Okay but I’m gonna name my band “The Hairy Milk Experience.”

Insert relevant Technology Connections video here.

It’s made of glögg.

Good friends, good music, good vibes, and good weed.

The Xerox Alto was 1973 and had a color GUI interface more than a decade before Apple or Microsoft had for their OSs.

Also it cost $32,000 in 1973 and was both computer, monitor, and desk all in one.

YOU SAY THAT - and are totally right - but that does bring back that memory I’ve got of seeing an utterly disgusting beer brewing kit being sold in the box for $10. The entire store smelled like decay.

YEP.

I’m the same way, actually.

I know I’ve seen that coined as an online law in the vein as Murphys Law, with a name attached to it, but A) I don’t remember it and made a name up for the bit, and 2: That was prolly made up as well which only compounds the joke.

British English term for wrenches.

Ahh, Morrigan’s Law. Fastest way to get answers online is to make a false claim. People will correct you swiftly.

Steve Blum basically IS the 2000s as far as I’m concerned.

Just for gits 'n shiggles or something along the lines?

Corrected, thanks.

Unrelated, but genuine curiosity - Why the usage of the thorn eth rather than spelling the word “the” out? Ain’t bothered by it or nothin’, just interesting to see out in the wild online!

I’ll throw RRR onto the international pile since it’s the kinda film that feels like the greatest movie ever while you’re watching it.

Find a stoner buddy whose autistic special interest is music and music history. You’ll have endless recommendations for cool shit.

Source: One of my best mates’ autistic special interest is music and music history.

As for me personally, I like looking up music and genres specific to local areas, particularly those from other cultures. Afrobeat’s been big on my mind ever since I discovered it, and I’ve been having good luck searching through old Zamrock albums.

Iunno man, just a skinge of Brasso and them breats are pearly shiny 'n blindingly incandescent.

No that’s the one made extinct by feral cats, but that’s a different episode of Tom Scott’s Citation Needed than the one where I learned about the bird I was thinking of. Completely forgot that’s where I’d heard about it!

The bird I had in mind is the Great Auk, which was mentioned in a separate episode of Citation Needed lol

From Wikipedia: "The last pair, found incubating an egg, was killed there on 3 June 1844, on request from a merchant who wanted specimens.[56][c]

Jón Brandsson and Sigurður Ísleifsson, the men who had killed the last birds, were interviewed by great auk specialist John Wolley,[59] and Sigurður described the act as follows:

The rocks were covered with blackbirds [guillemots] and there were the Geirfugles ... They walked slowly. Jón Brandsson crept up with his arms open. The bird that Jón got went into a corner but [mine] was going to the edge of the cliff. It walked like a man ... but moved its feet quickly. [I] caught it close to the edge – a precipice many fathoms deep. Its wings lay close to the sides – not hanging out. I took him by the neck and he flapped his wings. He made no cry. I strangled him.[8]: 82–83  

I’m struggling to remember the details, but I recall one account where somebody found a very rare, very endangered bird with its nest, strangled the bird and smashed the eggs within the nest, effectively just for shits and giggles. I’ll edit and update this if I can find the details.

Edit: The Great Auk. Wasn’t killed for shits and giggles, but they were desired for their down to the point the European populations were hunted into extinction. From Wikipedia:

The last pair, found incubating an egg, was killed there on 3 June 1844, on request from a merchant who wanted specimens.[56][c]

Jón Brandsson and Sigurður Ísleifsson, the men who had killed the last birds, were interviewed by great auk specialist John Wolley,[59] and Sigurður described the act as follows:

The rocks were covered with blackbirds [guillemots] and there were the Geirfugles … They walked slowly. Jón Brandsson crept up with his arms open. The bird that Jón got went into a corner but [mine] was going to the edge of the cliff. It walked like a man … but moved its feet quickly. [I] caught it close to the edge – a precipice many fathoms deep. Its wings lay close to the sides – not hanging out. I took him by the neck and he flapped his wings. He made no cry. I strangled him.[8]: 82–83