Le Whif. Chocolate you inhale. // Airplane and the Sun. (h/t, Brian Micklethwait) // Spot the man made objects. // Servicing Hubble. // Texan sky time-lapse. // Fly baby. // Speaker porn. // Potato faces. (h/t, Coudal) // Why your print job is late. // When bodybuilders flee. // A brief history of weed. // Reach. A robot’s tale. // Kabul. // Abandoned objects. (h/t, Mick Hartley) // Ads of yore. // Table archipelago. // Antique typewriters. // A gallery of newly discovered species. // And, via The Thin Man, it’s Ms Rose Murphy.

How it was made. And remember, it’s just an advert for a TV. 

Levitation, explosions, bare-chested fisticuffs… Why, it must be Sherlock Holmes.

That kind of thing never happened to Jeremy Brett. Holmes purists will no doubt be inhaling with alarm, but I quite like the look of it.

Over at The Augean Stables, Richard Landes has some interesting commentary on my recent discussion with Stephen Hicks. Well worth reading.

Among the terms used to search this site is the phrase “well-heeled class warrior.” The results of that search include several references to the Guardian’s associate editor, Seumas Milne, whose disregard for reality and repeated attempts to mislead will be familiar to regular readers. While Milne is incorrigible in his evasions and distortions, it’s perhaps unfair to single him out as uniquely hypocritical. Plenty of Milne’s colleagues could vie for the title quoted above. Among them, Milne’s employer, Guardian editor Alan Rusbridger, whose prodigious capacity for hypocrisy was revealed in this exchange with Piers Morgan, from which the following is but an appetiser: