Mars Johnson

[Mars Johnson @MarsJohnson1]

@LolaThorne4 Halloween is just around the corner!! 😂🤣

[Anilu @ochoa_anamaria]

Don't show this to a CAT MOM 🤭😂🤣

[Mars Johnson @MarsJohnson1]

@Arorat2 @LolaThorne4 @GrandCunck I love that one too!! 🤩

[Mars Johnson @MarsJohnson1]

You know I love a great cover 😍🤘 @LolaThorne4 @GrandCunck

[𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗠𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰 ✨🎵 @Hoang_HQ]

There are rare moments when genre stops mattering.

Metallica wrote Nothing Else Matters as a heavy metal ballad — raw, dark, and defiant. MOZART HEROES take that same song and leave it with almost nothing: one cello, one acoustic guitar.

That is exactly why it works.

Without distortion, without a wall of amps, without drums, the arrangement has nowhere to hide. What remains is the composition itself. The cello becomes the voice. It carries Hetfield’s melody, but also the low end, turning grit into something deeper and more human. The guitar does not compete. It holds the ground — precise rhythm, clean arpeggios, just enough space for the cello to speak.

A great melody does not need armor. Play it loud or play it bare, and it still stands.

In a culture addicted to noise and overproduction, this version feels almost radical. Two instruments. No excess. Just the song, finally heard for what it always was.

That is why it still lasts.

[West Virginia Football @WVUfootball]

Something to 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚

[ちゃんメガネ @thx_sorry_whatF]

突然こういうのが流れてくるからツイッターやめられないのよ🤘🤘

[Fallout @Fallout]

Fallout x Stern Pinball 👍

[Mars Johnson @MarsJohnson1]

@GrandCunck 😳🤯... wha... wha... might as well just put money in the sink and light it on fire! 🤦‍♂️ 🔥

[Matt Van Swol @mattvanswol]

In 1988 Dolly Parton pulled every 7th and 8th grader in Sevier County into a room and told them to pick a buddy.

She made them sign a contract.. if BOTH graduate, she hands you both $500. One fails, nobody gets paid.

The county dropout rate went from 35% to 6%.

She handed out the checks herself.

In 1989 she offered $500 to every kid in the county who wanted to go to the local college.

When Gatlinburg burned in 2016, she sent 900 families $1,000 a month for six months.

You've probably heard that part.

Here's the part you haven't:

The fund raised more than expected, so she showed up in May and handed every one of those families another $5,000 on top.

Then she quietly put $3 million into the recovery group that handles the years after the news trucks leave.

She built her county an entire hospital.

She played a benefit concert in 2007, Dollywood and the Stampede matched it, and LeConte Medical Center opened in 2010 with a birthing unit and a women's center in it.

In 2022 she started covering 100% of tuition, books, and fees for Dollywood employees.

Full-time, part-time, AND seasonal.

In 1991 she paid for a bald eagle sanctuary because the birds couldn't be released back into the wild, no press release.

And when Hurricane Helene came through here in Western North Carolina, she wrote a personal check for $1 million and her companies matched it.

She didn't owe North Carolina anything, but she helped us anyway.

She started the Imagination Library because her daddy couldn't read or write. Before he passed, he told her it was the most important thing she ever did.

Rest in Peace, Dolly 🇺🇸

[Hacking Articles @hackinarticles]

Pic of the Day

#infosec #cybersecurity #cybersecuritytips #pentesting #cybersecurityawareness

[Hacking Articles @hackinarticles]

Pic of the Day

#infosec #cybersecurity #cybersecuritytips #pentesting #cybersecurityawareness

[Mars Johnson @MarsJohnson1]

@LolaThorne4 You are welcome! You know I am a sucker for your outdoor stuff!! 😈🥵

[Mars Johnson @MarsJohnson1]

@GrandCunck @LolaThorne4 I agree... it didn't need any horns! 😠🤬

[Mars Johnson @MarsJohnson1]

😳... did NOT expect that!! 🤣🤣

[Mars Johnson @MarsJohnson1]

@GrandCunck @LolaThorne4 🤣🤣... we've all been there!!

[Mars Johnson @MarsJohnson1]

@GrandCunck Yep... definitely when it comes to my Mars bar... 😳🤣🤣

[Bexxy @Bexxy__19]

UPDATE ON GERALD AND THE CROW SITUATION:

Things have escalated.

I repeat.

THINGS HAVE FUCKING ESCALATED.

