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Musician and DJ Marc Rebillet is a master of improvisation, so when a dog wouldn’t stop barking during an NYC performance, he knew just what to do. He brought the noisy pooch forward and made him part of the show! After recording a few of the animal’s barks, he ingeniously worked them into his beat. Everyone loved how he turned an untimely interruption into a clever audience participation moment! One audience member caught some hilarious footage from the DJ’s NYC performance featuring a particularly vocal dog. In the clip, the owner was holding his pup up to the microphone so that Rebillet could record his barks. Honestly, the beat turned out pretty cool! @oneflight_away @marc rebillet love finding you throughout NYC! This was a very unique experience! Love your passion for the music Th dog was a solo artist lol #lol #music #dog #dogmusic #love #lovemusic #livemusic #nyc #nycmusic #marcrebilletvibes #outonthestreetsofnyc #findmarcbillet #marcrebilletlive #tiktokchallenge #tiktokart #music #bark #doggies #loveyourlife ♬ original sound – Oneflight_away “@Marc Rebillet love finding you throughout NYC!” wrote the user in their caption. “This was a very unique experience! Love your passion for the music. The dog was a solo artist lol.” Commenters thought the footage of the DJ inviting the dog to participate in his NYC street performance was way too funny. “If this was my dog I would never stop talking about this,” one person wrote. Another joked, “I’m telling my dog this was Coachella.” “Imagine how confused the dog was hearing it after,” added a third. Did you know that cute animals make every musical performance 100% better? Screengrab from TikTok This isn’t the first time we’ve seen a street performer bring in a four-legged musician. A viral Reddit video shows a band playing a song called “Learn to Meow” for a rapt audience. However, one of their members is not like the others — they’re a ginger cat! Much like the dog during the DJ’s performance in NYC, this cat also had to be held up to the microphone by a human. However, this kitty seemed to have learned their lines beforehand, because they were able to meow on cue! We can learn two very important lessons from Marc Rebillet’s performance featuring a four-legged friend. First of all, sometimes obstacles are just opportunities in disguise. Second, seeing animals singing into microphones is the cutest thing ever! You can find the source of this story’s featured image here. The post Barking Dog Steals The Show During DJ’s New York City Street Performance appeared first on InspireMore.

'... some of her friends are wanting revenge'

A young punk, recruited by a car repo agency, finds himself in pursuit of a Chevrolet Malibu with a huge, $20,000 bounty–and something otherworldly stashed in its trunk. Cast: 1984 memories A Friday night rental CONTINUE READING... The post 84 From ’84: Repo Man appeared first on The Retro Network.

If you missed the first part of The Widow in the Woods, you can find it here. Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Grace awoke with far too little sleep to the enthusiastic chirping of the birds. When she reluctantly opened her eyes, she saw that it was fully daylight. Stifling a groan, she sat up painfully to find that Lexie was already awake. “Good morning, sweet girl,” Grace greeted her. Lexie gave a small smile. She still hadn’t spoken a word, and Grace wasn’t about to push her. They communicated just fine. Grace said, “When I go off with Beth this morning, I don’t want you coming with me.” Lexie adamantly shook her head in protest, and Grace held up her hand to stop her. “Lexie, you have seen so much. Please let me spare you this. Please. Besides, it’ll help cover my absence if you’re making breakfast.” Lexie looked conflicted but finally nodded her agreement. When they made their way to the kitchen, Grace selected a sturdy walking cane from the stand in the hallway. She didn’t actually need a cane, but it would reinforce the belief that she was old and feeble. It could also be used as a weapon if worst came to worst, but she wasn’t very confident in her ability to swing it hard with just one hand. She couldn’t risk the sound of a gunshot though, so at least this would be something silent. Lexie and Grace shared a quick breakfast jam with toast, then went their separate ways. … When Beth woke up, she stretched like a cat. A small smile was on her lips as she thought about how she was going to double-cross the old lady. She’d take her treasure and weapons, then kill her. Then she’d leave and go someplace where she’d be more appreciated…more worshipped. While she wished she could go back to the house and kill everyone, she didn’t dare risk it. Even though Christopher wasn’t worthy of her love anymore, her survival skills overrode