
[Image from here.]

[Image from here.]
Cool social experiment: Tweenbots [found here].
Let’s make some Zen music.
Serious 3D total immersion video here. The eyes override the brain.
What type of Web Commenter are YOU? Descriptions here. (As for me, you already know.)
Learn a new language here.
Some things you can’t “unclick” and there’s a big fat honkin’ one here.
Rockhoppers got their webcam back up and running. YAY!
Buncha Buildings Bein’ Blowed-up here.
American ancestry brief from the 2000 census (via this excellent website). Interesting that the largest percentage, 1 in 6, described their ancestry as German. When asked, I usually describe myself as European Mutt.
The New Yorker Magazine cartoon caption contest can always be answered with “[this].”
Nice tasty archive of linkages here.
Teh Fairies Debate parleys on. Over 1,500 delightful educated comments for your perusal.
Seven questions about drinking water here.
And a cordial reminder: Mother’s Day does not mean “Be a Pain in the Butt Day.”
1973. Ugh. Rock N Roll was losing its edge, and then some unknown band like Focus got a lot of airplay, at least for a few minutes. We did our best to ignore the yodeling, except for the Popeye part. Here’s a rare live version of “Hocus Pocus,” with Gladys Knight(?!) doing the intro.
1973 also brought this to our FM converters so we could hear it on our AM car radios. Golden Earring‘s greatest hit, “Radar Love,” wasn’t their best song, but it was great roadtrip music.
1973 had THIS highlight, though: Stevie Wonder’s “Superstition” (before he went weeny on us).
1973 music sucked on a whole lotta levels never seen before. Top BillBoard hits included:
“You’re So Vain” by Carly Simon
“Crocododile Rock” by Elton John
“Bad Bad Leroy Brown” by Jim Croce
“Top of the World” by the Carpenters
“There’s Got To Be A Morning After” by Maureen McGovern
“Tie a Yellow Ribbofdpnoa oh man I can’t type any more of that garbage without gagging.
BUT THERE WAS THIS:
Gladys Knight was awesome. We were all Pips in the days of old (“Whoo-whoo!”). Then I lost my direction again with this:
Edgar Winter’s “Frankenstein” was being played on the radio about the same time brother Johnny Rick Derringer was getting airplay for “Rock And Roll Hoochie Coo.” [cbullitt corrected me in the comments section.]
Dang. I could take this string for another dozen utoobage links, but I’ll cut it here… temporarily.
* “SatMat” means “Saturday Matinee.” It looked better abbreviated on the title.
How to Build a Zebra
Step 1. Build a zebra frame.

Step 2. Paint to resemble a zebra.

How to Build a Rhinoceros
Step 1. Build a rhinoceros frame.

Step 2. Paint to resemble a rhinoceros.

How to Build a Wildebeest
Step 1. Take a wild guess.
“The Art of Taxidermy,” 1898, by John Rowley can be found in its entirety here. The text is fascinating. I just might download it so I can repair my jackalope head.
[Another excellent find by Hanuman. Jackalope photo from here. Also, check out our Archive of Contributions to the World.]
The laugh track is unfortunate as this dealie is funny by itself. I’ve got no idea what they’re saying. [Found here.]
“On an August morning in 1978, French filmmaker Claude Lelouch mounted a gyro-stabilized camera to the bumper of a Ferrari 275 GTB and had a friend, a professional Formula 1 racer, drive at breakneck speed through the heart of Paris early in the morning . The film was limited for technical reasons to 10 minutes; the course was from Porte Dauphine, through the Louvre, to the Basilica of Sacre Coeur.
“No streets were closed, for Lelouch was unable to obtain a permit. The driver completed the course in about 9 minutes, reaching nearly 140 MPH in some stretches. The footage reveals him running real red lights, nearly hitting real pedestrians, and driving the wrong way up real one-way streets.
“Upon showing the film in public for the first time, Lelouch was arrested. He has never revealed the identity of the driver, and the film went underground.”
[Link and description via email. Apparently it’s been around for a while, but. Tip o’ the tarboosh to Dan S.]
This was my introduction to Tom Waits, via the Eagles, and I hated the Eagles from then on. Looky here:
Ahhh. Yeah. The originals are always the best. Like this one:




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