Friday, March 20, 2009

Bonus Fish Friday

Conspiracy Friday

Mr Tim Tutungis of Broome, Western Australia, has a revolutionary theory that Alexander the Great was buried in Broome 2,000 years ago.

Further, he suggests a cover-up and conspiracy to rival that in Roswell, 1947:

“Approximately 50 years ago, some guy went into a cave in Broome and he saw some inscriptions in there and they looked like ancient Greek.

“He reported it to the government, then the government went and saw it and they confirmed there were some inscriptions there.

“They went to the Greek community and they asked the community, ‘Is there anyone here who can read ancient Greek?’

“Naturally Louis Batalis put his hand up... So they took him up there and he defined the inscriptions as saying, in ancient Greek, ‘Alexander the Great’.

“The government did say to him at that time, ‘You didn’t see this, okay, this never happened’.”

One can easily see the government of the day would have wished to suppress this finding, say, to avoid culture shock, or something.

Mr Tutungis concludes:

“Nobody ever, ever suspected that Alexander could have died in Broome.”

So true! This discovery potentially could revolutionise scholarly study.

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Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Poetry

Grandma
(Based on my Grandma)

by Postulant Caitlin


I loved her so
And she loved me
She tied my bow
And called me bee

She was there
All the time
I knew she'd care
I'm her mime

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A (hi)story II...

Out of sight to the infantry's left, amid choking dust and battling elephants, the cavalry battle was both mismatched and a forgone conclusion. Within the swirling dust cloud men and horses engaged in a bloody and increasingly desperate close-quarters battle. Lances drove into faces, thighs and equine flanks as the cavalry sword, the kopis, clove at exposed limbs...

The breach, driven deep into the enemy phalanx, was quickly exploited by the native hypaspists and the other phalanx units as they drove in to the left and right, their rearward ranks butt-spiking those underfoot. The enemy phalanx, cohesion falling away, could not retreat as their rear ranks, the light infantry still loosing the odd missile from behind them, kept pushing forward. All now was butchery as phalangites, desperate to escape, discarded weapons and attempted to flee the carnage. Bodies piled on bodies in the rout as those not spitted by sarisae were eviscerated and hacked apart by swords. As the panic spread rearward and along the line, the enemy phalanx was put to incontinent flight...

Monday, March 16, 2009

Media tart of Devondale Farm

click to enlarge  —  imarges by jarcob

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Sunday, March 15, 2009

Best oneliner heard recently in a movie

click to enlarge  —  screencap by jacob

Railroad security professional, after throwing the film’s hero to the ground out of a boxcar and kicking the shit out of him:

“Show me your face... I never, ever, ever forget a face. If I see yours again, I won’t arrest you, I’ll kill you. This is the goddamn railroad, and we will do whatever we have to do to keep you freeloaders from violating our liability.”

N.B. I award this film Four Stars; however, cognisant of my own liability, I have to add that this in no way endorses the kind of recklessness manifested by the film’s flawed hero, Chris McCandless.

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