



[Found here.]

I like this photo for its random mystical uncontrolled spontaneity. It’s like a ballpoint pen Ouija Board. She also appears to be protecting a Jawa.
[Found here.]

[Found here.]



It’s an interesting arrangement that gives the Keaton Music Typewriter its distinctive look. In terms of engineering, thanks to a curved meter on the left that Keaton called the Scale Shift Handle and Scale Shift Indicator, it’s easy to control exactly where the notes and characters fall on the page. By moving the handle up or down a notch, the typewriter adjusts to print 1/24 inch in either direction. Moving one notch up or down will cause the character to fall one musical step either way.
It appears that the typed sheet music in the museum display (the 2nd image) is turned 90 degrees from the way the machine types, or perhaps it’s a different model.
[Images and text found here; Original Patent here; Video here.]

What’s the word?
No, really. What’s the word?
Oh, jeez. Last time. WHAT’S THE WORD?
Veteran Dan Crenshaw stands up.
Nicholas Sandmann did nothing wrong.
“There are demon worshipers in the cul-de-sac” [Sound up].
There is a reason that she’s referred to as Alexandria Occasional Cortex. (Dude wouldn’t post my polite comment either, even though I’ve been linking to his site for years.)
We took an unscheduled trip recently, and Bunkessa had some observations about the plane flights: “They treat us like children.”
“Get in line. No talking.”
“We’re not going anywhere until you buckle your seat belt.”
“Sit up straight.”
“Put your toys away.”
“We’re turning off the lights so you can sleep.”
“BTW, you’re grounded until we say otherwise.”
“Curfew is at 11PM.”
“Once we land, you may go to the Carousel.”
10 years ago. 5 years ago. 1 year ago.
[Top Image from here.]
Bunkessa suggested I post Claude Fontaine. Nice stereotypical reggae groove, but her fake wispy voice kinda turns me off.
I’d rather hear this.
Jerry Reed was a hoot.
Then something happened on 4 May 1970 and a bunch of morons chimed in, like these guys:
Took me a long time to realize that CSN&Y were nothing more than a bunch of musically talented idiots.
See you back here tomorrow.

He was a musician as well.
[Found here.]
[UPDATE: That’s not a still. It’s apparently a steam engine. See comments below.]