How to lose your shoes. || Crown flash. || It fell from the sky. (h/t, Damian) || Fungus of note. || How to measure very tiny forces – say, the push of a laser pointer. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || Incoming. || Incoming 2. || On the benefits of British colonialism. || A very modern mindset. || An excruciatingly simulated heist game. || Moog dancers, 1971. (h/t, TDK) || As seen by meteorological satellite Himawari-8. || How was your day? || Because it can be done. (h/t, Dicentra) || The British Vintage Wireless and Television Museum. (h/t, Things) || Looking sharp. || Lighthouse location. || “Ready to drive away today.” (h/t, Julia) || A compendium of Japanese portable record players. || An attempt was made. || And finally, an illustration of life’s modern complications.

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His, as you can see, is considerably bigger than yours. || And face it, his outfit is better than yours. || Blockage detected, chap comes running. || Narrow bars. || Two illustrations of small effects, amplified rather dramatically. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || Plant life. || You shall not pass. || Prosthesis of note. || Puppy drama, with background here. || Breakfast bangers. || “Within 100 light-years, things get bad.” || So how was your day? || Can confirm. || Incoming. || The thrill of Argos catalogues, 1973-1991. || No good deed. || Woke and biased, yes, and also incompetent. || A Japanese museum of mistranslated phrases. || Norwegian snowfall. || Look away now. || I’m sure I’ve seen that face before. || And finally, a tale of curiosity, temptation, and unfriendly natives.

Incoming. || If you have one, you should comb it. || A sound map of forests from around the world. (h/t, Things) || Some balloons, they said. || They were bigger back then. || Cannabis-infused gummies, chocolate, and gravy. || Gift idea #72. || Demon vehicle detected. || And not entirely unrelated. || More joys of public transport. || The progressive retail experience, part 450. || It can “correctly identify a particular excretory event 98% of the time.” || An interactive text-based game about nineteenth-century surgery. || Being a teacher, she tries to undermine it. || Another educator speaks. || Vintage music radio. || A.I. imagines Wes Anderson’s Avengers. It still can’t do hands. || The wheels you’ve always wanted. || It’s probably a spider. || Purely for science. || And finally, I’m not entirely sure, but I think this may be flirting.

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Pianist of note. || How bats pee. || Cocaine Bear, a film. || Build quality. || “Anality and Listening.” Is your anus “mystical and obscured,” or is it “(self) structuring at the more ontological level”? || All things considered, it’s not that bad. || 25 years ago, “4,756,940 pieces of Lego” were lost at sea. (h/t, Things) || When you hire dysmorphic men to be police officers, a thread. || Previously. || “Ask for explicit permission,” she says. Just imagine being that cow. || “Where did wokeness come from?” A podcast. || The progressive retail experience, parts 447, 448, and 449. || Whale heart. || Forbidden love. || A.I. generates a 1987 Radio Shack catalogue. || Incoming. || Seventeenth-century castle for sale. With its own island, obviously. || And finally, with family, she used a dog-clicker.

Update, via Dr Westerhaus: “The flowers are dying.“

Best not to look down just yet. || Big trees. || Just breathe. || Coffee substitute. || Thirst quenched. || Selling lemonade. || It’s a thing, apparently. || I’ll just leave this here. || Legally haunted. || At last, a practical application for fluid dynamics. || The pretending can get competitive. || How to land a plane, a big one. || Go on, tickle his belly. || It’s noisy, but the view’s not bad. || “Observing whiteness.” It’s intersectional science, baby. || A day at the beach, 1928. || The thrill of Green Shield Stamps and “instant mashed potato,” 1977. || Incoming. || Outgoing. || It wasn’t me. || Attention, Seattle taxpayers. || Toy ads of yesteryear. || An uncanny transformation. || And finally, for the love of God, don’t tell your mother.