1. **FUN FACT**
    In some foreign lands, instead of closed captions, they use layers of elderly persons filmed on green screens (dressed incongruously to any of the the scenes behind them) to reiterate and translate the goings on in sign language.

    There was no information to prove this gentleman’s first name was NOT Razzle. I bet that was a common name in his town growing up, like Buzz or Florian or Matthias.

    (I love closed captions, but I also was amused by Mr. Dazzle; as such, I was a little torn that afternoon in Zurich.)

     
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    "Were you aware that Merlin’s Magic Wand Children’s Charity provides magical experiences to seriously ill, disabled or disadvantaged children across the world?"

[Question 7 from the patron feedback survey at the Manly Sea Life Sanctuary, where the fish were at least not *particularly* effeminate, I guess.]

You Guys! “Make A Given Wish” is apparently a real thing in Australia.

    "Were you aware that Merlin’s Magic Wand Children’s Charity provides magical experiences to seriously ill, disabled or disadvantaged children across the world?"

    [Question 7 from the patron feedback survey at the Manly Sea Life Sanctuary, where the fish were at least not *particularly* effeminate, I guess.]

    You Guys! “Make A Given Wish” is apparently a real thing in Australia.

     
  3. Plays: 369

    miasmaofdata:

    ★★★★★ Songs! ★★★★★

    It’s like the meta-meta-Good Part.
    While 1.96E6 milliseconds (~32.75 minutes) would still get into “Mega” territory, I am loath to call this a “Megamix" as cuts are pretty much kept in roughly chronological order by original appearance for ease of potential future consultation, even though a part of me thinks everyone probably SHOULD go through all 50 episodes to find bit context as a regular aural exercise. Because it WOULD be nice to sort all the Tom Waits stuff together, right? I’ll leave it. 

    (Scrubs for intra-episode cuts; Fanfares for inter-episode disambiguation.)

    I think I got the embed right this time! ¡¡¡ !!!
    [I’ve already noticed gaps, so it’s not exactly comprehensive.  But it couldn’t be anyhow, not with certainty. (i.e., MAYBE the last eppo is gonna be all singings, eh?  Many many singings.  I’m in no rush.  That’d be okay by me.) I love it.]

    [20130813.1749—Ed.: One of you made dropbox a very sad panda.  Maybe this will work, pro-temp. (So solly) I have a thing to deal with before I can fix this.]

    Sometimes, there are projects that are super indicative of how much one dreads other projects on one’s desk.  And there are projects that are just acts of …secret audio reference librarian auto-comforting.  And the synergy, when you add in a need to sort all the like things that one likes in one place?  Oh, it can be magical.      

    (I believe Songs in the Key of Springfield was one of the last cassettes I purchased in the 90’s.)

     
  4. 00:26 23rd Jun 2013

    Notes: 41

    Reblogged from miasmaofdata

    Tags: ylntrotl

    Plays: 2,601

    miasmaofdata:

    First (super)cut, index:

    • Alfalfa working pants,
    • Athletic pants,
    • Balloon pants,
    • Bell bottoms,
    • Bespoke pants,
    • Cargo (pants, shorts, skirts, see “Balloon”),
    • Cartoon pants,
    • Dazzle (, Razzle) camouflage pants,
    • Expensive pants,
    • Fat pants,
    • Hammer (Magic, M.C.,) pants,
    • Jodhpurs. (Jodhpurs?) Jodhpurs.
    • Jeans
    • Chuck Norris action,
    • baggy,
    • bleached,
    • cool dad,
    • girl,
    • pegged,
    • relaxed straight leg,
    • spiked,
    • super skinny,
    • 70’s,
    • Tina Fey style mom,
    • Rappy pants,
    • Secondhand pants,
    • Stretch pants,
    • Suit pants,
    • Sweatpants,
    • Underpants,
    • Women’s pants,
    • (no pants)

    (Weighing in at 1.902E6 milliseconds, I feel okay calling this a megamix.)

    6+ years of content…That’s a lot of bottoms.
    (Maybe fix those interstitials and make file work without downloading required?)

    Ed. 201306230850: Better!

     
  5. Somewhere over the Rockies, I had pulled the headphones out of my mp3 playing device to tune into what was on the skyTV and plugged in to the armrest while it was still tuned to the ’60s audio programming channel just as Archie and the Drells introduced some music one could tighten up with.

    Related—by some glorious turn of fortune after 50 hours of mixed luck— on this second flight, I was seated windowside of a larger gentleman who’d purchased an extra seat and who witnessed from across the margin a sudden palsy development as my chest *did* tighten up because—ugh: feelings.

    Now make it mellow, West Coast.

