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Kind of reminds me of A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte by George Seurat.

Action! I had a dream on a back lot and saw my life like a long shot of smiling faces in a picture parade of all the stills from the films that you made that we would see in the Essoldo after drinking coffee at the Giocondo Elstree, remember me? I had a part in a B-Movie I played a man from history. Elstree, ah look at me oh-o-oh now I work for the BBC oh-o-oh life is not what it used to be I took no dives in the fight scene I had a stuntman, keep my suit clean There’s no technology to fake-up a song They stop the orchestra if you get it wrong Elstree, remember me? I had a part in a B-Movie I played a man from history. Elstree, ah look at me oh-o-oh now I work for the BBC oh-o-oh life is not what it used to be - Elstree They made a field into a war zone I beat the enemy on my own all the bullets just went over my head there’s no reality and no one dead, in Elstree, remember me? I had a part in a B-Movie I played a man from history Elstree, Oh-o-oh Oh-o-oh Elstree Oh-o-oh Oh-o-oh Elstree Elstree Oh-o-oh Oh-o-oh Elstree Cut!

This appeared as a moral dilemma ‘cause at first It was weird though I swore to eliminate the worst Of the plague that devoured humanity it’s true I was vague on the “how” – so how can it be that you Have shown me the light It’s a brand new day And the sun is high All the birds are singing That you’re gonna die How I hesitated Now I wonder why It’s a brand new day All the time that you beat me unconscious I forgive All the crimes incomplete – listen, honestly I’ll live Mr. Cool, Mr. Right, Mr. Know-It-All is through Now the future’s so bright and I owe it all to you Who showed me the light It’s a brand new me I got no remorse Now the water’s rising But I know the course I’m gonna shock the world Gonna show Bad Horse It’s a brand new day And Penny will see the evil me Not a joke, not a dork, not a failure And she may cry but her tears will dry When I hand her the keys to a shiny new Australia It’s a brand new day Yeah the sun is high All the angels sing Because you’re gonna die Go ahead and laugh Yeah I’m a funny guy Tell everyone goodbye… It’s a brand new day

Do you still keep paper flowers in the bottom drawer with your Belgian lace taking them out every year to watch the colors fade away? Do you still believe in fairy tales, in battlements of shining castles safe from the dragons that lie beneath the hill? Are you still a Russian princess rescued by a gypsy dancer to anyone who'll listen is that a story you still tell? You live a life of fantasy, your diary romantic fiction. Can't you see it's hard for me, can you see what I am trying to say? It's a gentleman's excuse me so I'll take on step to the side. Can you get it inside your head I'm tired of dancing? For every one step forward I'm taking two steps back. Can you get it inside your head I'm tired of dancing? I know you still like old fashioned waltzes your reflection in the mirror that you flirt with as you glide across the floor but if I told you the music's over would you want to hear that your dance card is empty that there's no-one really there? Do you still believe in Santa Claus, there's a millionaire looking for your front door with a key to a life that you'd never understand? And all I have to offer is the love that I have, it's freely given you'll see its value when you see what I've tried to say. It's a gentleman's excuse me so I'll take on step to the side. Can you get it inside your head I'm tired of dancing? For every one step forward we're taking two steps back. Can you get it inside your head that from this one step forward there's no turning back? Can you get it inside your head I'm tired of dancing? We're finished dancing.

We are the children who grew too fast We are the dust of a future past We raise our voices in the night crying to heaven And will our voices be heard or will they break like the wind? We are the footprints across the sands We are the thumb on a stranger's hand We made a promise in the night swearing to heaven Is this a promise we keep or one we break like the wind? Hey We are the guests who have stayed too long We are the end of the endless song We send our hearts into the night soaring to heaven And will out hearts still beat on or will they break like the wind? Ooh, break like the wind Break like the wind Break break break like the wind

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 know 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?

"And the Wheels Keep Turning" (5.1 mix) by Tony Banks, from the newly remastered (and remixed) album, The Fugitive.

The 8-state rule is a leftover from Ron Paul's people trying to take over the convention in 2012. Both Trump and Cruz are trying to use it to block John Kasich from being nominated during any of the rounds of voting at a contested convention.

