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
Polydactylic. My uncle breeds them, although that’s not one of his.
Do they not have Uber where you are?
Sorry, Obama beat you to it.
So sorry, I just couldn’t resist that one.
Joey suddenly realized he was awake. His first thought was how his precious Fluffy wouldn’t be at the foot of his bed because Fluffy was no more. Every morning since the accident he had awakened with a lump in his throat. Only it was still dark out.
He was ready to go back to sleep when he heard it again. It sure sounded like fluffy below his window.
“But ... Fluffy’s dead,” he said to himself.
He tried to put his pillow over his head but he couldn’t completely muffle the sound. He knew his cat. He knew that was his cat. He couldn’t ignore her plantive plea to be let in to sleep in her spot.
Sure that he was making a mistake, but even more sure that he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to, he made his way thorugh the darkness to the kitchen door. He opened it and looked out into the night. “Fluffy?” he asked hesitantly. He could only see a dark shape with two brightly glowing eyes.
Just as he noticed the eyes were glowing red, not white, the ball of black and white fur launched itself at his face.
Yes I did live across the river from Queen City. The climate ate me alive so I only stayed until I could get out of there.
They do, just now, but there is an injunction against them. Cab drivers got a bit upset, ya know....
Well, when you get the cab drivers under control, sign up to be a driver. Then you can afford to drive and listen to your music.
Driving would imply that I was always available, but unfortunately, that’s not the case. I was forced to quit my job because of illness, and I’m totally unreliable, even now, almost 20 years later.
But thanks for the suggestion! ;o]
I hate when that happens.
I’m going to make pumpkin cookies for my company this afternoon. Then I’m going to spend the rest of the morning between FR and crocheting.
I’ve sorted through the papers I need for my recertification appointment Monday, and hope I will have time to make copies...providing I get ink. It will cut into my food budget, but I can’t even pay my bills without printing out the budget.
My bad. My brain. My bad brain.
Yesterday while I was sorting all the stuff that needs to be scanned, I thought I could get a stool and put it by the printer so I can sit and scan. Walmart has them for about $15, I think, so I will try to fit that in.
Could you sit on a box of books? We got pumpkins at Terry Simpsons. Sally and the byos are going to attempt to carve them.
No, they have a program that treats you like a freelance contractor. When you decide you want to drive you sign into the app and see who’s in your area looking for rides.
No boxes of books. The crates are not suitable for sitting on, and most have not survived storage. As I was waiting for the mail, I realized I will have to place the printer on something as tall as the desk top so I can access the computer while scanning. The printer doesn’t have separate buttons for that, and I need to be able to reach the computer.
I will figure it out, sooner or later. I hope it’s sooner, as I really need to get started. I have so many photos that need to be preserved.
Ah. I see. Even that’s iffy. It’s a long and sordid story.
I believe you’ve told part of it here, although I don’t know much about sordering so I didn’t follow everything.
I finally discovered that, when it comes down to it, there’s only one thing that matters.
Unfortunately, I’ve forgotten what that is.
I’ve told the parts that were easy to tell. A lot of it requires a strong constitution and a weak mind. Or no feelings whatsoever.
The only person that really knows the most is Tax-chick. And she only knows because some days, I really need someone to talk to.
If you’re curious, I can tell you on the back channel.
Why does the congenial, delicious aid(e) bring Berry to mind?
Ninja has thumbs, too!
My Fluffy is blonde and white, and still purring.
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