#Mark Lagrange

[collageofnudes]

Jasmine Andreas (Zoi Gorman) by Mark Lagrange

part 1 / 2 (part 2)

[omni-scient-pan-da]

@mysticalninjaearthquake

[elbiotipo]

I've been researching habitable moons and thought you'd might enjoy a sidefact I found (assuming you haven't read it already which you def might've)

Horseshoe/co-orbital orbits, where two moons rotate around a planet, and ever so often they essentially swap orbits. The closer/faster one pulls the slower one to its orbit, which sends the faster one to the further orbit. The closer moon then becomes faster as it is now closer.

From the perspective of say someone on the moon, it looks like a planetary object every so often comes close to crashing only to back away.

Anyway I just thought it was neat. Trying to change the space of your world from earth like conditions to something else is very tough but it can be rewarding.

THIS IS AWESOME. It's a bit hard to wrap your head around so here's a graph, imagine a "moon" or a planet following the blue orbit while Earth follows its usual one:

These orbits are inherently unestable though, especially when big worlds are involved. If I'm not mistaken, this was one of the speculated orbits of Theia, the body that crashed into Earth to form the Moon not soon after.

However, even if it's implausible, it's not impossible that such an situation would remain stable for millions of years (in the universe, even in our galaxy, there must be countless examples) and it's not even impossible that both worlds could evolve life (and given the closeness, even share life, because of say, asteroid impacts sharing rocks between them).

To see this "moon" approach and go away would have very noticeable effects on the bigger planet. I think there would be a pretty noticeable tidal effect, and I'm sure there would be life that would evolve to use the regular tides, and much like many insects and other animals guide themselves by the Moon, the appearance and dissapearance of this world could be the trigger to migrations and mating seasons. And this is not even getting into the cultural effects. Calendars would be MARKED by this. You would have a regular year marked by the appearance and dissapearance of this "moon", I can already imagine all sorts of rituals made when it is at its closest and farthest. Of course, it wouldn't get THAT close because otherwise the system would destabilize and crash, but if you're building a fantasy world, you can play a bit and make it loom large on the sky, heralding... something, until it goes away.

In a sci-fi setting, these horseshoe orbits are useful too. Any sci-fi fan worth their name knows that the Lagrange Points of L-4 and L-5 are prime places for orbitals and space stations (they are stable points so you can set something in orbit and it will remain there), and L-3, the opposite point from Earth, is also useful in many ways, for example for space observation. And so, you could set up a series of orbitals and ships that go in a horseshoe orbit at regular intervals, supplying and serving L4, L3, L5 and close Earth orbit. A SPACE RAILROAD!

[allthecanadianpolitics]

It took 10 months for the Danielle Smith government's replacement for Dr. Deena Hinshaw to speak publicly for the first time. Nearly a year on the job, and nine days into an E. coli outbreak that's sickened dozens of daycare-going children.

Tuesday was chief medical officer of health Dr. Mark Joffe's crisis-time debut, and what moment might Albertans remember from it? How the public health leader said there was no urgency to talk to them up to this point — not the sort of line you'll find in the crisis communications textbook.

This isn't the COVID public health emergency, and for so many reasons Joffe isn't Hinshaw, fired by Smith shortly after she became premier. But Albertans had come to expect a certain level of timeliness, thorough information-sharing and trust-building when it came time for public health leadership.

It's hard to make arguments that the public appetite for answers and context was satisfied in this first effort. 

Joffe and Health Minister Adriana LaGrange had spent a week leaving all communications to those at Alberta Health Services closer to the front lines of the rapidly growing emergency. The outbreak at several daycares which share a common kitchen has infected 264 people (mostly children), hospitalized more than two dozen and required six to go on dialysis, the treatment for kidney failure. [...]

Continue Reading.

Note from the poster @el-shab-hussein: Motherfucker what are you getting paid for if you're not gonna do the only thing you explicitly have to do at your job? Tagging: @politicsofcanada, @abpoli, @vague-humanoid

[20th-century-railroading]

Texas & New Orleans GP9 434 and 443 delivered from LaGrange with parent Southern Pacific markings in October 1956, waiting for its next assignment at Houston's Diesel Facility on March 17, 1957. Photographer R S Plummer.