"Destruction of Krypton" from the Superman OMPS by John Williams and the London Symphony Orchestra.

Well, to be fair, it looks like all of the candidates backed away from it: http://www.cnn.com/2016/03/29/politics/donald-trump-ted-cruz-nominee-pledge/index.html

He's already backed out of the RNC loyalty pledge during CNN's Town Hall on Tuesday.

Delegates for the national conventions are usually chosen from a pool of volunteers who have worked in the local party, and often have some ambitions to move into office themselves. They are bound to vote for their assigned candidate for at least the first round (Tennessee's are bound for the first two, according to the article), and are generally unlikely to violate that, if they want to stay within the good graces of the party*. Trump's problem is that he's been wildly successful at the big game, but has generally not spent the money or the time to build up the local resources needed to put his people forward as delegates. And that means that what's happening in Tennessee will most likely happen again in other states as they finalize their national delegates. Trump's only hope at this point is that he reaches the 1237 delegate number, and it isn't a brokered convention. *Voting a different way than a delegate was bound happens, but it usually leads to consequences for the delegate. In 2012, Ron Paul's organization in Nevada managed to get a number of their supporters assigned to the delegate pool (22 out of 25), and most broke the binding in the first round of voting.

"Martha Graham! Martha Graham! Martha Graham!"

Oh, Harvey, Harvey Harvey the Wonder Hamster He doesn't bite and he doesn't squeal He just runs around on his hamster wheel Harvey, Harvey Harvey the Wonder Hamster Hey, Harvey!

Presidential party No one wants to dance Looking for a new star To put you in a trance

Most software systems are now programmed by the cheapest available "talent". That frequently means outsourcing to someone who has no clue about how the process would work manually, and is equally unable to figure out how the computer should then simulate it. Back when I was hired in as a manager for Circuit City, I'd perform the register balancing, and make the deposits. For checks, that originally meant verifying the amounts and check numbers on a screen for each register, and adding in missing checks (usually traveller's checks). Someone at Corporate decided to automate this process, and had the programmers change this. The programmers gave us a system which originally choked if two checks on the same register were for the same amount (very common on new release days for CDs and movies). That was fixed, but they made the assumption that every check number would be unique (not guaranteed--especially with newer accounts). They finally got it right, but it took months. More recently, I ran into an error much like Lawnmower Boy's contact lense solution problem. Every few months, I place an order online with Petco for 4 cases of 24 cans of a certain flavor of Fancy Feast cat food to be shipped to my Mom. I've been doing this for several years now, as the local supermarket only receives a few cans of the one flavor that her cat will eat, and is frequently sold out. Petco's site has a way to "quick order" what you did on the last order, which, up until the last time,worked very well. This time, however, instead of 4 cases of 24 cans, Petco's upgraded ordering system decided to convert that to 96 cases, and "helpfully" offered to put the $1700+ of cat food into my cart. I really can't imagine what would have happened if I had used their automatic shipment plan.

"Dissidents" by Thomas Dolby.

Logan's Run soundtrack (Film Scores Monthly limited release CD from 2002).

Brezhnev took Afghanistan Begin took Beirut Galtieri took the Union Jack And Maggie, over lunch one day, Took a cruiser with all hands Apparently, to make him give it back

Luck is a lady whose smile Is as cold as a stone She'll bring you things Many things you might never have known But when your die is cast She'll have the final laugh at you She'll lock you in a duel Where you come out the fool Beware of the Queen of Spades Her black widow's curse might find you yet Beware of a love that you will regret Her love means only your death

There are unsmiling faces and bright plastic chains And a wheel in perpetual motion And they follow the races and pay out the gains With no show of an outward emotion And they think it will make their lives easier For God knows, up till now it's been hard But the game never ends when your whole world depends On the turn of a friendly card No, the game never ends when your whole world depends On the turn of a friendly card There's a sign in the desert that lies to the west Where you can't tell the night from the sunrise And not all the king's horses and all the king's men Have prevented the fall of the unwise Oh, they think it will make their lives easier And God knows, up till now it's been hard But the game never ends when your whole world depends On the turn of a friendly card No, the game never ends when your whole world depends On the turn of a friendly card But a pilgrim must follow in search of a shrine As he enters inside the cathedral