her urge for instant justice. He would be just as likely to kill her. And she knew how sadistic he was – he’d enjoy doing it. She deserved adulation, not to be cast aside by the likes of Christopher Hill. They could have been so much together. One day, she assuaged herself, she’d find him, and she would have her revenge then. She was confident it would happen. Beth dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt, then ran a brush through her red hair and quickly put it into a braid. Then, she began loading her backpack with the few possessions she’d managed to keep since the world turned upside down. … By the time Beth made her way out to the garden, Grace had been weeding for the better part of an hour. She was lost in the pleasant sensation of having her hands in the dirt, when she heard footsteps behind her. Beth had fixed a soft, vulnerable look on her face, but it was impossible for her to hide the calculating coldness in her eyes. Grace pretended to ignore it. Beth had arrived with a backpack stuffed full of her belongings and had a water canteen slung around her neck. She was ready to leave. Grace looked around to be sure they weren’t being watched, then picked up her cane and hobbled off after a “come with me” gesture. She led Beth to the place where branches covered the path to the old root cellar. After pushing the branches out of the way, the women climbed up the same path that she and Lexie had traversed before. Once they were out of earshot of the house, she told Beth, “First, I’m going to take you to my savings, then I’ll take you to where I have some guns and ammunition stashed.” “What kind of savings is it?” Beth asked casually. “Gold and silver coins, some jewelry that I hid when things went bad. I’m going to give you part of the coins, but the jewelry is sentimental, you understand.” “Of course,” Beth agreed with a false smile. “I wouldn’t dream of taking your sentimental items.” Slowly, Grace picked her way up the path she had traversed hundreds of times. It was essential to her plan that Beth be confident Grace was weak and infirm. When they finally arrived at the root cellar doors, Grace leaned against the wall and let Beth slide the bolt to open them. Grace reached in and got the flashlight, turning it on to illuminate the room. “What’s that smell?” asked Beth, wrinkling her nose in distaste. “It’s just some chemicals I put in to keep the rodents away,” Grace fabricated the lie. Beth was a city girl, not a farm girl, and she had underestimated her opponent, so she took Grace at her word. “I need to rest for a minute,” Grace panted, leaning heavily on her cane. “The gold and silver are in the trunk behind those shelves. Unlatch it and look under the straw. It’s at the very bottom. You can have half of the silver and the gold. Then we’ll go get you a weapon.” Beth thought about attacking the old lady right away, but she really needed a weapon. The instant she got it, she thought, she’d end that old woman with one to the head. She hurried to the back, intent on securing her treasure. She opened the trunk and began pawing through the straw, oblivious to anything but the precious items that awaited her. Grace pushed over the first bucket that she had propped up on a wooden block for ease, letting the bleach stream onto the floor. Then she knocked over the second one, which was filled with ammonia. The odor of the combination of fluids began to fill the shipping container. Grace coughed and quickly slipped out the door before she was overcome and before Beth noticed. She had quietly closed the doors, glad she had oiled them. By the time the fumes fully reached the back of the container where Beth was, Grace had slid the bolt home that locked the container from the outside and waited. She didn’t have to wait long. Beth began banging on the door, coughing relentlessly, pounding furiously. “Let me out, you old hag!” she raged. “You bitch! I’ll kill you!” Grace was thankful they were far enough away from the house that only she could hear Beth’s cries. The woman unleashed wave after wave of profanity between coughs and gasps, her voice becoming increasingly raspy, until finally she could curse and swear no more. It was so strange, Grace mused, to be standing in the beautiful forest, the sun streaming through the trees like it was a place of magic where you might catch a glimpse of dancing fairies, the birds chirping happily, while something so horrifying was happening simultaneously. Finally, the coughing had ceased. It took longer than Grace had expected, and even though she had despised Beth, listening to someone die from chloramine gas would truly haunt her for a long time to come. The grim act was totally at odds with Grace’s perception of herself as a healer. But it was the only way she could save Lexie. And she was just getting