Ternaugh

"Well, I don't like them, they wet their nests."

Bridge Across Forever (entire album) by Transatlantic.

Small horror films are where the best ROI has been this year. Happy Death Day has made over $55 million domestic and $33 million foreign on an initial budget of $4.8 million.

Dude, there's a picture of Franken behaving badly with her, and he apparently has a history of making "jokes" that are not appropriate. It doesn't matter who she supports, or where she's chosen to work, she didn't deserve to be the target of sexual harassment or assault. There is no excuse for treating anyone that way. It's not the victim's fault, and we should never forget that. Slate and the New York Times both have opinion pieces that Franken needs to resign. Even though I like what he's done in the Senate, I'm of the opinion that they're probably right, especially if the Democrats want to take the moral high ground with Moore.

Now I have an urge to track down Vega$.

I wouldn't recommend driving too close behind them, either.

I guess it's true. There's always room for Jell-O.

I didn't need a drug test before hire for only four jobs. One was a student worker position in college, one was with the EPA, and two were small companies. The current job will drug test anyone who has an accident at work.

Marijuana is legal in Nevada, but it would be a bad idea for anyone who has a Gaming Card to partake. Likewise, there's no way that casinos will allow people to light up, as it puts their gaming license at risk.

There's a bunch of covers by Hipgnosis that would fit. Here's three (in addition to the Dark Side of the Moon cover already posted):

Chappie - A damaged police robot gets upgraded with an artificial consciousness program, but gets "raised" by gang members. It left me somewhat unsatisfied in the plot department, and parts of it felt a bit like a poor remake of the original Robocop, mixed with a Singularity fantasy. It is amazing what you can do with a stack of PlayStation 4s when they're hooked up to a battered Sony VAIO in this movie from Sony Pictures, though.

Into the night, but out of the dark To be cornered and yet to survive The jester performed, with his body he scorned With his voice he amused, and a little confused His masters the king and queen The laugh of the king was clear and strong So out of fear the crowd laughed along And how I'd love to leave here Moving under... Lost in space and with no hiding place And no chance of staying alive His men turn to him with confident eyes They've been in trouble before, but still they're alive They're sure he'll think of something But slowly their eyes take on looks that accuse As they realize, he knows they must lose And how I'd love to leave here Moving under... Doesn't anybody know that I am on the run? How I'd love to leave here Always moving on Always moving on somewhere that doesn't mean a thing How I'd love to leave here How I'd love to be there Always on the run Always searching for some place that I can be alone Doesn't anybody know the reason why? Doesn't anybody know the reason why? Into the night, but out of the dark To be cornered and yet to survive The fugitive runs, though his hands are tied His legs are in irons but his head's held high He knows how not to feel The time is right to move out of the night Into the light and stay out of sight How I'd love to leave there Moving under... Doesn't anybody know the reason why? Doesn't anybody know the reason why?

I've had NPCs carry on side conversations about inappropriately addressed characters, usually while the PCs are discussing things in a huddle and generally ignoring stuff around them (or, you know, shopping). "Wow! Wouldya lookit that! Bet they clank when they use the privy!" "Well, yes, I could see that bein' a problem. Don't think you can 'drop trou' all that fast in plate mail" "D'ya'think that's a magic sword?" "Na, tain't shiny enough. Me uncle Bert had a magic sword, got it off of some guy that got flattened by a beer cart." "How do you reckon it was magical?" "Well, it didn't bend when all those horses ran over it, did it?" "Yeah, that makes sense."

Here's something to think about Where would we be now without Nasty habits, nasty habits Makes me want to scream and shout Life would be so dull without Nasty habits, nasty habits All those naughty little things That we don't discuss publicly Nasty habits, nasty habits Tell me your secrets, tell me your name Tell me your secrets Does it please you to employ Little girls or little boys Nasty habits, nasty habits Do you like to romp and play By yourself when they're away Nasty affair what do I care Do you peek at magazines Filled with doggies and leather queens Nasty habits, nasty habits Tell me your secrets that no one should hear Whisper them softly into my ear I won't tell, I won't tell People act so proper when they're going 'bout their business Cup of coffee, friendly conversation 'Til they get home 'Til they get home Turn the phone off, lock the door and shut the curtains Make sure that the neighbors are without suspicion No one will know No one will know Nasty habits I must condone No one knows what I do when I'm all alone Nasty habits I'm so ashamed Nasty habits here to stay Now they'll never go away Try and stop you'll have to pay Nasty habits are here to stay People act so proper when they're going 'bout their business Cup of coffee, friendly conversation 'Til they get home 'Til they get home Take the phone off, lock the door and shut the curtains Make sure that the neighbors are without suspicion No one will know No one will know Nasty habits I must condone No one knows what I do when I'm all alone Nasty habits I'm so ashamed But we must not let that stop our little game Nasty habits are so much fun Nasty habits here to stay Now they'll never go away Try and stop you'll have to pay Nasty habits are here to stay

I was going to comment, but I realized that my response would more rightly fit in the Political Discussion Thread.

