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   “Every machine is a smoke machine if you operate it wrong enough.” -George Takei

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2019-10-11) 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 a couple of years. And you can go to Links To Recorded Audio, see above, and hear older shows yet, though the farther back in time you try to go, the less likely it is to work right, just like real life.

Besides all that, here are links to further worthwhile educational and/or sensational items that I set aside for you while gathering the show together, found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right:

This is what they used to do before they had pole dancing. Pole dancing is the lazy person’s sexy dance.

Miyazaki’s airships. (And below that: the lighted, motorized flying warship sculpture.)

Visualizing herd immunity.

Ze Frank’s latest. “Do your magic, brain witch.”

Trumpery of the 15th century. (via Everlasting Blort)

1930s-40s in color. (via Everlasting Blort)

Wicker, man.


The hotel of the mysteries.

Nude on the moon.

Balloonie! Balloonie!

Orbiting octopockle.

Astronauts. A neat desktop image when despeckled of fish food.

Sportsball in a nutshell.

An experimental condom-powered bagpipe thing. (via

Worth it.

Why we will lose:

I repeat, why we will lose:

A kiss from Daddy. “All the rich white folks are going to argue, and then whoever’s best is going to win a kiss from Daddy. Ooooh.” It’s the theme song to a teevee show. I haven’t seen it, but probably this is good enough.

Hey, Joe, whaddaya know?

The flapper dictionary. It doesn’t say, but there are several reasons they called them flappers. 1. 17th century word for prostitute. 2. 19th century word for energetic girl. 3. The characteristic flappy-arm dance. 4. They wore their galoshes unbuckled, to be clever.

Jungefrauenzimmerdurchschwindsuchttodtungsgegenverein (say yoon-guh-frah-wen-tsimmer-dur(ch)-shvind-zoo(ch)t-tohdt-toongs-gay-gen-feh-ryhn).

How motorcyclists think people react to their stupid house-shaking noise.

Don’t look. You’ll be sorry.

I like the way the little person and the predator communicate. “I see you. Look, guys, see? We all see you, fella.” Predator bird: “Ah, shit. Okay, well, bye. Dang it.”

Eat it.

The Loch Ness monster: the giant baroque contrabassoon.

Lad, I don’t know where you’ve been, but I see you won first prize.”



Card dealing in stop-O-mation with excellent use of sound.

Zuckerborg’s nipple-free techno-utopia.

Twenty minutes ago I had no idea who Marty Stewart is. I like the way he talks about his life. Near the end he mentions the Byrds, and there’s Gene Parsons, and a closeup of one of his patented String-Bender-equipped guitars, from way before the patent.

Augustus Jansson’s Queen City Printing Ink Company ads.

Fluidic space.

Several gifs of a black hole in rotation. (via Everlasting Blort)

Now extrapolate this to explain everybody doing everything everywhere. If there is a miracle, it’s that we haven’t blown the world up a thousand times over by now, not out of malice but just sleepiness and then blaming others, imaginary /or/ real, for problems that could all be solved by pulling over and taking a nap. Seriously, just stop whatever’s so important, make it safe, and let your eyes close.

I care even less about video games than I care about spectator-sportsball games, but this video article is really something. It takes some time to develop the point, but it’s a cool point and a clever trick.

There’s more here than the one theme, but the first item reminds me of an old saying: In wartime, whatever you do, don’t piss off the pinup girls. They will climb entirely over you from the back to stab you in the face. Just like a cat does.

An attractive new real-life 1930s-style stainless steel rocket meant for
Mars. Occasionally, like in the story /The Gernsback Continuum/, we get glimpses of this sort of thing, something from the timeline we should be on instead of crappy one we’re stuck in.

Speaking of which, Todd Alcott’s store:

Origami in space.

How we get– whatever that is.

I like this one even more.

And the Brother Brothers’ banjo song.

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