Hardcore rave banana. || Baby cannon. || Good doggo. || Feet detected. || Underwhelming loaf. || Today’s word is rethink. || Slow-motion ocean. (h/t, Things) || Unfortunate phrasing. || “Its smell is compared to that of a dog, with the texture of breadcrumbs and the appearance of ping pong balls.” || Parental discipline of note. || Pamela didn’t realise what would subsequently happen to her curtains. || Context is for weaklings. || Car mine of note. (h/t, Dr Westerhaus) || Cooking with wool. || There’s a lot of it about. || The evolution of the scrollbar, a visual guide. || The statistical value of a dog’s life. || At last, a baby head Theremin. || Seedlings and chess. || And finally, festively, you want one and you know it.

Yes, a chance to throw together your own pile of links and oddities in the comments. I’ll set the ball rolling with the power of gift bags; a girl who’s got volume; cows and VR, together at last; and a great question of our time: Snake and Tetris – can you play them simultaneously?

Oh, and a perfect illustration of how to be cool about it.

Wonders of the world. (h/t, Neocon Servative) || Well, they wanted proof. || How to do woke manners. (h/t, Damian) || Today’s words are teaching assistant. || Attempt no landing there. || Things dads do. || Usually done at night. || I don’t think that should be there. || A bit close. || Rebuttal of note. (h/t, Dicentra) || Get your hands on Nefertiti’s bust. || Blackberries say hello. || How menfolk pass the time, a possible series. || Peeling at speed. || More joys of public transport. || Real-time Twitter emoji use, because you need to know. || “Human faeces is viscoelastic and sticky in nature, causing it to adhere to conventional surfaces.” || Forbidden love. || And finally, and under pressure, fingering the perp.

Reciprocation is a lovely thing. || She reeks of class. || Intruders detected. || It is damaged. || The undead. || Because you demanded it, four decades of Argos catalogues. (h/t, Things) || Caption unnecessary. || Kitchen nightmare of note. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || If you’ve ever wondered what would be published in a journal of “feminist geography.” || Girls’ night in. || This may amuse. Do try it out for yourselves. || Slightly underwhelming library books. Includes Bowling for Women and How to Make a Mystery Smell Balloon. || The size of space. || The Crawling Eye (1958). || Crisis averted. || Cutie. || It’s called a guqin. (h/t, Elephants Gerald) || And finally, via Dicentra, the eternal struggle.

Back yard scenes. (h/t, Holborn) || Synchronised boobies. || Hey, baby. || Being proud, they filmed it. || “Grandma always wanted a pig.” || Twitter indignation. || Twitter done well. || Dental nerves. || He does this better than you do. || Documentary idea of note. (h/t, Damian) || Unmix your music. Not there, but not bad. || Always respect the media. || Teachable moment. || Teachable moment 2. || The longest sight-line? || Unexpectedly. || New shoes, I see. || On Soviet cannibalism. || “I heard about McDonald’s never decaying so I wanted to find out whether this was true.” || Underclass scenes. || Everything wrong with The Shining. || And finally, if you laugh at this, you’re a terrible, terrible person.

Alas, her telekinetic powers failed her when she needed them the most. || For all your kerning nightmares. || Our political titans. || More joys of public transport. || Winter in Japan. || Landing in trees, in 360 degrees. || The thrill of yarn. || Are we there yet, dad? || He does this better than you do. || I question this design choice. || Oversharing of note. || You shall go to the ball. || Shopping centre scenes. || He sees you. || Headline of note. || “You’ve walked out of the movie three times?” || Woke AF. || Feminist standards. || “Rhetorical violence.” || Always respect the media and their lofty moral leadership. || In fairness, it is easy to miss. || And finally, what appears to be the aftermath of a traumatic collision.

Announcement of note. || A question for art enthusiasts. (h/t, Dicentra) || There’s treasure in the attic. || Rodent motorist. || Emergency bread. (h/t, Damian) || Bit late now, love. || Brain-eating amoebas. || Hallowe’en eye pies. || Progressive fashion choice. || Feminist intellectual. || That little face. || Pelican visits fish-and-chip shop. || Enhance your phone fondling with artificial skin. || “Please refrain from gendering us.” || Social gaffe. || The glow of greenhouses. || The thrill of musical theatre. (h/t, Damian) || Compressing metal. || At last, an autonomous robotic pooper scooper. || I suspect trickery. (h/t, Dicentra) || Night landing. || And finally, comfortingly, something to think about before you go to sleep.

Fun with fireworks. || Foldable earthquake helmet. || Refreshment table of note. || Roads of the Roman Empire as a modern transit map. (h/t, Coudal) || Always respect the media. (h/t, Darleen) || Scenes from Google Earth. || Good deed. (h/t, Julia) || His train-wreck wedding gig was worse than yours. (h/t, Shaw Taylor’s Glasses) || Giant gelatinous egg sack of note. || Speaking of big. || A touch of turbulence. || Contrabassoon II. || Suboptimal. || You can listen to your tattoos. || Headline. || Stop-motion card play. || A brief history of penis transplants. || A partial success. || Changing car proportions. (h/t, Things) || Car trouble of note. || And finally, enticingly, the chocolate toilets you’ve always wanted.

Frankly, I question his conviction. || Nommy-nommy-nom. || For all your online autopsy needs. || Ah yes, the clever ones. || London scenes. || More joys of public transport. || Apparently, Dungeon Synth is a genre. (h/t, Things) || They’re gaining on us. || Global bling. || Blackboards of note. || Burly chap. || His cakes are better camouflaged than yours. || Because you would and you know it. (h/t, Dicentra) || On photographing the Milky Way. || That’s exactly how I would’ve done it. || Will an iron anvil float in mercury? || 10 minutes of moral squalor. Not for the faint-hearted or easily depressed. || Augmentation of note. || How to steam eggs. || Fussy customer. || And finally, ten billion tons and moving fast.

As I’m still sniffling and wheezing, you’re getting a chance to throw together your own pile of links and oddities in the comments. I’ll set the ball rolling with something that cats don’t do; a bacon-fat ratio of note; news from Katmai National Park’s Fat Bear Week; via Fnord, a chap doing this better than you do; some hatchlings of note; and a film about Nepal’s psychotropic honey hunters.

Oh, and a miracle breakthrough in grease-avoidance technology.