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The Thief Lord of CCMTP.


     “And thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.”

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2020-01-24) 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 awhile. 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.

This show begins with Community Center of Mendocino Theater Project’s /The Thief Lord/ read live at KNYO as a radio drama, for like the table reading of getting ready to do the play on stage soon, next month, I think; I’ll let you know when I find out more. The reading runs about an hour-and-a-half. It’s a magical detective love story of danger, Italian orphans, daring, intrigue and betrayal– and stealing things, such as the gryphon-wing-shaped crucial part of a weird antique merry-go-round that makes the old young and the young old, whether they like it or not. And afterward, there’s the rest of a regular Memo of the Air show. Not too shabby, eh?*

Besides 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:

Mister Creosote est mort.


Another pleasant musical toy to mess with.

Apparently I am most like a red-tailed hawk. What bird are you most like?

Robot pigeon wings.

The landings. In order. See how they learned to do it.


Nods and becks and wreath’d smiles.

A dream of an abandoned amusement park, with theme music.

The story of why Valerie Solanas, author of /Up Your Ass/ and /The S.C.U.M. Manifesto/, shot Andy Warhol in the lungs, spleen and stomach, and also Fred Hughes in the leg.

Mandalorian as classic comix.

Everyone shut up and look at this coffee advertisement.

Dude, your fly is wet. Wet balls, dude.

Moonlight. Dubba-dubba-dubba.


WW1 in color. (via Everlasting Blort)

Yay, science! A clear path to a universal cancer treatment. (And if you still hate science, you’d still be free to pray to the Kali or Zeus, or get a therapeutic air massage or an equally noninvasive psychic surgery in Singapore, or go to to Tijuana and have all your teeth pulled out and eat powdered peach pits and drink diluted teaspoonsful of hydrogen peroxide during the full moon, and then later on claim that it was the magic treatment that did the trick.)

Emerson Lake & Palmer, live in Zurich fifty years ago. It’s a bit uneven, but they were kids. Genius kids. (52 min.)

Long light.

Dog in guitar case.

Egypt me.

Art. (via Everlasting Blort)

“Can I continue to use Windows 7?” “Yes.”

$89,000. So cheap for all that space, and the kitchen and antique pool tables and vampire closets and everything. You could start your own Umbrella Acacemy.

Kung Fu Forensic Shamus Cook. Spoiler: not getting away with it. (via Everlasting Blort)

The Joker (1908). Silent and blue.

“The finest nerve tonic and exhilarator ever discovered.”

How high.

Agua caliente cabrezi montaggio fala-FOO-tra problemico, mangia don-ja kwanza-sinatra prosciutto!

How to speak in tongues. “If I had a /gun/ in your ribs you could do it faster!” “Corporal snarf tunnel ha ha ho! This is normal, let the whole world be normal!”

Deetian love song.

Something cool you can do with like $5000-worth of magnet balls.

Something cool you can do with free crap from the appliance-save-out at the dump.

Click the video sound on.

Ze Frank – Mating Dance of the Puffin.

Well, exactly.

Randy Rainbow’s latest.



All the money.


A leisurely bike ride through Tokyo. One 48-minute take.

A daredevil bike virtuoso.


The lamb of God who taketh away the sins of the world. You are transparent. It sees… many things.

There it is, Alan, right there in black and white. You were right. They are here.

Inside the escalator.

I skipped you past the mechanics of the thing to the action. It’s a power-drill-cocked 80-shot auto-fire-crossbow.

3D-printed 3,000-year-old mummy larynx says, “Bheh. Bheh.” *(Ancient Egyptian for /feh/, or /meh/, or perhaps /okeh/.)

And imaginary ruins. The gallery’s at the bottom.

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