“You mean that’s not City Hall? Well, hunh.”
Nine-storey large-panel housing building on the basis of III-46 series. Dushanbe, Tajikistan.
Architect: A.Podoprigora
[Found here.]
Flying Burrito Hot Links
Growing food to feed people and animals is getting more efficient, reducing back-breaking manual labor. Check out this hi-tech stuff.
Everybody knows that it’s a big ‘ol goofy world.
I blame Hanna-Barbara for this.
Roller Skiing. Yeah. Skiing. With rollers. It’s also about the only time you can put the letter “i” twice in sequence in one word. (II could be wrong.)
Gecko hands dude has gecko hands.
This is what you get when you Google something arbitrary like “Dark Sunday Face.”
September 2012 to September 2016 U.S. Manufacturing Jobs Graph [via]. Like that’s a surprise.
How to clean and sanitize your forks and spoons.
Top image from Donkey Jumping in Egypt:
“In this Friday, Feb. 5, 2016 picture, Ahmed Ayman and his donkey jump over a barrier in the Nile Delta village of Al-Arid about 150 kilometers north of Cairo, Egypt. Donkeys are a fixture of daily life in rural Egypt, where they are used for transportation or to haul goods, and can often be seen in Cairo and other major cities. But itís rare to see a donkey gallop, much less go airborne.”
Stuff happens. Sometimes it’s caught on mic.
Bonus Featurette: Hollywood or Bus
I blame Hanna-Barbera [via].
Saturday Matinee – John Prine (and CSN&Y)
That was the first John Prine song I ever heard, and I heard it before I knew who John Prine was, er, I mean is. (The first time I heard his name was in an introduction to a song the late Steve Goodman performed (and co-wrote with Prine) that he described as an attempt to write the best country song ever.)
Prine’s song “Souvenirs” is one of my favorites, it’s been covered by more than a few, and I may have posted it here before.
And here’s another Prine classic performed with Iris DeMent.
“So, Bunk why all these sad sentimental songs?” you ask?
Iron Fist passed away last night, and although I never met him (we only “knew” each other on the internet), his struggle to live reminded me of my own father’s demise last year. These songs are for Mrs. Fist, aka Velvet Glove.
I suppose the meaning of life is to enjoy the company of those who are still around. Rock on, my friends.
“Life ain’t no-how permanent, son.” –Pogo
The .Gif Friday Post No. 447 – Now I gotta go pee.
[All found in here. Warning: there’s some odd redirecting going on at that site.]
Flying Bum Flies
A vessel said to be the world’s largest aircraft has left its hangar for the first time, in preparation for a test flight.
British company Hybrid Air Vehicles towed the Airlander 10 – nicknamed the Flying Bum – out of its hangar at the UK’s Cardington Airfield in the early hours of Saturday morning [via].
And Iowahawk wins at Twitter again:
Roll On, My Friend. [Updated]
He’s known around the blogosphere as Iron Fist. He’s been fighting a great battle against esophageal cancer for the past few years, and several blogs are posting tributes before he rolls on.
Prayer Request: Long Time Commenter Iron Fist Is Losing His Fight With Cancer…
Update: Steve held off until he’d seen all his close friends and family, then drifted off tonight at 11:45PM EST, 11 August 2016.
A Skein of Skinks
[Found here.]
Clinton’s OmaHaHa
Posted just for fun, from the Believe-It-Or-Don’t Department.
Eieren Blazen Oops
“Can I get a bridge for this shot?”
Yes, that’s a billiards table. No, they weren’t playing billiards, they were blowing eggs. In Amsterdam. The Amsterdammers blow eggs, and they call it Eieren Blazen.
[Image and story found here.]
Tacky Raccoons 