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The box sketch.


     “You can always tell it’s gonna rain when they coom this far up-river.”

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2021-06-11) KNYO Memo of the Air: Good Night Radio show, ready to re-enjoy.


Thanks heaps to Hank Sims of Lost Coast Outpost here’s a page with not only the above MOTA show but also other ones going back quite a way.

BESIDES ALL THAT, here’s a fresh batch of not-necessarily-radio-useful but worthwhile items that I set aside for you while gathering the show together, found mostly thanks to the fine websites listed to your right:

Some German guys on a Chinese teevee show do the 8-bit game dance.

Bees in slow motion.

A single Simone Biles jump in slow motion. Imagine what it must feel like to be able to do that. She got married to a man who’s twice as big as she is in all directions and he is also very strong and graceful; he’s a famous football player. They make me think of Jessica Jones and Luke Cage together, except happy. Jessica Jones… remember when the guy asked her if she could fly and she thought about it for a moment and said, “It’s more like jumping and controlled falling.” But Jessica Jones could really fly; her power was crippled by having her spirit broken by guilt over the accident that killed her parents and sister and, later, the ordeal of being mind-controlled by the Purple Man (that’s not love) (in the comics he was actually purple; in the teevee show he’s just David Tennant in his Scottish color).


Advice from a duck. (scroll down for full advice)

How to shave like your grandpa.

How to shave like /his/ grandpa.

Dinosaurs had a very low brain-to-body-mass ratio. This was reflected in their behavior.

Italian meteorite-size chart. (via Everlasting Blort)

This is the way the UFO conspiracy people are.


How to hang an ordinary spoon on your nose.

You don’t wanta end up lined in chalk. Anybody can understand that.

How we get wrenches.

How we get ticks. Or, as Ze Frank pronounces it with his mouth, dicks.

Alfred Hitchcock’s first sound film, plus another film.

One weird trick embalmers don’t want you to know.


China from the air.

“I’m sorry.”

Note the footrest.



“My poor race. What have I done?”

Arkansas officer, impatient with someone hesitant to pull over in a dangerous place, deliberately flips her car, then he explains how it’s all her fault because this is a normal thing he’s been doing for seventeen years. Also she’s pregnant. Oy.


The little girl wanted a Star Wars theme birthday party. Her father built this in the garage.

About Tesla’s turbine.

Whole billiard parlor walls come a-tumblin’ down.

Watch ice-cream melt. Some of it isn’t ice-cream, though.

The Bisga Fluid man.

How to lie on the internet like a rug.

How to drive people crazy about a nonexistent danger.

The devil you say.

“Come on, ladies, come on, ladies. One pound feesh.” I’m smiling so hard from this that it hurts a little just in front of my ears. That hardly ever happens.

Smiling and crying about these glorious ice skaters.

Uneven distribution in first million digits of pi. (via Cliff Pickover’s Reality Carnival)

When I worked at Brannons’ I often made a potatohenge out of old French fries on a dish atop the heatlamp shelf. You can pile things up out of almost any solid food; you don’t really need a special machine to make playtime building materials, but I like this. When I win the lottery I’ll get one.

Wear your helmet. But if he didn’t have the helmet on at the end, he probably would have seen the gate lintel coming. It’s a tradeoff, like the problem of drivers involuntarily driving much closer past bicyclists who have a helmet on, and protective gloves contributing to hand injuries of spinning and jerking machinery because people feel their hands are protected so they can put them where they don’t belong, and so on.

Speaking of which, some WW1 inventions: punch-knife-glove, knifeproof hat and knifeproof goggles. There was a Doctor Who episode about aliens brainwashing and infecting people with nanotech that made them grow swords from their fists, just like this. This is probably where the teevee people got the idea.

Xmastime forfeit game. Try it.

Q: What’s a presocratic? A: Tree-fitty, wit’ a side of grotchkes.

Life in pre-WW2 China. (12 min.)

This is from one of Juanita’s friends. “Run in two different directions and see who your dog loves more.” That’s the theory, but you can break a dog this way.

A new real-life electric personal flight device just as good as a jetpack but electric and relatively quiet, and clearly easier, safer and more intuitive to fly.

And a kind of belly dancing I’ve never seen before. Fascinating. Attractive and repulsive at the same time. More attractive than repulsive, but… I don’t know; I don’t know how to describe the feeling. Here, see for yourself:

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  1. Douglas Wayne Coulter permalink

    I’m just 68 and no longer wear a helmet. I have been killed too many times already but too stupid to die. They call it a death wish but it is only a lack of fear. “Fear is the mind killer” Dune, a great look at greed and power in a fascist economy.
    We all come with an expiration date, get over it. I believe birth was more traumatic.
    “Who by fire
    Who by water” my great pal Leonard Cohen
    Myths abound but western man is far too superstitious about death. It is a change of form like all of nature and you reap what you sow. There is no boogy man in the sky keeping score, your own choices destroy the planet, like the logger cutting the limb he sits on.
    I do not want to die in a nursing home! Bacon aftershave and north Glacier Park here I come and listen to Yogi and Boo Bo click teeth. Find what’s left of my fillings in bear skat.
    Vic Chesnutt “in amongst the Millions.
    That natural death is far better than slow torture by the Pharmaceutical Industry
    I watched my brothers slow death from colon cancer while I had zero feeling because of Serzone and Risperdal, both left permanent damage to my body and mind. Chemo is not an option. VA has told me I will die any day now without drugs. I have zero symptoms of prostate cancer but they demand I worry and they offer no treatment yet.
    The Titanic sank quick, that boat that God could not sink! Stupid, arrogant humans sank it, life boats were so ugly to our free deck space.
    Hide under the bed kids there’s a new boogy man in town and it’s called Covid. It has killed 50 in the county. But we got drugs for that.

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