IS ALL THAT REMAINS after we accidentally erased the entire show in trying to add this coda. Too bad-- no way we know of to retrieve it. On the other hand, here we chat with KrOB for awhile, and that's it. Until 1:28. That will teach us to be more careful. At least those who were listening at the time got to hear the first part. And this-- this is the last part. And enjoy our take on the various Horrors of Spider Island.

Then in stepped mighty KrOB, to bring life to the Show, To cause its feeble limbs to stir and sport a healthy glow, Revivifying what was nearly dead from ennui-- The Show came back to life again, as live as live could be. Now join us for the ride, as, closely listening, you shall hear, Yea, well beyond 2:30 you can hear us loud and clear.

DEFENDED ROME AGAINST THE FORCES OF LARS PORSENA OF CLUSIUM. And we feel a bit like Horatius as we seemingly stand solely alone opposing the roar of amplified sounds through Radio Valencia's too-thin walls. So it goes, these nights of renewed Show, and in this case we didn't have Strong Herminius and Spurius Lartius to lend a hand. Perhaps the ominous news of the scary Delta Variant, which my in fact shut us all down, kept them at home. A solo effort with a capella singing by Dr. H. Owll and interpolated material from the Puzzling Evidence archive, solo until... KrOB showed up! THEN the Show took an easier, more palatable and digestible course. Hail KrOB!

JUST RANDOM STUFF...

THE WONDER-WORLD OF TOMORROW is always a subject for speculation. Will we overcome our petty differences and significant problems and create a true scientific Utopia, a Heaven on Earth? Will we avoid a devastated planet and a cruel, barbaric fallen world? Interplanetary travel, humanoid robots, long-life via scientific extension? Some dreams die hard, and this one persists here and there. Of course, we also touch on multiple other subjects. Say, all you Etherettes and Rocket Rookies: get set to watch the Virtual Ask Dr. Hal! Show in August, coming up on Sunday, the 8th. 7:00 PM, Pacific Standard Time. Free to watch, pay what you will to ask of me your Questions... To join us go to https://gonzotronics.net/adh/

WE HAD expected Guests, but were denied the Pleasure, owing to certain Exigencies. Therefore Dr. H. Owll was forc'd to Go It Alone, in the Teeth of the thund'rous Roar from the boisterous Club on the adverse Side of the thin Partition between it and our Atelier. The heightened Speech from the Roisterers beyond our Door also contributed to the bellowing Noise. A Solo Outing, distinguish'd by our taking up the Subject of Worms, and what these Animals bring to our Terraqueous Globe, our Presentation touches also on numerous other Subjeckts. Musick is also offer'd of various Varieties. We end at One of the Clock on Saturday Morning, since the Station has been chopping us off, as with the Headman's Axe, at that same Time and not permitting us to continue. But what, pray, shall become of our poor Show?

...IN HIS VARIOUS INCARNATIONS after his fatal crash on the Illinois Central Railroad (on a Mississippi track). Was there, as the representative of the railroad insisted there had been, at the inquest, a flagman on the track, or signal flares? The eagle-eyed Casey saw neither, that fateful night in May, 1900. Well, poor Casey. An artist with the steam locomotive. Designed and built his own whistles, installed them too. Attained record high speeds. Saved lives even before the collision, in which the only death was his. Well, sir, that is but ONE of the multitudinous topics touched upon in this lengthy, rambling salon. With Puzzling Evidence at first and Jett, newly returned, all the way. All the while we battle the Disco Reptilians and their emanations... A live number! Someday, maybe we can do something about the club music blasting through the thin, papery walls or the roar of the smoking, restless, loud-yakking crowd pressed right up against the glass...

WHEN LAWRENCE "LARRY" TALBOT, a.k.a. The Wolfman, made the transatlantic journey to the United States just after the Second World War, on his own, to stop the Conspiracy of the Monsters-- see ABBOT AND COSTELLO MEET FRANKENSTEIN (1948), he ended up making yet another suicide attempt, dragging Dracula in bat-form down into the ocean with him. Yet once again, he found that death is no option for the Lycanthrope. Larry had relapsed after apparently being cured by Dr. Franz Edlemann (see HOUSE OF DRACULA (1945), and never got it through his head that HE was one of the monsters (not the Humans), always thinking of himself as a victim. This changed when he met Irving Klaw and his best "Peekaboo" model, the famous Bettie Page. Klaw, the notorious "pornographer," ran afoul of the Kefauver Hearings of the Senate Subcommittee on Juvenile Delinquency in 1957-- the same politicians who were attacking comic books. The Senate Hearings marked the beginning of the end of Klaw's mail-order fetish art business in New York. That investigation tried to link pornography to the bugaboo of the moment-- juvenile delinquency. The McCarthy-style hearings branded Klaw as a "degenerate" and ushered in a new wave of media censorship. Bettie Page was also summoned to the hearings but, as it happens, never did get asked to testify. While waiting to be called at her hotel in the District of Columbia, lovely Bettie met Larry, whose rooms were across the hall from hers. Bettie was friendly, Bettie was warm and open, a good sport and one who liked to try new things... Suffice it to say that the vivacious Bettie convinced Talbot then and there to accept his quasi-lupine, animal nature. And... and there aren't any Wolfman movies featuring Larry Talbot after that, are there? Plenty of Lon Chaney, Jr. ones, though. We ask that you draw your own conclusions. A six-hour show this was, ultimately featuring Puzzling Evidence and KrOB. But of course this here is just another re-run-- they trim these things down to 3 hours and chop 'em there. Hell, they're trimming the LIVE ones down to 3 hours. What to do? If the late-night antics are congruent and congenial, listen live, Clive. We'll try to get the "staysh" to record more of these things. With this one, what we're saying is that the "good" parts might be... surgically nipped off after the third hour. Well, it hurts us more than it hurts you. Hey, kids! Watch the Ask Dr. Hal! Podcast show! Download old episodes, watch new live episodes-- wheeee! 7:00 PM Pacific Standard Time, and FREE! --when you go to: https://gonzotronics.net/adh/

