Mellow fish and mislabeled tuna

The snow made the commute less than pleasant. Your possible mood:

But if you complained about this morning's drive, try to channel this Russian. He's either hungover beyond the ability to care, or his temperament is so rock solid that an enormous flaming streak across the sky does not rise to the level of things about which he could give a fig.

At least it's pretty outside. But wouldn't you like to ride in a subway heated by the fires of hell itself?

That's from the London Transport Museum, which has just put up 150 years' worth of posters.

Speaking of pretty:

APPS Expereal is a way to obsess over your emotional states. You assign numbers to your mood, and the program crunches the data to sum up your emotional temperature. You can add tags and pictures. This way, if you thought you were reasonably happy last week, and you really weren't, you can be reminded that you were miserable.

One hitch: Facebook's required. Goodbye! I have Facebook and I use Facebook, but there's no reason to require it to run a program. It's turning into the Mark of the Beast, it is.

Those last three words are a link in the original story, and may be today's winner for "things no one clicked, but actually caused them to back out of the page with a keyboard command lest their pointed inadvertently launch the link."

Well. I clicked on it, so you don't have to. Here's the explanation:

There you go. Literally. When I was a kid I remember cartoons of kids being forced to take castor oil, something that was dreaded and loathed.

At least it's not horsemeat. Yet.

AHOY Finally: someone's building a full-size Titanic replica.

Of course, the ship will have sufficient lifeboats - and that's the twist. It's not a replica if it has onboard internet. It's not a replica unless the third-class rooms look like this.

Four to a room with no bathroom or shower. It's not a replica unless the menu has things like Cold Leek Consumme and Poached Quail in Aspic or other dishes of the era. It's not a replica if there are lifeboats for everyone.

I think people may be surprised how small it seems, compared to today's vessels.

SCIENCE! No one wants to be unaware of the consequences of over-medicated perch. Don't worry. The Swede are on it:

Or not.

I'm not saying the drug might be overprescribed or handed out a bit too easily, but when the behavior of fish is altered because enough people are peeing metabolized residue, well, let's say a lot of people must be on the stuff. Perhaps we could do something about the zebra mussel by pumping Viagra into their breeding grounds. They couldn't swim. They'd just float around like decks of cards, tumbling and sinking.

That's it a column to write and a My Minnesota to do. But as long as we began with an animated GIF, here's one I found at Gliphy. Hope this is the absolute antithesis of the rest of your day.