started. When all had been quiet for a while, Grace solemnly made her way back down the steep path and slipped into the gated garden for a few ingredients. … When Grace emerged, pockets stuffed, she found that Jon was helping Rick to the outhouse. The teenager looked like he might have overestimated his capabilities in walking that far, but he appeared determined to get there. She nodded a greeting and entered the house. Lexie was in the hallway, studying the embroidered samplers. She looked at Grace with questions in her eyes. Grace nodded. “It’s done,” she whispered as she brushed past the girl to go to the kitchen. Lexie followed closely on her heels. Grace pulled the bottle marked “Solanacae” off the shelf, then her mortar and pestle. Smooth black berries were plucked from their stems, and she held the bowl still by pinning it between her injured arm and her stomach. As she crushed the new berries, Lexie watched with interest. Next, Grace added some raspberries from the edible garden and combined the two. Topping the bottle with a funnel, she asked Lexie to scrape the contents of the bowl into the bottle using a metal spoon. Next, Grace filled the jar all the way to the top with honey. It had the appearance of a fruity syrup and would taste just as sweet. She would let it sit for one more day. Meanwhile, she needed to make sure Rick continued to give the appearance of improvement.  She took some sweetened coca leaves and laudanum tea with her as she went to check on his apparent progress. The sida tincture she had given him had slowed the infection enough that he would look like he had improved. If she continued to give him that treatment, he would, in fact, recover. But she wasn’t practicing medicine these days. Grace had to use her knowledge for different purposes if she and Lexie were to survive. … Afterward, Lexie returned to the hallway, searching for the berries. She found them on a black sampler. The sampler had dark berries, purple flowers, red berries, and bees buzzing around them. She was certain that this was what Grace had just made and that she was about to find out what the black samplers meant. About Daisy Daisy Luther is a coffee-swigging, adventure-seeking, globe-trotting blogger. She is the founder and publisher of three websites.  1) The Organic Prepper, which is about current events, preparedness, self-reliance, and the pursuit of liberty; 2)  The Frugalite, a website with thrifty tips and solutions to help people get a handle on their personal finances without feeling deprived; and 3) PreppersDailyNews.com, an aggregate site where you can find links to all the most important news for those who wish to be prepared. Her work is widely republished across alternative media and she has appeared in many interviews. Daisy is the best-selling author of 5 traditionally published books, 12 self-published books, and runs a small digital publishing company with PDF guides, printables, and courses at SelfRelianceand Survival.com You can find her on Facebook, Pinterest, Gab, MeWe, Parler, Instagram, and Twitter. The post The Widow in the Woods: Part 10 appeared first on The Organic Prepper.

Astronauts who make the round-trip to Mars may be rewarded with a unique badge of honor in the form of “cosmic kidney disease”, which is a hell of a lot less fun than it sounds. According to new research, the conditions experienced by interplanetary travelers can radically alter the structure and function on the kidneys, with prolonged exposure to microgravity and space radiation producing irreversible damage to this vital organ.“To put it in perspective, one year in the space station is equivalent to the same dose of radiation that a nuclear power plant worker is allowed safely in five years,” study author Dr Keith Siew told IFLScience. Even on the ISS, however, astronauts remain in Low Earth orbit (LEO) and therefore continue to receive protection from the Earth’s magnetic field against galactic cosmic radiation (GCR).So far, the only humans to ever be fully exposed to GCR are the 24 individuals who traveled to the Moon as part of the Apollo missions, yet these return trips never lasted more than 12 days. In contrast, a visit to Mars is likely to require several years in deep space, which adds up to an awful lot more radiation.“On deep space missions, no one's even considered the kidney might be damaged by the radiation, despite it being among the most radiosensitive organs,” says Siew.In their study, the researchers analyzed renal function and biomarkers from 66 astronauts and examined the kidneys of rodents that had traveled to the ISS. They also conducted a number of experiments designed to mimic the effects of long-distance space travel, bombarding mice and rats with the equivalent dose of radiation that an astronaut would receive on a multi-year trip to Mars.Results revealed significant “remodeling” of the kidney after less than a month in space, with a key component known as the distal convoluted tubule becoming shorter as a result of microgravity and radiation. This, in turn, results in “progressive and irreversible” loss of kidney function, although exactly what impact this would have on a mission to Mars remains unclear.