WHERE WE OFTEN FIND OURSELVES, whatabouta travelogue, featuring some of its more spectacular inhabitants? Eh? Done and done. More hi-jinks with Stang & Co. The late Whitman McGowan, whom we miss, performs "Be Nowhere Now." And more. Next week another NEW show fighting the thumping nightclub next door and its yakkety-yakking patrons. The baby-blue crawdad will be back. And so will we, fresh from a Nudist Camp... in Florida... (gulp!)

SO EXCLAIMED Dr. H. Owll when he ACTUALLY DID A LIVE SHOW, not a re-run, at the new Radio Valencia studio. Dylan Thomas, a live intro, the whole megilla. But the club next door overwhelmed us with its incessant noise. That will have to be dealt with in the fullness of time. And there are two re-runs coming; it can't be otherwise, since this is the season when Dr. H. Owll takes his travels, ultimately to a Nudist Colony in Florida (as part of his Church of the SubGenius sacramental devoirs). After that we'll be back, trying to do shows though the ruckus from next door may infiltrate our content. Ironically, few who listened even seemed to understand that it WAS a live show. And to combat the noise we did have to feature quite a bit of recorded material (though never presented before). Oh, you can hear the yakking crowd and the thudding disco beat vibrating our walls. How those drunks can hoot n' holler! C'est la vie, Etherettes and Rocket Rookies. Our audience, mostly dispersed and disinterested after our long hiatus, will have to be restored-- one listener at a time... starting, perhaps, with YOU?

BUT NOT US. Not us.

OR SOME SUCH. A mystifying melange of Michael Peppe, KrOB, Spider Science and other varied ingredients. Good to the very last dropped name and obscure pleasantry. All marking time until the day, not too far from now, when we reclaim our rightful domain-- if, that is, we can reclaim it in a studio next to the roar of a crowd directly outside waiting to attend a loud night club, and next to that club itself, whose pulsing mechanically generated percussion shall blast through our poor, thin walls to be picked up by our microphones...

THE EARTHWORM, THE GOLD BEETLE, the wise Emmet dance around the Wine-presses of Luvah. The Centipede is there. The Ground Spider with many Eyes... The Ambitious Spider in her sullen Web, the lucky golden Spinner. The Earwig, arm'd. The tender Maggot, Emblem of Immortality. The Flea, Louse, Bug, Tape-worm, all the Armies of Disease, visible or invisible to the slothful vegetating Man. The slow Slug, the Grass-hopper that Sings and Drinks and Laughs-- Winter comes; he folds his slender Bones without a Murmur. The cruel Scorpion is there. The Gnat, the Wasp, the Hornet and the Honey-bee. The Toad and venomous Newt, the Serpent clad in gems and gold-- they throw off their gorgeous Raiment, they rejoice in loud Jubilee, dancing round the Wine-presses of Luvah, naked and drunk with Wine. Re-run.

MORE THAN FOUR AND A HALF HOURS in the Studio was this Show from Awhile Ago. Remember, though, here in re-run-ville it will automatically slice off at the 3-hour mark, no matter what's going on. If they came in fast enough, back then, you'll hear we were eventually hosting Jett, Puzzling Evidence and Michael Peppe. Yes, we touched on multiple subjects with an eye toward the upcoming X-Day and other onrushing then-future events. You can't call in. And you couldn't call in then. They're saying that in the all-new now-a-go-go RV there will be a landline with a number you can call, Etherettes and Rocket Rookies. But "they" say a lot of things, don't they? These days that useful sideshow, the Chatterbox, often appears to fill in for this former link to the simultaneous outside world, and ideally, we are even now able, after a fashion, to respond to requests and suggestions. We fear that by the time "RV" finally gets rolling, Dr. H. Owll will be launched on his Summer travels, and we'll have to put in (you guessed it) yet another re-run. Oh, the shame of it. As to this re-run-- the first part of the show (the first two hours): it's THE ADVENTURES OF TARZAN. Poems, re-mixes, speculation on subjects literary, folkloric and scientific. The Paleontology Report. Second part of the show (starting around Midnight): CHRISTMAS MORNING as Jett attempts to give away numerous treasures; gift after gift is proffered and, sadly, in some cases refused, since storage space is now so precious in crowded ateliers in Ron Conway's Baghdad By The Bay...