[archoneddzs15]

Family Computer - Lagrange Point

Title: Lagrange Point / ラグランジュポイント

Developer/Publisher: Konami

Release date: 26 April 1991

Catalogue Code: RC851

Genre: RPG

Lagrange Point is easily one of the most advanced RPGs available for the Famicom. Although the progression is fairly linear, the game features a rather complex interconnected world that requires a lot of exploration and rehearsal. Additionally, thanks to surprisingly (for Famicom standards) large and colorful sprites on screen, the visuals haven't aged as badly as other games from that time frame - actually, this RPG often looks closer to a 16-bit game than an 8-bit game! This also extends to the soundtrack which, thanks to the onboard FM synthesis audio chip (the Konami VRC7), sounds terrific. Leveling up and random battles will still cause some teeth grinding though - difficulty often spikes, forcing you to turn aside and bash monsters to level up. Thankfully, a rather clever 'auto' battle mode is available and makes the whole process much more bearable (and it speeds up fights too!). Finally, although the game only uses Japanese Hiragana and Katakana, Lagrange Point is nearly impossible to play if you don't speak the language... but there has since been a fan translation for this available. All in all, Lagrange Point is a polished and immersive sci-fi RPG that always keeps expanding in the most surprising ways. A great game.

Interestingly, the VRC7 was a cut-down version of the Yamaha YM2413 (which featured 9 channels). The YM2413 was a low-cost FM synthesis sound chip already available in Japan for the Sega Mark III/Master System and several MSX computers. Apparently, Lagrange Point wasn't a huge success - the 'late' release of the game (the Super Famicom was already available in Japan in 1991) and the high production cost of the cartridge may have contributed to the low sales number. It was however later referenced in other Konami games, such as Motocross Maniacs Advance (Game Boy Advance, 2002) where a racetrack is named 'Lagrange Point', and two rearranged tracks can be found on the Kukeiha Club & Konami Kukeiha Club Best Vol.1 CD soundtrack originally released in 1997.

[mmoxie]

Part 3- Continental Breakfast

Free HBO. Always a good sign. Dani looked over at Seebs, curled up in the passenger seat around a bag of Fritos, and resolved to lie about him if they asked. She parked next to the front office and stretched after getting out of the car, putting a foot against the hood and bending each knee until she heard a dull little pop of relief.

She had been on the road for more than a day. The apartment in Chevette was clean, and for the most part intact- save for her tape tower, an old oversized Army duffel, and Seebs's bag with all his goodies. They broke west across Texas, took the I-40 through Albuquerque, and finally limped to a stop in a little town called Eureka.

She paid for her room with cash- single queen, for the week, no guests- and eased into #14, at the far end of the low, long building. No bedbugs, no bibles. Off to a good start. She set her walkman on the edge of the sink, turned the volume all the way up, and undressed as Thin Lizzy tinnily shook out of her discarded headphones.

Her teeth didn't hurt anymore, but she squinted at herself in the mirror, frowning around them. It was a good thing she smoked- the carbon graying at the edges would be a lot more conspicuous on a perfect, Hollywood smile. Everything in her life would have to be some sort of coverup now, even the little details had to do their part. She was leaving a lot behind, and had to leave the marks behind too, as much as she could.

No Chattanooga. No Chevette. No apartment.

No Wilson Titlee- You deserve it!

Fear was getting in the way of any catharsis she wanted. She hadn't been pursued as she ran away. She bought a police scanner about thirty miles out of Chevette and plugged it into the cigarette lighter, but they weren't talking about her.

It wasn't something to take for granted, but as long as she didn't hear her name- or, god forbid, Mark LaGrange- she could keep her cool.

She sat on the bed with Seebs and flipped through the channels. Crab fishing on the Discovery Channel, green wireframe models getting obliterated on Animal Planet, an expedition to find the Antarctic's secret Nazis on the History Channel.

She shook her head, flipped to Comedy Central, and let out a sigh of relief as she heard Richard Pryor yelling to an audience about the time he set himself on fire while freebasing. Sometimes comfort came from the strangest places. Didn't he star with Gene Wilder in Stir Crazy?