     
  6. 
AL: Yeah, I took the Jobbo, and I think at that time… I probably wanted more than anything to be a cosmetic surgeon. MM: [glottal wheeze followed by chuckles]SS: I love you.AL: Does that sound—SS: I *love* you so much. MM: Ohhh, Hey Adam, Adam, why did you want to be a cosmetic surgeon?AL: Is that what it’s called? A cosmetic surgeon, I forgetSS: LIke a plastic surgeon kind of thing? MM: I think maybe they call it a lady—AL: Plastic surgeon, cosmetic, elective surgery on ladies, I wanted…MM: La— Lady prettier. AL: Make ladies prettier. ‘Cause I knew somebody who was and he was just so cool and he had a huge house. 

There’s maybe some implicit vocational judgment here, but that’s pretty clearly a baby who’s aiming higher than “butler”.

    AL: Yeah, I took the Jobbo, and I think at that time… I probably wanted more than anything to be a cosmetic surgeon.
    MM: [glottal wheeze followed by chuckles]
    SS: I love you.
    AL: Does that sound—
    SS: I *love* you so much.
    MM: Ohhh, Hey Adam, Adam, why did you want to be a cosmetic surgeon?
    AL: Is that what it’s called? A cosmetic surgeon, I forget
    SS: LIke a plastic surgeon kind of thing?
    MM: I think maybe they call it a lady—
    AL: Plastic surgeon, cosmetic, elective surgery on ladies, I wanted…
    MM: La— Lady prettier.
    AL: Make ladies prettier. ‘Cause I knew somebody who was and he was just so cool and he had a huge house.

    There’s maybe some implicit vocational judgment here, but that’s pretty clearly a baby who’s aiming higher than “butler”.

    (Source: theinternetaccordingtoadrian)

     
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    Your Tang Tang, Sir.
I shipped my instrument back this morning so I spent the afternoon walking from La Jolla to Solana beach. This involved my cutting through a nude beach where all I could think was:

“Wangs out, sir/Wangs in, sir/Wang Chung, sir/Tang Tangs, sir.”

My policy of avoiding awkward beach conversations by walking in knee deep water regardless how cold it is was mostly effective with 2 exceptions:
1. Naked guy who hollered “You’re getting your pants wet!” to which I responded “I know, right? I did not forget my bathing suit!” because it seemed appropriately inscrutable. There’s not really a good response. So he went about his business.
2. Naked guy—well, guy in a Mets hat, otherwise birthday suited—who misinterpreted my natural Charlie-Brown-Christmas gait for maybe depression and sidled up to ask if I was “Having a rough day?”. Because I thought he was further than he was, I maybe yelled back a little louder than necessary, “NO, I AM JUST ENJOYING THE BEACH!”. I may have scared him away, which I felt a little bad about because who is being more disturbingly and unnecessarily honest than a naked stranger. …But I am weird about clothed strangers trying to breach my perimeter, too. And I’m weird with clothed people that I *like* NOT trying to breach the perimeter. I am pretty much just weird, full stop. But clothed in public.

    Your Tang Tang, Sir.

    I shipped my instrument back this morning so I spent the afternoon walking from La Jolla to Solana beach. This involved my cutting through a nude beach where all I could think was:

    “Wangs out, sir/
    Wangs in, sir/
    Wang Chung, sir/
    Tang Tangs, sir.”

    My policy of avoiding awkward beach conversations by walking in knee deep water regardless how cold it is was mostly effective with 2 exceptions:

    1. Naked guy who hollered “You’re getting your pants wet!” to which I responded “I know, right? I did not forget my bathing suit!” because it seemed appropriately inscrutable. There’s not really a good response. So he went about his business.

    2. Naked guy—well, guy in a Mets hat, otherwise birthday suited—who misinterpreted my natural Charlie-Brown-Christmas gait for maybe depression and sidled up to ask if I was “Having a rough day?”. Because I thought he was further than he was, I maybe yelled back a little louder than necessary, “NO, I AM JUST ENJOYING THE BEACH!”. I may have scared him away, which I felt a little bad about because who is being more disturbingly and unnecessarily honest than a naked stranger. …But I am weird about clothed strangers trying to breach my perimeter, too. And I’m weird with clothed people that I *like* NOT trying to breach the perimeter. I am pretty much just weird, full stop. But clothed in public.

     
  9. Plays: 59

    Bits of this had been floating in the playlist since the Millenium Falco megamix debacle last month, but only yesterday evening, in a rental car on the way back from a Philadelphia area campus field-engineering gig, did my ears finally alight on the missing form.

    A bell rang, an angel got its wings, and we all had a little moment.

