Posted on 10/08/2014 10:49:46 AM PDT by aardwolf46
All over the internet recently, sciFy vs. reality and a Mars satellite for petty cash:
That breaks the monopoly. Faced with the spectre of other nations publishing uncensored Mars images, NASA and JPL have started publishing some much more obvious images than they have in the past including a totally uncensored video (JPL) showing large-scale structure.
A few items...
JPL uncensored video showing large-scale structure:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=W7-4nSye4lM
Raw JPL video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ka08deWohpQ
Electrical device of some sort with helical coil wound around it
Device is on the left, about a third of the way down on the image
Raw image showing gear:
Raw NASA/JPL image:
Metallic container with handle
Raw image:
One final game-over category image
Facebook group dealing with Mars anomaly images:
https://www.facebook.com/groups/TheMarsReality/
Other resources:
http://marsanomalyresearch.com
http://whatsupinthesky.com
opps ... did I do a boo boo?
Nope. There’s no coal in your stocking, so I’d say you were a good boy!
uh oh ... someone has been talking to Santa? C-4? Ignited? Gee, just one more chance, please ....
Anti-Claus maybe possibly enslaved the scientists at the south pole, and forced them to convey him northward.
At the speed of a flailing scientist, it would take six months to swim to the north pole.
That’s why I would have used whales instead.
I really Love your tagline!
Flailing fear enhanced scientists would be much more amusing to Anti-Claus.
Some brave person asked if there was more to the Anti-Claus arc.
Well, for better or for much worse, here it is:
Why we make snowmen:
‘Twas the night before Christmas
And I lay in my bed
Visions of evil danced through my head
Snowmen with teeth filled me with dread
Flying snowmotrike to cart me off -dead.
Enough of the rhymes, I’ll tell it all straight, of the nightmare that night, and my visitor late.
I shivered in bed, with the most singularly disturbing dreams in which a snake charmer voiced Kringle clone visited me with most unpleasant servants in tow.
I shivered, I shrugged, I sighed, I rolled, and couldn’t get the vision to do as it was told.
From outside there was a peculiar sound, a blatting snowmotrike, and horrible gutteral noise.
I clutched my covers, wished it was a dream, then sat bolt upright when my neighbor did scream.
My door it did quiver, then opened with a bash, I fled to the window and wrapped in the sash.
In walked a strange looking creature, scraggly beard, and twirling the collar of a preacher!
(May my neighbor rest in peace..)
He went through my drawers, went through my wardrobe, went through my wallet, and came to the window...
His servants were terrible, they growled and moaned, their teeth clinked and tinkled, and shivered my bones.
I opened my eyes, and saw his smug face, and at me he pointed and pronounced there my fate.
“Eat him, my minions.”
Onward they came, slavering and growling, his voice had paralyzed me, to my family I could give no warning!
I struggled and shook, I let out a squeek, then the first snowman claw brushed against my cheek.
Their teeth were icicles, their eyes black as coal,and with them they stared at my soul.
As my vision filled with this image of dread, I blurted out for my life, and I plead:
“Wait! Spare my life, and I shall tell, of your wonderous flight and your creatures as well. I will spread the word to my neighbors and country, and we shall erect images of your creatures, as token of our previous folly.”
He grinned at me, knowing it to be a plea out of fear, but he considered it and said, “See you.. next year!”
Out my window he somersaulted and landed on his snowmotrike, which instantly blarted, the snowmen disassembled and leaped outside too, but as I sighed, one thing I noted.
For in the morning, as I convinced myself it was a dream, my neighbors house was empty it seemed.
And on my lawn was a singular sight, a snowman holding the preacher’s collar tight...
WHAT are you POSTING lately....
Darky’s just happy somebody found his purse in that picture of Mars up above.
I am the king of Drek writing.
And, unfortunately for me, that stuff is what resides in the deep recesses of my noggin.
Purse/
No, they found my missing ion cannon.
Gosh, Darks, as soon as it snow am building a snowman to keep them Kringle clone creatures away. This might even call for purchasing a snow making machine ....
Obviously it isn't original.
Normally I quote myself. As in: "It's easy to predict the future when you're making it happen."
First time have seen it Bob ... Thus to say straight up is an original (tagline) to me as are you! Still smoozin' for an Autograph book, I am!
Drek writing is like mud. You think it has no use, no purpose.
And then you discover something like adobe.
Sonovagun! Beneath the thick, cloying impedimenta, there is a malleable material you can sculpt and mold. Newspapers mold minds, they say.
With Drek, you can mine your own mind.
“With Drek, you can mine your own mind.”
Anti-personnel, anti-tank, or area effect?
Did you say whale?
Dreaded red x
mines shows the 0 with the slash ... It’s a sign from God!
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