Oh man, I should watch Blazing Saddles again.

She made a mental note to rent a handful of Mel Brooks films the next time she found a video store.

She frowned.

...In 2020. Riiiiiight.

It was nice to have small problems. The annoyances kept her from thinking about how she evaporated a coworker. But there were other questions.

Could she do it again?

Could she control it?

Could she trigger it on purpose?

Really, could she do it again?

That was the part that made her nervous. It was like eating for the first time, then finding out what it's like to be hungry. She didn't think she wanted to make a habit out of killing Mark LaGrange, but there was something about that moment, when she became this single-minded, literal conflagration, like distilled water brought to a boil and reacting all at once. She wanted that, over and over again until the world was out of ways to abuse her.

She pet Seebs with one hand and ate her way through a vending machine honey bun with the other.

The thing was, she wasn't ambiently mad. That was always the thing- she didn't carry around a vendetta, she didn't stew for too long, she didn't want revenge on a society that let her down. In the moment, mouth full of honey bun, watching a commercial for erectile dysfunction medicine while waiting for another standup special to start, she didn't have a bone to pick with anyone.

The incandescent, pressurized fury that had turned Mark LaGrange into a pile of thin black ash wasn't a spirit of vengeance possessing her for the sake of a momentary flash of justice. The universe didn't much care to write its own wrongs like that. What had she felt when she opened her mouth, and everything fell apart?

I was trying to apologize.

At around two in the morning, she wandered over to the sidewalk by the office and helped herself to a newspaper. The Eureka Star was surely the authority on all things local- and it was prudent to keep a positive cash flow. Y'know, if you ever need to cross the country overnight, change your name and address, and remain employable.

Ugh, employable. Always had to be worth something to someone.

She flipped through the obits and weather, nodding at this or that until she got to the personal ads. Even in a town with four or so hundred people, someone always needed something done.

Landscaping, furniture movers, security... might be nice to work outside for a change.

Line cook, custodian- great jobs that were greater if you were high. She was not. She was in the middle of her teens when Nancy Reagan started her "Just Say No" campaign- which hadn't put her off the prospect, but had made the cops even worse about it. She didn't need that kind of attention right now.

Three pages in, past "Wanted: Someone to go back in time with me" and a cluster of want-ads for houses in need of painting and odd-jobs needing doing, she found an entry that she had to re-read several times.

"Coyote del Rey in need of crowd control detail for one night event. Partial pay up-front. Call 728-1856 ask for Rubén."

Vague, but vague was good. Get a job nobody wants to talk about, and they'll throw the cops off your scent for the sake of burying whatever they're doing.

She circled the entry with a ballpoint pen and turned in for the night. Deciding that watching endless commercials for commemorative coins would rot Seebs's brain, she flipped over to the SciFi network to let Rod Serling's dulcet tones serenade them to sleep.

Ooh, Walking Distance. Wasn't Gig Young in Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia? The critics really ripped that one to shreds, but good pulp is good pulp...

Meandering thoughts like that bounced back and forth across the inside of her head until she drifted off. Tomorrow she would get in touch with Rubén, and after collecting, she'd get on the road again. Canada came to mind, but maybe Mexico. If you're fleeing, you want to flee across as many borders as you can, she reasoned.

She hadn't set an alarm. God knows she deserved to sleep in after all she'd been through. But sometime around 9am, when the east Nevada sun was comfortably up over the horizon, something banged against her door.

Oh no. Come on.

"Who's there?" She tried to sound dangerous, but she was hardly awake. She leaned against the door and peered through the peephole.

A beakish nose filled her fisheye field of vision for a moment, and when it pulled back she saw a short young man with black hair and a sullen, irritated expression.

"Housekeeping," he grunted. She opened the door a crack.

"Sorry, kid. I'm good for now."

"That's alright," he replied. "I didn't want to do it."

He shuffled along, and Dani chuckled as she locked up again. Must be the owner's kid on some kind of punishment detail. Pushing a mop to build character, maybe.

Sounded a little too familiar. She shook her head sympathetically and started the coffee maker.