A friend of mine drove me over to the veterinarian so that I could be with one of my cats one last time. I got Puuduu from a local no-kill animal shelter back in 2001, and she has been a loyal friend and constant companion through everything that I've gone through in that time. I had been dreading something like this, and it had been at the back of my mind for a while, that my time with her would be coming to an end sooner rather than later. My vacation last week had her in my lap quite a bit, though I had started to notice that she was becoming hesitant when contemplating jumping up on the chair or the bed. I couldn't really say that she had been off her food, but she had been drinking a little bit more water lately. This morning, she didn't greet me when my alarm went off, and I found her laying in the hall outside my door, obviously in some sort of pain. I put out food and water, and while getting ready for work, I noticed that she had made it almost to the bowl, but was laying down in the dining room. I started to assume the worst, and began to get ready so that I could take her in. I found her back in the hallway, outside my bedroom door, and I picked her up and put her on the bed. She cried a bit from pain, and seemed to favor a back leg, but settled down next to my other cat while I called my boss to explain that I'd be in late. There was no real fight from her when I put her in the carrier. The vet listened to me rattle off a variety if issues that it could be, and then he said that they'd be running some x-rays and blood tests, and that they'd call me in the afternoon. I went off to work, and ended up talking a while with my boss. The phone call never came to my cell phone, and I figured that there'd be a call on the home phone. There was a very brief call, basically the vet leaving me the office number and then hanging up. I called in, and was given the news. Severe arthritis, which was pretty much in every joint, with a quiet comment that cats don't generally respond as well to treatment as dogs. Dumping sugar in the urine, and some extra glucose in the blood, so she was diabetic, or nearly so. It could be treated with insulin daily. I don't think that I said anything for a while, and then finally managed to choke out that I probably wouldn't be able to administer it in any reliable way--I couldn't even keep her claws trimmed, and certainly didn't believe that she'd put up with the shots. The vet didn't really sound surprised. He asked me if I needed time to think about it, and I agreed to call him back. I called a good friend, and had a discussion, and we both agreed that she shouldn't suffer anymore. I called the doctor back, and explained it, and said that we would be in to say goodbye. They brought her out, and we both spent time petting her. After a while, the vet came in, and administered the first shot, which was just to relax her. We continued to pet her, and it was only after a while that we realized that she was already gone, that rat-a-tat purr had been heard for the last time. The house is a little quieter now, and I hugged my cat, Smudgen, and we sat together for a while while I started to write this. I know that she's missing Puuduu, and she even begged treats for her when I got home after work. They are still in Puuduu's bowl, uneaten, but checked occasionally when she goes by. It's going to be like that for a while around here, I know. The melancholy mixed with memories of happier times.

I liked the last episode.Yes, it was dark, but in a TOS/TNG dramatic sort of way.

"Genesis of Precious Thoughts" - Tangerine Dream, from the EP Quantum Key

Mass shooting events, as defined as 4 or more injured or killed, now occur on average about once a day in the US. It's now to the point that the smaller events are considered local or regional news, not national. Larger death counts generally get the attention of national media and politicians, and they are also happening more frequently. It's always considered "too soon" to talk about any limits on guns by the Republicans, and it's always a reactionary "we need gun control now" response from the Democrats. This cycle could be easily fixed by just choosing a date to talk, but that's probably never going to happen so long as the NRA continues to pump free speech money into lobbying efforts. http://www.cnn.com/2016/06/13/health/mass-shootings-in-america-in-charts-and-graphs-trnd/index.html

Alpha Centauri (the whole album) by Tangerine Dream.

Chester A. Arthur rocked friendly mutton chops, does he really need to have done anything else?

At one of my jobs, we had someone who was always late on the Monday after time change, and it didn't matter which way the clocks went.

I don't click on links like above, for many reasons. Here's the video that I think you were linking, without all of the Facebook tracking information: http://pawpulous.com/2017/07/14/owner-films-moment-her-6-week-old-foster-puppies-meet-her-very-patient-cat/