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     “First they ignore you, then they ridicule you, then they fight you, then you win! It sounds hopeful. But think of it like those guys with all the guns and power. You’re their they. You ignored them, you ridiculed them, you queued up to fight them, and they shot you. And they went home and patted their kids on the head and ate dinner.” -Gilbert Gottfried

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2020-06-12) 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.

And here are links to worthwhile educational, sensational, and/or gratuitously prurient 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:

Dreamlike autochrome images of the past. (via NagOnTheLake)

Moose and fly.

Judy Mayhan’s 80 now. She just fell and broke her hip and is in the hospital. Here are some recordings of her singing almost fifty years ago in the Seagull bar in Mendocino. Pianist John Gilmore just died a couple of months ago. Kiyoshi’s still around, though, somewhere.

From the before times.

Six years ago. “Okay, so we’ve established that police used appropriate force against a DANGEROUSLY LARGE but incredibly fragile out-of-shape MONSTER weakling.”

And way longer ago than that.

Rerun: Respect the cup. (via Everlasting Blort)

All substitute teachers eventually get around to this trick.

“Every man is a wrestler.”

Another metaphor for something.

Map of the players. Click the sound on. (via Everlasting Blort)

See, it’s just math. Cute, catchy math. (via Everlasting Blort)

Many young Kiwis are getting the wrong idea about relationships.

Wonder woman says don’t chew on things. She should know; she is a goddess. If you chew on things you would become as powerful as she is, and when everyone is special, no-one is.

Special, super, meh.

Toastercycle. It takes 1 Robert to toast bread, 180 Roberts to power a car, 43,000 Roberts to power an airplane. “My legs hurt. That’s a lot of work. It’s crazy. I know it now.”

Oh, dear.

700 early MTV music videos. (via Everlasting Blort)

Barnaby Dixon’s latest fluorescent puppet.

Latest funny demented racist park Karen. Impressive aplomb on the part of the young woman in black. If you need an example of aplomb to model your aplomb upon, there she is.

Come on, be fair to the guy. It’s new technology, and it takes awhile to get used to it. We’ve only had wheels for six thousand years, and for the first thousand of those years it was just a potter’s wheel, so.

Explore the entire inside of the International Space Station with your arrow keys and/or mouse or thumbs or whatever. I’m surprised about the clutter. It’s very like my house, especially the room with all the wires everywhere.

It’s the lawnmower from the intro montage of /Eureka/. It doesn’t look like it at first, what with the rust and the damage and the depradations of time and circumstance. But after a little elbow grease and a coat of paint, voila.

David Ossman of Firesign Theater. A short piece called Time Capsules.

“We’re thinking about hiring your advertising agency to push our product.” “What’s your product?” “Industrial air-raid sirens.” “Ah! We have just the thing. /Mrs. Thompson? Send some girls up./”

Jan Švankmajer – Dimensions of Dialogue.

Lot 63, grave C, a documentary about the boy killed at Altamont. Though there was less violence at that massive concert than in any comparably populous /city/ of the time. It was quite peaceful. Except for, you know, what happened to the boy. And also somebody punched Mick Jagger in jealousy because his girlfriend seemed to be more into Mick Jagger than him. And not just in jealously but in the nose, too. Right in Mick Jagger’s nose, just before the show, and you can’t even tell by looking. Shelley Reader hit me in the nose in sixth grade with a wooden chalk eraser and it’s still messed up– bent a little, with a bump at the top that might have been /designed/ to hold glasses up. I can wear glasses with one whole ear-stick broken off and they stay right where they belong, as long as I don’t sneeze, and with the climate disaster’s effects on plant life I don’t seem to be allergic as much anymore, so it all worked out great.

Nice animation. Lovely song. He’s quite old now but he still sounds good. Nothing wrong with /his/ nose. Nobody ever punched Cat Stevens in the nose. (I just realized that Bret McKenzie of Flight of the Conchords looks exactly like Cat Stevens.)

Just half an hour, and then the kicker, and the look on his face and the way he feels –the way we all feel– after the woman explains things.

Not so much slashing as rather staccato stabbing. Still, why? They look like they’re having fun, so maybe it’s just youthful spirits and a sense of hijinks, or blowing off a little steam after a hard day’s work marching around shooting riot technology at people from inside armored robocop suits, here in the future we got whether we deserve it or not.

You cannot protest near a flag.

“Okay, now that I hear myself say it out loud…”

Rerun: The Avalanches: Frontier Psychiatrist. (via b3ta)

Awesome pingpong.

Awesome pyjamas.

Some kind of awesome space pyjamas.

Jane Fonda’s workout with fart sounds added. (via b3ta)

Sax and pipe.



Velveteen land.

Further /Your ware! Your ware! Let me taste it!/

And scroll down for a monster story. (via Misscellania)

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