“The kidney is a late responding organ, so you don't see anything wrong until much later. You can lose 75 percent of function before you really start to see proper symptoms and decline,” says Siew. As a result, astronauts may “feel perfectly normal” throughout a mission, only to experience catastrophic kidney failure after returning to Earth. “It's like having high blood pressure and your heart's getting damaged, and then one day you have a heart attack,” explains Siew.As terrible as this sounds for the human in the space suit, if the effects are delayed for long enough then it might not harm the mission itself. Of more pressing concern, however, are kidney stones, which are up to 14 times more common during spaceflight than they are on Earth and can put astronauts out of action at critical moments.Until now, the increased risk of kidney stones in space had largely been attributed to bone demineralization as a result of microgravity, yet the researchers’ metabolic analyses suggest that loss of kidney function may also be partly to blame. “You can't solve this problem by just trying to fix the bones. You have to look at fixing the kidney as well,” says Siew.Despite the seriousness of these findings, the researchers stress that their models may not accurately represent the effects of spaceflight, as they blasted their rodents with up to two-and-a-half years’ worth of GCR in short bursts of just 45 minutes. Whether or not the impact of this acute exposure matches up to the chronic exposure faced by interplanetary travelers remains unclear. “There's a real possibility that what we're seeing is effects of acute radiation that you wouldn't really be exposed to,” explains Siew. “So what we're looking at may actually be less harmful than what really will happen. Or it could be we’re overestimating the damage,” he says, adding that prolonged exposure to lower doses may be like “death by a thousand paper cuts.”Commenting on these findings in a statement, senior study author Professor Stephen B. Walsh said that “if you’re planning a space mission, kidneys really matter. You can’t protect them from galactic radiation using shielding, but as we learn more about renal biology it may be possible to develop technological or pharmaceutical measures to facilitate extended space travel.”“Any drugs developed for astronauts may also be beneficial here on Earth, for example by enabling cancer patients’ kidneys to tolerate higher doses of radiotherapy, the kidneys being one of the limiting factors in this regard.”The study has been published in the journal Nature Communications.

There’s something deliciously creamy about the band of stars that streaks across the night sky. Perhaps that’s why so many chocolate bars are named after celestial objects (I’m thinking Mars, Galaxy and Milky Way), although the story of how our spiraling home got its name actually has nothing to do with confectionery.The tale does involve a booby, though. And what a booby it is, belonging to none other than the goddess Hera, wife (and, err… sister) of Zeus, the big boss of the Ancient Greek pantheon. According to mythology, Hera was breastfeeding Zeus’s half-mortal son Heracles when she abruptly withdrew her nipple, spraying her milk and leaving a spectacular white streak smeared across the night sky. Inspired by this account, the Greeks invented the term galaxias, which has its root in the word ‘gala’, meaning milk.In later years, the Romans adapted this to ‘Via Galactica’, which translates as Milky Way. The modern English term ‘lactic’ - denoting anything related to milk - is therefore derived from ‘galactic’, implying that the white stuff is in fact heavenly in origin.Of course, not every culture subscribes to the same mythology, and our galaxy has gone by many different names since humans first began gazing upwards at night. The ancient Egyptians, for instance, envisioned the Milky Way as a goddess named Nut, who shielded the Earth from a watery abyss.The Lakota name for the Milky Way, meanwhile, is Wanái Thacháku, meaning Spirits’ Road, while some Baltic cultures use the term ‘Birds’ Path’ in reference to the fact that the galaxy’s north-south orientation at certain times of year mirrors the route taken by migratory birds.In Quechua, the galaxy is envisioned as a sacred river called Mayu, while the Chinese name translates as ‘Silver River’. So if you’re in the chocolate-making business and looking for a name for your bar, you may have just found it.