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Bonnet carré du mort!


     “Cacambo, who had seen much, did not lose his head; he took the Jesuit robe which the Baron wore, put it on Candide, gave him the dead man’s square cap, and made him mount his horse. It all happened in the blink of an eye: Let’s gallop, my master; everyone will take you for a Jesuit who is going to give orders; and we will have crossed the borders before they can run after us. He was already flying, uttering these words, and shouting in Spanish: Make way for the Reverend Father!”

Here’s the recording of last night’s (2021-08-13) 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:

Oh, this is good. Exactly right.

It reminds me of this equally good advice:


“Look, an authentic local in their natural habitat.”



I wanta do that.

Night watch. This calls to mind the article about how cave paintings were sometimes laid out like animation, with overlapping moments, so several horselike creatures running were really only one, a study of motion, the original Nude Descending a Staircase.

What a great ad!

How do they do it?

I was just thinking about all the guitar effects boxes I used to blow all my tip money on in the early 1980s. Most of them were stolen, alas. One, an envelope follower filter that I used all the time, I gutted and put the guts directly in the electronics case of my guitar. I wore out two crappy off-brand wah pedals. I still have my ElectroHarmonix Micro Synthesizer (it’s an analog distortion box and octave multiplier and divider and some filters). Anyway, here’s something cool, for being very niche, a box that converts your bass guitar into a groovy sitar. (I saw this in Clifford Pickover’s Twitter page.)

Abundance. (also via Clifford Pickover)


Trevor Moore is dead. He died of an unnamed accident last week. He was a talented teevee writer, performer, musician. Here’s one of his sketches. It’s like a Kids in the Hall routine:

And here’s his /What About Mouthwash/. Jim Bob Bambalini says, “Pour out a bottle of Listerine, for the ones who can no longer do the same. RIP, gone way too soon.”

Covid prayers. (via Fark)

How the immune system works.

Art. (via Clifford Pickover)

The oldest family 3D photos of Stonehenge. (Cross your eyes to make three images and focus on the one in the middle.)

Rubber alien.

How to stop the child crying. My favorite: “Where’s your tongue?”


Fishdraw. I saw this in BoingBoing. It generates a new old-fashioned-drawing type of fish including its generated scientific name. Refresh, refresh, refresh.


The model for the H.M.S. Camden Lock. “Protecting Britain’s interests and preserving justice in a changing galaxy.”

Little mobile gas chambers employed in the British pet massacre of World War 2.

“Please pull ya head outcha ass. And go get a shot.”

Davie504 on Japanese bassists. This just gets more and more interesting. A lot of ads, but it’s totally worth it.


The London Picture Archive. (via NagOnTheLake)

“Somebody told me you people are crazy, but I’m not so sure about that. You seem to be all right to me.”

Reddy Kilowatt down through the ages. (via Everlasting Blort)

Fake films shown within shows. Hundreds of them.

New York. (via Everlasting Blort)

Piper Laurie in her heyday.

“So this is just basic’ly Cirque de Soleil in the pool. LOOK at this shit. These muthafuckas are moon walkin’ in the water!”

A fun test.

Trouser fashions.

She’s right. (via Everlasting Blort)

Further good advice. (via Everlasting Blort)

A theory about Seth Rogen and a question. (via Everlasting Blort)

Goofy rubber hats. Here’s a thought: I wonder if anyone was ever found drowned wearing one of these. And the intrepid newspaper photographer first on the scene had a moral qualm.

There’s a place in a movie called /Kelly’s Heroes/ that I saw in the early 1970s, where Donald Sutherland, playing a sort of stoner hippie World War 2 character, sees something (or somebody, I don’t recall what or who) that he likes and says, insinuatingly, “Covet-covet-covet!” I still say it every once in awhile, fifty years later.

One Comfortably Numb.

Another Comfortably Numb.

The Mayonnaise Maidens. I prefer Miss Salad Dressing. She seem nicer. It might be just an artifact of the copies-of-copies the top image went through to be here, but Miss Mayonnaise looks like she’s got a robot Terminator eye, which is cool, but just– I’m sorry, but her face is too wide and sharp-edged to suit me; she looks like a nutcracker. Miss Salad Dressing looks like she knows she did a bad thing and maybe hurt your feelings, but she wasn’t malicious; she’s not going to do it again, but she won’t take any shit about it and why should she apologize? I like that attitude; we’re a lot alike, I think. But the lower-down pictures, better quality, give an entirely different impression. Still, Miss Salad Dressing is my choice.

Cannot be unheard. You have been warned.

Synchronized strolling.

How was your day, hon? Anything interesting happen at work?

And Danny Elfman and Trent Reznor rub together and sparks shoot out.

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