For those of you just joining us, yesterday I accidentally entered into diplomatic relations with a gang of crows after Gerald stole my good spoon.

Well.

This morning I walked outside and Gerald was waiting for me.

Alone.

Standing directly in the middle of my driveway.

No screaming.

No hopping around.

Just staring at me like a tiny feathered loan shark who had come to collect.

I said, “Morning, Gerald.”

He tilted his head.

I gave him a walnut.

He did not eat it.

Instead, this motherfucker picked it up, walked three steps to the left, PUT IT DOWN, and stared at me again.

Message received.

The offering was insufficient.

So I went back inside and got more walnuts.

When I returned…

THERE WERE NINE CROWS.

Nine.

Yesterday there were seven.

Gerald is fucking recruiting.

And they were arranged in a SEMICIRCLE.

This isn’t a bird friendship anymore.

I’m funding organized crime.

I distributed the walnuts because apparently I pay protection money now.

Everything seemed fine until one of the smaller crows tried taking two.

Gerald immediately screamed at him.

The little one dropped the second walnut.

I have accidentally created an economy.

Gerald controls distribution.

There’s a hierarchy.

There are consequences.

I’m pretty sure I witnessed a disciplinary hearing before breakfast.

Then Gerald flew away.

I thought we were done.

WE WERE NOT DONE.

Twenty minutes later I looked outside and there was something sitting where Gerald had been standing.

A bottle cap.

A shiny rock.

And…

MY FUCKING SPOON.

HE RETURNED THE SPOON.

Ladies and gentlemen.

I believe we have successfully negotiated a trade agreement.

Unfortunately, there is now a crow sitting on my mailbox.

So I still cannot get my fucking mail.

I tried approaching.

He puffed up.

I backed away.

That mailbox belongs to the organization now.

At this point I’m just a tenant.

Anyway, Gerald has officially been promoted to General Gerald, Commander of the Driveway, First of His Name, Keeper of the Good Spoon, Lord of the Power Line, Collector of Walnuts, and Regional Manager of Whatever The Fuck Is Happening Here.

I’ll keep everyone updated.

But if I suddenly stop posting…

Gerald found out I told you.

[Bexxy @Bexxy__19]

I went outside today with ONE objective.

Get the mail.

That’s it.

A normal adult activity that should take approximately 45 seconds.

Unfortunately, I saw a crow.

And the crow saw me.

Now, I don’t know what came over me, but I nodded at him.

He nodded back.

So obviously we’re colleagues now.

I said, “What’s up, fucker?”

He screamed.

I screamed back.

This was apparently the password.

Because ANOTHER crow showed up.

Then another.

Within two minutes I had accidentally assembled a small airborne council in my driveway.

My neighbor walked outside and asked what I was doing.

I said, “Diplomacy.”

She went back inside.

Smart woman.

Anyway, I decided my new associates deserved snacks, so I went inside and came back with peanuts.

This is where negotiations deteriorated.

One crow took a peanut.

One crow stole THREE.

And Gerald—

I named the biggest one Gerald—

Gerald ignored the peanuts entirely and stole a fucking spoon off my porch.

Why was there a spoon on my porch?

Irrelevant.

Gerald has it now.

That’s between him and God.

I tried following him because THAT WAS A GOOD SPOON.

This resulted in me barefoot, halfway across the yard, yelling,

“GERALD YOU THIEVING SKY BASTARD, WE HAD AN AGREEMENT.”

That’s when I noticed a little kid across the street staring at me.

I stared back.

He stared at the crows.

Then back at me.

I whispered, “They’ve chosen me.”

His mother immediately called him inside.

Anyway.

I never got the mail.

Gerald has my spoon.

There are now seven crows sitting on the power line outside my house.

And one of them just dropped a bottle cap on my driveway.

So either I’ve been accepted into their society…

or they’re paying me.

I don’t know.

But tomorrow I’m giving them walnuts and assigning ranks.

Gerald is already on thin fucking ice.

[Mars Johnson @MarsJohnson1]

@GrandCunck 🤣🤣

[Mars Johnson @MarsJohnson1]

😳... a very accurate answer! 🤣🤣

[Mars Johnson @MarsJohnson1]

@LolaThorne4 I know, right? He's such a street cat!! 🤣🤣

[Mars Johnson @MarsJohnson1]

@LolaThorne4 ... I didn't know taught them to ride a motorcycle... 🤣🤣