     
  10. Plays: 1,769

    This was on my desktop labeled “Incidental Powder”, though it could have just as easily been “Morning Boners”.  It isn’t though, because I’m a lady and a professional* [most days] and so I’m pretty careful about file nomenclature. 

    (*scientist: not audio engineer, clearly.  The internal association engine went from drunken hobo to this pretty quick, though.)

     
  11. 14:41 26th Jul 2012

    Notes: 184

    Reblogged from explore-blog

    Tags: TheOther2AreAlsoOKylnt

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    While not generally inclined to superimpose text on images willy-nilly, seeing a bunch of Stanley Kubrick quotes on Adam Lisagor's face could be pretty great, right?  Pretty great. 
(Sandy Kubrick?  That guy has got IT.) 
[via explore-blog.]

    While not generally inclined to superimpose text on images willy-nilly, seeing a bunch of Stanley Kubrick quotes on Adam Lisagor's face could be pretty great, right?  Pretty great. 

    (Sandy Kubrick?  That guy has got IT.) 

    [via explore-blog.]

     
  12. Breaks on a Plane, Wind Variety

    1. In normal adult humans, the rate of excretion of gas per rectum ranges between 200 and 2000 ml per day.
    2. Most people produce about 1 to 4 pints a day [that’s 473-1893 mL]…passing gas 14 to 23 times a day is normal.
    3. Greater volumes of gas evacuation were associated with both increased number of evacuations and larger gas volumes per evacuation. The number of gas evacuations linearly increased from 2 ± 1 per hour at 0 mL/min infusion to 22 ± 2 per hour at 30 mL/min. Likewise, the gas volume per evacuation increased from 11 ± 4 to 76 ± 8 mL, respectively.

    It would seem that if one could maintain a small evacuation volume for each event—i.e., closer to 15 mL/fart than 84 mL/fart—that 72 FPD—i.e., 1080 mL per day—would not be unreasonable. 

    [1] From Pathophysiology of the digestive system.
    [2] From the National Digestive Diseases Information Clearinghouse
    [3] From Intestinal Gas Dynamics and Tolerance in Humans”, Serra et al., Gastroenterology, 1998.  [Gas was pumped into folks and their evacuations were monitored in a clinical environment.]

    Bumped from a flight and afraid to nap is a very dangerous kind of found time.

     
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    Ego paenitet.
Today was obviously my first weekday of being unemployed.  It feels like Sunday.  I think the whole month is going to feel like a Sunday.  I awkwardly went to the pool hours before it was open; I swam a little over a mile; I picked up a bridesmaid dress; I ate an ill-conceived* foot of sandwich; I seethed for about a minute that Sprinkles got here first (but hopefully he’ll be amused by this); I did some listening.  I drank 5 cups of coffee and I think I’m about to steal 2 more.  Or I’ll fashion some T-shirts into a vest to put this on. (I probably won’t.)
I read about merit badges!  Ohmygoodness, let’s be clear: if I didn’t have a fair bit of work to do during this period, I would have a disturbing collection of funemployment merit badges by the time I returned to paid science.
*Food babies are almost always ill-conceived.  Hmm.  hmm.

    Ego paenitet.

    Today was obviously my first weekday of being unemployed.  It feels like Sunday.  I think the whole month is going to feel like a Sunday.  I awkwardly went to the pool hours before it was open; I swam a little over a mile; I picked up a bridesmaid dress; I ate an ill-conceived* foot of sandwich; I seethed for about a minute that Sprinkles got here first (but hopefully he’ll be amused by this); I did some listening.  I drank 5 cups of coffee and I think I’m about to steal 2 more.  Or I’ll fashion some T-shirts into a vest to put this on. (I probably won’t.)

    I read about merit badges!  Ohmygoodness, let’s be clear: if I didn’t have a fair bit of work to do during this period, I would have a disturbing collection of funemployment merit badges by the time I returned to paid science.

    *Food babies are almost always ill-conceived.  Hmm.  hmm.

     
  14. 16:20 10th May 2012

    Notes: 47

    Reblogged from archiemcphee

    Tags: sticky notationylnt

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    archiemcphee:

…He’s covered in meat…
[via That’s Nerdalicious!]
Meatsuit!  It’s better than imagined with the bacon-overalls.

    archiemcphee:

    …He’s covered in meat

    [via That’s Nerdalicious!]

    Meatsuit!  It’s better than imagined with the bacon-overalls.

     
  15. It’s tough sometimes to always be in the position of educator on matters of American culture.  Luckily, I spent an impressive amount of youth-time with the television and consequently my receptiveness to screen-based pedagogy means that I remain adept at explaining both “Jammin’ on the One” and “Droppin’ on the Deuce.”