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     “Mars is burning. Tens of thousands are dead. And nobody is thinking, nobody is listening, they’re just reacting.” — Picard

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2020-09-11) KNYO 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. (That page sometimes needs an extra refresh to get the latest show to appear on top.) And you can go to Links To Recorded Audio, see above, and hear older shows yet, if you’re lucky and they still work. Some of them don’t. Or maybe they’re just resting, I don’t know. They’re old. If they want to get up and dance, great; if they don’t, let them be.

Besides all that, here are some links to worthwhile items that I set aside for you while gathering last night’s sparkling MOTA show together, found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your immediate right:

Emma Peel is dead.

“Well, just like that, except it was yellow.” (via NagOnTheLake

A puzzle.

They look so happy but they weren’t, really. People of that era were all drunk nearly all the time and/or on amphetamines, and in private, at home, they bickered bitterly over the slightest thing. Life was jagged. All the food did taste better, though, even airplane food, because they were young. The older you get, the more everything tastes like cardboard, and the more salt and spices you have to put in it to make you want it at all. (via NagOnTheLake)

For example, they used to make cigaret filters out of blue asbestos. It was the perfect material for the job.

Brickwork. (via b3ta)

Time of Water.

Fun at the beach.

Gilbert Gottfried reads the sweary lyrics of what passes for popular music now. (I saw a cartoon where a small child says, “What is WAP?” and the mother says, “Wash your hands. Apply hand sanitizer. Put on your mask.”)

Rerun: NWA FTP.

Appropriate accompaniment.

Further appropriate accompaniment.

Slideshow of a beached ekranoplan. (via NagOnTheLake)

They’re like living jewelry. (via TYWKIWDBI)

Details of the sun.

Rocket test launch and landing. Mic in rocket. (via b3ta)


These are some good questions, even if you don’t ask anyone but yourself and think about it.

Winning astronomy photography.

Crimson Dark is a webcomic I particularly like, and not only because it’s great but the artist/writer peppers the whole thing with instructions and detailed descriptions of the equipment he uses and his whole process. He’s been doing it all his adult life, in between his tech jobs. Here are some pages about halfway through (551-555) showing the steps of producing Crimson Dark. Starting at page 1 and reading 15 minutes a day at a minute a page gives you a over two months of enjoyment before you have to start waiting for each new page. Or you could snarf up the whole immense saga in one 17-hour day, less time than it takes him to produce a single page.

Even more beautiful than the original.

The real reason.

Marionettes. The Lonely Goatherd song from Sound of Music.

Now you know what the nine quarters trick is. I saw the title and I thought it was going to be about putting nine quarters in your nose, and you’d have to have a hell of schnozz to do that. I can only get five in mine without tearing something. Or two penlights, to do the trick where you inflate and deflate your nose in the dark and pretend to be an old-fashioned police car light. Kids love that one. But this one’s okay too.

This flying-grain-silo technology will one day take us to Mars, a filler goal. It’s a waste of time to limit space enthusiasm to the planets. Cities in space, among the resources of space, without all the fabulously wasteful landing on and taking off from big stupid planets, is what the future calls for. But if you have to say Mars to get people excited, say Mars.×900.jpg


The story of the three little philosophers.

A kinetic poem. (via NagOnTheLake)

Thank you, mask math.

It also works if you play it and close your eyes and think of one of the two words– you hear the one you think of. There’s a lesson in this. (via TYWKIWDBI)

Deep face drawing. (via b3ta)

Try it yourself. (also b3ta) (optimized for Chrome browser)


An endless hellscape of pain and madness.

The Jerry McSafety song.

And forty-five British soap stage-slaps. You bitch. You cow. You bastard. How dare you. How /could/ you. Don’t you ever say that to me again. And so on. It’s interesting to watch because, though I know that people probably have actually slapped people in real life, I’ve never seen it clearly, up close and in person, except in theater with no real contact. I’m having trouble imagining doing it, myself; it’s like the gears of the thought get stuck and won’t turn to that point. Try it– choose a person and /imagine/ actually slapping them. Your hand would stop. You couldn’t do it. You’d be afraid you’d miss by a small amount and sprain a finger or scratch them or poke them in the eye (!) or clap their ear and burst their eardrum. And another thing: the slappee just stands there /looking right at them/ while the slapper, clearly out of his or her mind with anger, waves a hand all the way out to the side, obviously about to do it; why doesn’t the slappee’s head reflexively turn or duck backward three inches and blunt or avoid the blow? Why doesn’t their own arm come up to block it? How is it possible to slap anyone who doesn’t want it… Oh. Maybe they want it. People are weird, and things they do on teevee are even weirder. But here’s something else: you have no trouble at all imagining /entirely/ impossible things like clenching your fists and flying up into the air. But just to consider violence: since I was small I’ve dreamt of every sort of it /except/ slapping, including something like what the Hulk does to Loki, where you pick the enemy up by an ankle, or both ankles, and slam them over and over against the walls and floor until they’re all busted up like a sockful of bloody pennies. See, you have no trouble at all imagining that. You’ve probably dreamed of it yourself long before that movie came out. So funny, though, when the Hulk does it, regards what’s left of Loki and grunts, “Puny god.”

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