"You remember Duck Soup, Seebs? Groucho Marx, probably, uh... early thirties? The mirror scene, the sidecar gags..." She poured herself a cup and sat on the edge of the bed.

"It's the sword of Damocles, y'know? Come sit on the throne and see if you like it- by the way, you could be skewered at any second."

Seebs rolled over onto his back, and Dani scratched his belly. She laughed as she watched him restrain himself, bicycling back feet stopping abruptly as soon as they made contact with her hand.

"If I can get a grip on this thing, I can stop being the one in the hot seat, and start being the sword. Anyone wanting my help, they'd be on their best behavior if they thought I might... y'know, hit 'em with the atomic breath."

She watched Seebs roll over, and scratched between his ears. "Is that emotional blackmail?" She took a deep drink and raised her eyebrows, looking into his amber eyes for a real answer.

Man, what isn't?

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[karinta-agogobell-unified]

Some of my favourite seiyuu and the roles I particularly love them in:

Park Romi (朴璐美): Padparadscha (Houseki no Kuni), Teresa (Claymore), Kiryuuin Ragyou (Kill La Kill)

Mitsuishi Kotono (三石琴乃): Katsuragi Misato (Neon Genesis Evangelion), Tsukino Usagi (Sailor Moon), Mireille Bouquet (Noir), Jean (Claymore), Rahab (The Ancient Magus’s Bride), Birdy Cephon Altera (Tetsuwan Birdy OVAs)

Sakamoto Maaya (坂本真綾): Kanzaki Hitomi (Vision of Escaflowne), Chikujouin Magane (Re:CREATORS), Echidna (Re:Zero), Lal’c Melk Mark (Diebuster), Ryougi Shiki (Kara no Kyoukai), Alphard (Canaan)

Sugita Tomokazu (杉田智和): Kyon (Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu), Izol (Maquia)

Sakakibara Yoshiko (榊原良子): Kushana (Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind), Nagumo Shinobu (Patlabor), Kayabuki Youko (Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex), Asahina Tomiko (Shinsekai Yori)

Sawashiro Miyuki (沢城みゆき): Canaan (Canaan), Mordred Pendrago (Fate/Apocrypha), Kanbaru Suruga (Bakemonogatari), Karanomori Shion (Psycho-Pass)

Kotobuki Minako (寿美菜子): Kotobuki Tsumugi (K-On!), Tanaka Asuka (Hibike! Euphonium), Amy Bartlett (Violet Evergarden Gaiden), Nanami Touko (Yagate Kimi ni Naru), Shunma Suruga (Re:CREATORS)

Tanaka Atsuko (田中敦子): Kusanagi Motoko (Ghost in the Shell), Medea (Fate/Stay Night)

Toyosaki Aki (豊崎愛生): Altair (Re:CREATORS), Hirasawa Yui (K-On!)

Yamadera Kouichi (山寺宏一): Kaji Ryouji (Neon Genesis Evangelion), Togusa (Ghost in the Shell)

Noto Mamiko (能登麻美子): Inkarmat (Golden Kamuy), Prospera Mercury (G-Witch, even though I haven’t finished it yet), Toudou Shimako (Maria-sama ga Miteru), Asōgi Rin (Rin: Daughters of Mnemosyne, even though I rather disliked this anime), Nakaizumi Youko (Rinne no Lagrange), Toudou Gin (A Place Further Than the Universe)

Ootsuka Akio (大塚明夫): Batou (Ghost in the Shell), Iskandar (Fate/Zero)

Furuya Tooru (古谷徹): Sakamoto Kousaku (Stop!! Hibari-kun!), Chiba Mamoru (Sailor Moon)

[nicole-the-hololynx]

what's your favorite sound chip? vrc7?

it's a close one!

I like FM Synth chips in general, as there's just something very lovely and punchy about their sound. There's a lot of them I enjoy a lot such as the VRC7 on the Famicom or the Mega Drive's YM2612, but my favorite of them all is the Yamaha YM2151, the sound chip included in the Sharp X68000 line of computers.

