turpitude

turpitude noun [tur-pi-tood]

vile, shameful, or base character; depravity

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I knew of this word and have seen/heard it used most often in the phrase "moral turpitude". I haven't thought of it or heard it used in a long time, but from now on I'll think of it when I see a certain someone:

Looks like I'll think of it a LOT over the next four/five years. Gag.

Heaven help us all.

Can You Name the Movie?

Using only a one-word clue?

I took the quiz and didn't do all that well, surprising me because I consider myself pretty good at movie trivia.  I think my biggest problem was being aware of the ticking clock and thinking that the more time I took, the worse my score.  That's not the case, so take all the time you need.

That said, there was no way I was going to get them all correct, but there were a few movies I couldn't remember that I should have.  Also, I misspelled a couple and it won't accept the answer.

Name the Movie With Only One Clue

Block the Kitty

Easy to play: Click on the circles to darken and block the kitty's path to the outside.

Me? I'd let him go; otherwise you might wind up steppin' in sumpthin'.

Seriously, a fun game.

Play it!

I'm sure there's a trick to the game, but I'm not so good with spatial relationship-type problems. I have beaten it twice in about ten games.

If It's a Long Way

On a trip in the back seat of a mini-van, then just sing some AC/DC a cappella.

What Kind of Cheesecake Are You?

You Are a Key Lime Cheesecake

Unconventional and quirky, you live to shock people. You see the world in very weird ways.  Sometimes you even surprise yourself!

What Kind of Cheesecake Are You?

The Cancer of Democracy

Bread and Circuses is the cancer of democracy, the fatal disease for which there is no cure. Democracy often works beautifully at first. But once a state extends the franchise to every warm body, be he producer or parasite, that day marks the beginning of the end of the state. For when the plebs discover that they can vote themselves bread and circuses without limit and that the productive members of the body politic cannot stop them, they will do so, until the state bleeds to death, or in its weakened condition the state succumbs to an invader--the barbarians enter Rome.

— Lazarus Long, in Robert Heinlein's To Sail Beyond the Sunset

(Note: To anyone who wants to nitpick - yes, I know that's from the cover of a paperback edition of Time Enough For Love, but it IS a depiction of Lazarus Long, so just stow it before you whine, all right?)