianist plays drums.

Ninja Sex Party – Heart Boner (For You)

Ryan Simmons will give you one hundred thousand dollars if you can guess what this is an ad for before it tells you.

The little bars go through the earholes and that keeps them up in the dome. The jaws could come loose and fall, but they just never seem to, so nobody’s worried about that anymore.

Clue: Trees are insects. Fish are roast beef.

The world’s worst translator.

And “You simply can’t comprehend the genius of Donald Trump. Our president has /no fear/. Our Supreme Leader comrade is a hero revered by all people.” [A reader wrote of this, “Amazing how something can be hilarious and terrifying at the same time,” and the next person wrote, “Hilarifying.” So the response to this should be the hypnotic trigger command the alien false Captain Helix planted to turn Commander Henderson against humanity and attempt to destroy the sun, in the final, climactic episode of Hyperdrive. It’s a combination of horror and courage: /HORRIDGE!/ That’s right: HORRIDGE, my friends. /Screw/ your horridge to the sticking place, and close up the walls with our English dead!

Soda pop. Original Coca Cola was alcohol, cocaine and some other things, because the inventor was searching for a magical medicine to wean himself off of his addiction to morphine. You could add alcohol and cocaine and $400-an-ounce essential oils to present-day Coke and get mostly there, though it still will not cure you of anything but your job. And Pepsi tastes better, but not as good as Safeway Select diet grapefruit soda, which also repels malaria mosquitos in test after test, like quinine.

Bee drag.

The other kind of bee drag.

Fun with fire.

Ripley: “Get away from her, you bitch!”

Fun with paper.

Question of scissors.

The questions of Luke.

Luca Stricagnoli’s latest. But this time they used a neat filter on the video that makes everything into a rotoscope-like cartoon. Years ago VLC video player this same filter in the effects tab, and one of the [mumble-mumbledy] times I watched all the /Firefly/ teevee shows all the way through, I used that and it was pretty cool. It changes the feel of the show. Try that.

“Applying AI filters to an 1830 painting leads to pleasing results.”

Using compressed air to bow guitar strings. I’m trying this as soon as I get back to the shop.

Startling glorious weird dance contest.

I for one welcome our benevolent robot overlords.

Answer: not robots, that is for sure, unless it would be for some kind of museum of the quaint meat-existence past.

Virtual robot bowler. Instantly outlawed, like the Indy vacuum cars.

Mutant fly strains invented by a neural net.

I, for one, welcome our female superhero overlords.

“That’s the ol’ Wichita pickoff, Travis, that many say he’s have [sic] in the repertoire but you very seldom see it used.”

Hevesh5’s latest domino effect.

Ramming speed.

Thousands of photos of aftermath of the 2001 big deal were found in an attic.

Oh, my God, indeed.

“ooHHhhHH, my goodness! OhhhhHHHH, holy sheee-it! Ah hab no stomach! Ah hab no stomach! Ohhh, how high! Ah ain’t holdin’ back, though! /Ah ain’t holdin’ back!/”

Either the man this woman just married is a very secure individual without a drop of perfectly normal jealousy in him nor a lick of sense, or I give this marriage two months.

What. Just having a conversation.

“This is Molly. We’re both deaf. Sit, good girl! Nice to meet you. Yay!”

Lily and Jim.

Fun with portals.

Realistic paintings of bulging rugs. In the Kaiser hospital in Santa Rosa (CA) there’s a painting of cloth awnings that gives this 3D effect. From across the lobby it looks like a hole in the wall with the awnings outside there. Even from right in front of it it feels deep.

Anti-Christ and the Times of the Gentiles.

Clip-art pictures mostly of attractive, clean-cut young people, with some bloody-WTF images but not too many of those, that you can use for your projects. You never get to the bottom; thousands more just appear. Oh, that’s nice. She’s pretty. What are /they/ doing? That’s Canada. This guy looks like he’s thinking, /I’m already fucking you./ No, you’re not, buddy. I don’t have time for this. You look at them for awhile, make sure they don’t get into any trouble.

Coordinate precision.


Long-lasting glow in the dark car paint. This would look especially cool on that ’37 Talbot-Lago that I’m still really surpised they don’t make cars like now, because everyone would want one, glow in the dark or not. Just the body shape.

Cat and bird.


Brit Cruise: The nature of machine learning.

Fireworks labels.

Fourth of July fails.

The teenage-boys-are-idiots chart and other charts.

How cosmeticians stick dead people’s eyes closed so they don’t pop open and freak people out at the funeral they way they used to do all the time. They hook the eyelids from the inside with these special contact-lense eyeball clips. Here, look:

City of church ruins.

America, a place for Americans.

How we get cannons in 1908. We must really need cannons because, Jesus, look at all that.

Bitchin’ waves that would make excellent desktop images.

So have you heard about the new indestructible fecal parasite living in public swimming pools? The one that laughs at chlorine.

Eta Carinae.

Two and a half million volunteers so far. Brilliant idea. An app that connects blind people to people willing to see and describe important details for them through their phone.

Words of wisdom from a retired schoolteacher.

Missed the boat, boys, ye have, sure as shite.

A great game where you match the comment with the proper art. But maybe I only think it’s a great game because I can’t seem to lose. I’m really good at this… Oh, dang it, I just got one wrong after five ten-out-of-tens. Tch.

An inexpensive piece of exercise equipment for the big four: hiding, stalking, pouncing /and/ stealing skills.

A new kind of panorama video.

Good thing I can fly, said Peter Pan to the bartender. Dressed like this I could get the shit beat outta me around here. (Also) The part in Monty Python and the Search for the Holy Grail where a knight is catapulted off the mystical bridge and goes /whAAA!/

I think it’s: Filter switched on rather than pimple switched off.

Okay, ordinarily I’d be all /Shut up and take my money/ about this, if I had some money, but as I’ve gotten older I developed an allergy to caps. Just one goddamn cap is all it takes, and my eyes are stinging and I’m sneezing and sneezing. But, gee, wouldn’t it be swell to have that hot little tommygun to spray flaming justice death with! We’d turn it on Martians; we’d turn it on men! /pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop!/–strange-things-vintage-toys.jpg

Cyr wheel skill.

The Bat Man.

How every movie trailer soundtrack is made anymore, shown by making one. I skipped you to the final product, but you can skip back to view the process.

And that explains it. And this is a /good/ apple. Every cop is a good apple on his day.


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