Akumajou Dracula here has one of my favorite chiptune soundtracks, and it's in no small part thanks to its masterful use of the YM2151! It manages to be both very moody and very intense when it needs to, fitting the game like a glove. The game has 3 alternate soundtracks (a CD one made for its PS1 port, as well as 2 different MIDI Synth versions) but none of them quite manage to match the original's flavor

A special shoutout goes to Gradius II, on the same system. I'm normally not a big fan of MIDI Synths, growing up with early Windows XP stuff means I tend to associate their sound with cheap games and low-quality software in general, but Gradius II on the X68000 manages to make it work. This one allows you to play its music using a mix of both a MIDI Synth and the internal YM2151, which can result in some truly breathtaking audio!

Funnily enough one of my LEAST favorite sound chips is an FM Synth as well, the Master System/Sega Mark III's FM Sound Unit. I've seen very few games that sound good with it. Even weirder when considering it's based on the same YM2413 sound chip used by Lagrange Point's VRC7 which I love so much! I guess a chip is only ever as good as its users...

[collageofnudes]

Jasmine Andreas (Zoi Gorman) by Mark Lagrange

part 2 / 2 (part 1)

[yatescountyhistorycenter]

A hand salute for a coat of arms

By Jonathan Monfiletto

The village of Dundee may be the only community in Yates County – and probably in all of the Finger Lakes region – that has its own coat of arms. The village received this honor from the Scottish city of the same name in 1973 when Dundee, Scotland marked its 300th anniversary and Dundee, New York celebrated its 125th anniversary.

In 1973, the Lord Provost of Dundee – an office similar to mayor – bestowed upon its daughter community the right and privilege of bearing the arms of its ancestor. The movement mimicked an occasion 300 years before, on July 30, 1673, when King Charles II awarded the Royal Burgh of Dundee a deed of proper arms for a fortified city loyal to the crown.

Similarly, the village of Dundee voted to accept this grant and make it effective July 30, 1973, with changes to the arms to fit the village’s location and character. As part of its celebration that year, the village used the arms in flags, plaques, and other decorations. A cluster of grapes against a shield replaces a pot of lilies in the same spot of the ancestor’s arms; a representation of a lake and fingers replaces a castellated helmet to symbolize a fortified town.

It might be time for Dundee to bring out its coat of arms again, as this year the village marks its 175th anniversary since its incorporation. The village was indeed named after the more widely known Dundee, Scotland, but the naming came in more of a roundabout way.

When the first settlers – Isaac Stark and two families named Houghtaling and Harpenduyck – arrived there in 1807, about 20 years after settlers first arrived on the shore of Seneca Lake in modern-day Yates County, the community took on the name Stark’s Mills because of the mill Stark built on Big Stream where it crosses present-day Main Street. The Harpenduyck name was anglicized to Harpending, and the settlement eventually became known as Harpending’s Corners. For many years, though, the settlement was not much more than a small road crossing and an obscure hamlet known for lumber and some general produce.

At the time, Harpending’s Corners was first part of the town of Wayne, originally named Frederickstown, and then part of the town of Reading when Reading was formed from Wayne. The town of Starkey, which includes the territory of the settlement, was formed from Reading in 1824 and added to Yates County a year after the county was established.

Harpending’s Corners – named for early settler Samuel Harpending and the Harpending House hotel he had built early on in the settlement – began to grow in the ensuing years, with the construction of stores, mills, and dwellings and soon outgrew Eddytown – the hamlet now known as Lakemont – which had been the seat of the township. As the settlement became a trading center, the community decided it needed a new name.

First, of course, a few other names were suggested before the current name was agreed upon. There were Plainville, Harpendale, LaGrange, Starkville, and many others. Plainville seemed to win out but was turned down when it was learned that another place in New York State had the same name (there appears to be a hamlet of Plainville near Baldwinsville in Onondaga County). Then along came James Gifford, a local singing teacher, who suggested the name of Dundee.

Gifford didn’t take the name directly from the Scottish city, though, but naturally – being a singing teacher – he took the name from a song. In 1545, Guillaume Franc wrote a famous hymn tune titled “Dundee,” apparently taking its name from the home city of the composer’s red-haired love interest. Interestingly, Gifford eventually moved west and played a similar role in a settlement in Illinois for which people were deciding upon a name. Once again, Gifford suggested Dundee, and once again the people chose that name.

