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Seems that Trump won't have to look far to find folks registered to vote in 2 states: http://www.usnews.com/news/national-news/articles/2017-01-25/tiffany-trump-steve-bannon-steve-mnuchin-registered-to-vote-in-multiple-states

And made out of polymer clay and fake fur: http://www.snopes.com/photos/bugs/albinotarantula.asp

we make a crucial team for a dying world and style is a word I never even heard in your vocabulary, victim of a murder mystery ...murder!

But we've already experienced trickle-down theory.

At home, I keep the thermostat at 68F during winter, and 78-80F during summer. On peak days during the summer, when the outdoor temperature can approach or beat 120F, the A/C seems to run almost constantly just to maintain that.

I've got a deal with the Director of Engineering to keep my office at an average temperature of about 64 Fahrenheit (18 Celsius) all year round. It's just coincidental that he's started to grow a handlebar moustache a few months ago....

I never knew so many bad times Could follow me so mercilessly It's almost surreal All the pain that I feel The future ain't what it used to be It doesn't matter what they're thinking It doesn't matter what they're thinking of me It's always so cold I'm to young to be old The future ain't what it used to be Were there ever any stars in the sky Did the sun ever shine so bright? Do you have any dreams I could borrow Just to get me through the lonely night? Is there anything left to hold on to When the rivers wash it all away? Is there anyone left to hold on to Is there anything left I can say? Say a prayer for the falling angels Stem the tide of the rising waters Toll a bell for the broken hearted Burn a torch for your sons and daughters The endless night has got a hold of me Dark days are pulling me forward And all the tears are washing over me I'm crying, lost forever In a future that ain't what it used to be No more no more no more It's like a storm that's never ending It's like a shadow on the land and the sea There's nothing as sad as A tomorrow gone bad The future ain't what it used to be Some days I feel so numb and empty And those would be the good days for me Nothing gets to me now Unless I'm thinking of how The future ain't what it used to be Is there anything left to hold on to When the rivers wash it all away? Is there anyone left to hold on to Is there anything left I can say? Say a prayer for the falling angels Stem the tide of the rising waters Toll a bell for the broken hearted Burn a torch for your sons and daughters The endless night has got a hold of me Dark days are pulling me forward And all the tears are washing over me I'm crying, lost forever In a future that ain't what it used to be No more no more no more The future just ain't what it used to be It's never gonna be like it was The future just ain't what it used to be I wish it wouldn't come but it does I wish it wouldn't come but it always does

No, it's not surprising, and, beyond a bit of childhood nostalgia, I won't really miss it. I've similar feelings about Sea World. My Dad worked with the design team on the original show tanks for the Orlando park, and we went to an invite-only preview day before the park opened in the Fall of 1973. But I have no desire to go back to any of their parks now.

Ringling Brothers Circus to close after 146 years. More quietly, it looks as though the Cole Bros. Circus closed in 2016. They wintered in the town where I grew up, and I'd seen them when I was a kid. They were one of the last circuses to use a big top tent (my church would borrow that tent for a parish festival fundraiser every year).

I don't have a problem with God, it's His fan clubs that I can't stand.

"Quit fawning over me!"

It actually doesn't look all that appealing. Now, I'd probably eat the items separately, or in small groups....

Another Stu Phillips theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BINijYepahA

(has dreams of being a velociraptor)

Congratulations! We had 'em under the house when I used to live in Central Florida. We also had a family of skunks, which made it real interesting when a loose dog would chase the possums under the house (the smell went away very rapidly, usually with the yipping sound).

Soon to be chronicled in the documentary, Rouge One.

Quam bonus porcus!

What do you mean, "Low Ink Warning"?

That's so last year....

Superman--watched this one again about a week ago, found that I really enjoyed the lead-up, but became somewhat bored with the Luthor land scheme story. Superman II--watched this one again yesterday, mostly enjoyed it. Superman III--Oh, my. I'd forgotten just how bad this one was. Hulu's holding my place right around the halfway mark, but I sincerely doubt that I'll go back to it. Mr Selfridge--working may way through the final two series on Amazon Prime. Consistently enjoyable for me. Smallville--somewhere in the middle of season 6. I had missed a fair number of episodes (working nights, WB being very bad about announcing start of season), so I've started from the beginning.

The Whopperito is actually pretty good, compared to other stuff that ends up on Burger King's menu. It looks like it was a seasonal item here, though, and is no longer offered at the outlet at my work. BK is one of the places that I go in the building when the employee dining room is terrible, but it's not a restaurant that I seek out when I'm not at work.

It looks like an avant-garde bikini with Kevlar inserts, though it probably looked better in the original form on Halle Berry.

Obviously, fans of the rock band, Porcupine Tree.

And some of the worst grossing movies, as well: Heaven's Gate, for example, is 325 minutes as a workprint, 219 minutes for the original theatrical release, and 149 minutes for the "edited" version for wide release. It made $3.5 million on a $44 million investment in 1980. The Greatest Story Ever Told started out as a 4 hour 20 minute epic (in a roadshow theatrical release), but was trimmed multiple times, until it finally had a general release of 2 hours 17 minutes. It's never made back anywhere near enough to cover production costs. Cleopatra in 1963 had the distinction of being the highest grossing film of the year ($26 million) while still losing money (production and marketing cost $44 million), and is notorious for almost bankrupting 20th Century-Fox. The director originally screened a 6 hour version for the studio, but was forced to cut it down to about 4 hours for the premiere. It was cut down to 3 hours for general release, so that theaters could get in more showings in a day.