[Kzyxtalk] Children of the corn (or) Juking the stats.

[Marco McClean]

Subject: Children of the corn (or) Juking the stats.

The recording of last night's stupendous (2020-09-18) Memo of the Air: 
Good Night Radio show on KNYO-LP Fort Bragg is right here:
https://tinyurl.com/KNYO-MOTA-0402

Furthermore, at https://MemoOfTheAir.wordpress.com you'll find a fresh 
batch of dozens of links to not necessarily radio-useful but nonetheless 
worthwhile educational items I set aside for you while gathering the 
show together. Such as:

I love these people.
https://misscellania.blogspot.com/2020/09/father-daughter-duet.html

Nope. No. When I was in high school my friend Randy and I climbed down 
into something not quite as bad as this. You could actually sit up a bit 
and move around each other in places. But it was dirt, an old mine, not 
hard rock, so it might fall at any time, had actually fallen mostly in, 
and I put up with it and proceeded downward and across and downward 
until I was screaming inside, and the flashlight was going out (we had 
one flashlight), and there was a place you had to go /under the muddy 
water to go farther, if indeed there was even another open place on the 
other side/. That was the straw for me to panic/flee/scramble out. 
Finally, afterward, back up in the light and space and air, I was like 
/NEVER AGAIN/, of course, but I was quiet about it because I didn’t want 
Randy to think I was a pussy (!); that was the important part, not maybe 
dying suffocating beneath the earth, your chest pressed flat by eighty 
feet of earth and your own stupidity, but /not being a pussy/. Randy 
said, “I’d like to come back here with the scuba tank, and–” GAH! He 
wasn’t kidding. He said, “You don’t have to. I’ll come back by myself.” 
No. Jesus. Well, he’s dead anyway now. I already told you enough times 
what happened to Randy; I don’t wanta talk about that anymore. Maybe 
later, next time somebody, usually a toxic man, starts talking about 
getting a bunch of guns to protect their family from other people with a 
bunch of guns. Until there’s a loaded, ready-to-fire gun within reach of 
everyone confused or jealous or disappointed or insecure or racist or 
startled, and/or afraid someone will think he's weak if he doesn't grab 
it up and use it, which is the exact wrong way around to think about that.
https://nagonthelake.blogspot.com/2020/09/claustrophobic-cave-video.html

And the thinnest place in your password security, illustrated.
http://joannecasey.blogspot.com/2020/08/whats-your-password.html

-- 
Marco McClean, memo at mcn.org,
https://MemoOfTheAir.wordpress.com