Harpending’s Corners officially became Dundee in 1833, and its growth in population and prominence continued. Fifteen years later, the settlement formally became a village with the support of 250 voters. By that point, there were 75 places of business in the village, including nine drinking establishments in one form or another as well as five churches, two schools with 150 students, a one-horse stage, and daily mail distributed from the postmaster’s kitchen.

But they weren’t all days of wine and roses from the young village. Three years in a row brought three major fires to Dundee – in 1859, the east side of Main Street burned down; in 1860, the west side of the street was destroyed; and in 1861, a blaze started by arson took down 40 buildings and almost the entire village. It took almost six years for the village to recover from these conflagrations; in fact, it is said the Civil War went on with barely any notice from Dundee.

However, a road in the village was renamed Union Street to show the Dundee’s support for the cause. And, from that point on, Dundee continued to prosper throughout the remainder of the 19thcentury, with the establishment of further schools, banks, village newspapers, other businesses, and even railroads and with improvements in infrastructure such as streets and sidewalks.

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 1.25

1/25

Beer Birthdays

Robert Burns; Scottish poet (1759)

Dale Katechis (1969)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Etta James; singer (1938)

Dean Jones; actor (1931)

Mia Kirshner; actor (1975)

W. Somerset Maugham; writer (1874)

Virginia Woolf; writer (1882)

Famous Birthdays

Zoe Britton; porn actor (1979)

Wally Bunker; Baltimore Orioles P (1945)

William Colgate; toothpaste-maker (1783)

Andy Cox; musician (1956)

Mark "Super" Duper; Miami Dolphins WR (1959)

Carl Eller; Minnesota Vikings DE (1942)

Eusebio; Portugese footballer (1942)

Lou Groza; Cleveland Browns K, T (1924)

Tobe Hooper; film director (1943)

Antonio Carlos Jobim; Brazilian composer (1927)

Alicia Keys; pop singer (1981)

Joseph Louis Lagrange; mathematician, astronomer (1736)

John Leslie; porn actor (1945)

Dinah Manoff; actor (1958)

Don Maynard; New York Jets WR (1935)

Gloria Naylor; writer (1950)

Edwin Newman; journalist (1919)

George Pickett; Confederate general (1825)

Steve Prefontaine; runner (1951)

Morgan Russell; artist (1886)

Leigh Taylor-Young; actor (1945)

Patrick Willis; San Francisco 49ers LB (1985)

[eldritchxembers]

For: Any of Jucifer's Witch Muses | @hxesandruin Location: Loretta's Home Character: Loretta | biography

The back garden of Loretta LaGrange’s home breathed a quiet life, even in winter’s chilly grip. Hardy herbs and evergreen shrubs lined the narrow path, their muted greens and silvers defying the season's bleakness. The damp air carried the faint scent of rosemary and pine, mingling with the earthy undertone of turned soil. Despite the frost that clung to the edges of the stone walkway, the garden felt alive; a small miracle tucked away.

The door to the kitchen stood slightly ajar, as if it had been waiting for him, the warmth of the house spilling out in soft, inviting waves. From inside came the faint clatter of movement: ceramic against wood, the creak of a chair shifting under weight, but it was not Loretta who greeted him first.

A pale-furred opossum waddled forward, her steps slow and deliberate as it emerged from beneath a garden bench. Her bright, bead-like eyes studied him with intelligence, as though weighing his presence. The creature paused at the threshold of the door, waiting just long enough to ensure he followed before slipping inside.

The kitchen was cozy, but not crowded—its charm came from its lived-in warmth rather than its size. Jars of dried herbs and flowers hung in neat rows from the ceiling beams, their faint perfume mingling with the rich aroma of mulled cider warming on the stove. A plate of biscuits sat on the counter, next to small bowls of honey and preserves.

Loretta glanced up as he entered, a faint smile playing at her lips. She wore a shawl draped over her shoulders, the soft gray fabric catching the firelight from the hearth. Her fingers rested lightly on the edge of the table, though her gaze carried the same weight it always did, as if she saw past the veil of words and into the marrow of what mattered.

“So, you came.” Her voice was warm, unhurried. "Good. I had hoped you would."

She gestured to the chair across from her, the opossum climbing with quiet grace onto a padded stool near the stove, its tail curling like a question mark. “Sit. Eat if you’ve a mind to,” she said, nodding toward the plate of biscuits. “It’s a cold walk back through the garden, and you look like you could use a moment to catch your breath.”

Loretta’s smile deepened, though her tone turned curious, almost teasing. “You don’t strike me as a man who comes to another witch’s home lightly. So tell me, what’s drawn you here this fine, frosty day?”

[thestorieswesay]

Music Game

Go to your playlist and hit shuffle. List the first 10 songs and your favorite line(s) from each!

Scales on Scales, Thoushaltnot - "Yes, your throat was looking hungry and your throat was looking sweet/So I crept into the kitchen just to grab a bite to eat/And the lights were off and bloody and I caught you by surprise/And the murder weapon glimmered as it came home nice and sweet..."

Vertigo, Griff - "I thought that I could be the one to change you/I thought that I could be the one to prove/I'm used to fixing broken things before/I thought maybe I could fix you too/I wasn't asking for a lifetime/I was just asking you to take my hand/For just a minute or a night/Was it too much to ask?/You're scared of heights, that's vertigo/You wanted lights, go see a show/You ran away, that's touch and go/You're scared of love, well, aren't we all?/You felt alive, that's chemical/You felt secure, that's called a home/Couldn't take the heat, that's Mexico/You're scared of love, well, aren't we all?"

Vampire Smile, Kyla LaGrange - "Baby I need a friend/But I'm a vampire smile, you'll meet a sticky end/I'm here trying not to bite your neck/But it's beautiful and I'm gonna get/So drunk on you and kill your friends/You'll need me and we can be obsessed/And I can touch your hair and taste your skin/The ghosts won't matter cause we'll hide in sin..."

Unwritten Letter No. 1, Vienna Teng - "Everything reminds me/Wet grey gold-lit streets/Shop displays near-lovers meet/I feel the grasp of your hand still/This your face now in the glass/Breathing whisper what is this/Bent so close we nearly kiss/Although we never will..."

House of Jupiter, Casey Stratton - "Now I'm flashing back/I see your eyes when they were learning me/And the way you held your breath/When I was naming stars..."

If We Were Vampires, Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit - "If we were vampires and death was a joke/We'd go out on the sidewalk and smoke/And laugh at all the lovers and their plans/I wouldn't feel the need to hold your hand/It's knowing that this can't go on forever/Likely one of us will have to spend some days alone/Maybe we'll get forty years together/But one day I'll be gone or one day you'll be gone..."

Gasoline, Halsey - "'You can't wake up, this is not a dream/You're part of a machine, you are not a human being/With your face all made up, living on a screen/Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline'/Well my heart is gold, and my hands are cold..."

The Moon Will Sing, The Crane Wives - "All those empty rooms/We could have been anywhere, anywhere else/Instead I made a bed with apathy/My heart knew the weight/Ten years worth of dust and neglect/We made our peace with weariness/And let it be/The moon will sing a song for me/I loved you like the sun/Bore the shadows that you made/With no light of my own/I shine only with the light you gave me..."

Nobody Else Will Be There, The National - "Why are we still out here holding our coats?/We look like children/Goodbyes always take us half an hour/Can't we just go home?/Hey, baby, where were you back there/When I needed your help?/I thought that if I stuck my neck out/I'd get you out of your shell/My faith is sick and my skin is thin as ever/I need you alone/Goodbyes always take us half an hour/Can't we just go home?"

La Belle Fleur Sauvage, Lord Huron - "Once he's gazed upon her, a man is forever changed/The bravest men return with darkened hearts and phantom pain/Ages come and go but her life goes on the same/She lives to see the sun and feel the wind and drink the rain/Her colors change to mark the passing of the days/No Earthly sight can match the beauty she displays/And when I die I want her lying by my side/In my grave, in my grave/I'd give it all to love that girl..."

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