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I happened to see something sitting on the desk at one of my welders last time I was there that I thought you guys might find sort of interesting. My vendor didn't know exactly what it was - he thought it was for cooling - but he said I could take photos of it if I wanted to. (He thought I was nuts. Of course, he helped me make the aluminum cowling for the Star Wars Mirror, so he already is used to this facet of my personality.) At any rate, here for your viewing pleasure:

No doubt inspired by the movie:

So I take it no one wants to do this (as predicted here). Alas. If not, I'm putting Night of the Lepus a few slots down on my NF list. As bad as it sounds, there are other movies I want to see first. I just wish that MST3K had taken this one on. That would be like getting two tickets for the price of one.

No, no, he said they were caught chewing through the ropes that were caulking the hulls, not that they were caulking the hulls. (I thought it was quite clever, actually. Good one, Mr. eye!)

"I would like to direct this to the distinguished members of the panel: You lousy cork-soakers. You have violated my farging rights. Dis somanumbatching country was founded so that the liberties of common patriotic citizens like me could not be taken away by a bunch of fargin iceholes... like yourselves. " -Roman Moroni

This moderator kitty doesn't have any opinion at all. I just thought the Sam & Max cartoon was a funny commentary. Continue posting them if you like.

Actually, evidence doesn't support this. Rabbits, sometimes called "conys" oir "coneys" are considered good luck on a ship, especially when you've run out of food.

This is SO not going to work, but I'll propose it anyhow. I just found out about a really crappy horror movie from the 70s called Night of the Lepus. Just how this artistic creation has escaped my notice thus far is an absolute mystery! As Netflix explains it, "Fed up with the bunnies hopping across their land, a group of ranchers (including Janet Leigh and DeForest Kelley) attempts to stunt the rabbits' growth with the aid of a cooked-up hormone. But instead of shrinking the bunny population, it only makes the animals larger -- 150 pounds larger, to be exact -- with a newfound appetite for human flesh. Are the ranchers any match for the rabid rabbits' reproductive skills?" Shocking...positively shocking. But how can you beat this? You have all the key elements! Giant fluffy white scary creatures? Check. Science being abused and causing nature to retaliate? Check. Flesh-eating rabbits? Check. The director of that great TV show Little House Oh So Dreary? Check. Bad 70s production values? Check. "Bones" McCoy? Check. So this movie is a cinch for the Random Rabbits thread. So here's the plan that isn't going to work: Let's everyone who is a supporter of the Random Rabbits thread (both of you) agree to watch this obviously important flick in the next week or so and report back on your experience. For the squeamish, I understand the blood is so badly done that you can see the chunks of pureed tomatoes in it. So you can't afford to miss this. As the top reviewer on Netflix says, "...there's nothing to quite match shots of "giant" bunnies hopping down models of streets or the close-ups of their giant "bloodied" front teeth. Executed with all the mediocrity you might hope for. If you enjoyed Attack of the Killer Shrews you owe it to yourself to see this." And who didn't enjoy Attack of the Killer Shrews? I mean to say... Sign up for this on-line project...if you dare.

Let me guess...you used the web cam included with that laptop to take those pictures. (It's a good thing you have Grace around to take photos for you Dutch.)

I came across an actual period ghost story in Abraham Crowley's journal Crowley's Voyage Round the Globe as included in William Hacke's A collection of original voyages (1699) that I wanted to reprint when I found this thread. And now I've found it, so... “[1686]But it is strangely observable, that whilst they were loading their Guns, they heard a voice in the Sea, crying out, Come help, come help, a Man over Board, which made them forthwith bring their Ship to, __ thinking to take him up, but hearing no more of him. Then they came on Board of us to see if we had a Man wanting, for upon strict examination we found that in all the three Ships we had our Complement of Men, which made them all to conjecture, that it was the Spirit of some Man that had been drowned in that Latitude.” (Crowley, p. 40-1)

I record the things I find humorous in my Surgeon's Journals, but... Mine is probably hearing Stynky's voice mail message from PiP 2007. (Of course I didn't have my phone as it's not PC, so I didn't hear it until I got home as I recall...) I still have it - I keep re-saving it on my phone. You can read the transcript on this page - unfortunately it doesn't include the hilarious intonation. (See me at PiP this year and I'll play it for you.)

This was posted in the Crow's Nest a few weeks ago when I stumbled across it. So I had it transferred here where the scholars of Twill might find cause to comment on it.

Fair is fair if it was, sir, and no hard feeling from me. I'll just ask if it's OK to remake it later in a place more suitable for warfare. Each mod controls what's in their forum. Give some time to find out what's happened to it before taking any drastic action like remaking it. (If you remake it in here, you have to remake it as a G-rated insult thread, not a rant thread. We actually have several threads oriented towards ranting and other whining behaviors in Beyond already. (YOU can search them out if you like, because I don't miss 'em. )) I was sort of enjoying the G-rated insult thread, though.

Was the Insults & Banter thread deleted? Hmm. Let me look into that.

I think Quartermaster James is my most favoritist overlooked until now poster around here. (Interesting article you link to there. The guy has sort of co-opted several facts I would argue with, but I admire the intention.)

In between thinking about the Mexican word for 'open' (which sounds cool) and Holst's Jupiter, the Bringer of Jollity a random thought occurred to me about anarchy. I think we are eventually going to get a huge slug of anarchy in order to counteract a century of e encroachment on freedom in this country if we are ever to return to such freedom. (And it will be really ugly. Kind of like the current correction to over a decade of inflated housing prices.) Everyone suffers initially when it's time for the game to be reset, but it appears to be a necessary condition to on-going progress. We never seem to be able to manage things as well as we believe we can. However, if you follow anarchy through to it's logical conclusion - at least where humans and society are concerned - it never truly results in chaos. In fact, it flaunts the concept of entropy - which is that nature tends to move from order to disorder. (Arguably, you could predict that the ultimate result of the system that is humanity will be disorder - or, more likely, extinction following disorder. Curiously, extinction in this case is the ultimate order.) While anarchy among humans starts out with chaos, it eventually seems to frequently devolve into "survival of the fittest." Those most capable of managing chaotic upheaval take over and establish fiefdoms which eventually coagulate and form governmental systems and the whole process starts over. So I postulate that, at least where humans are concerned, anarchy only produces temporary chaos. It's a little disillusioning. Then again, it does reset the game, which is necessary. Much of the history of the earth (at least as much as we understand) seems to be on on-going history of game resets.

Why deviate too far from the source? Steamboy is an outstanding soundtrack. I bought it having never seen the movie based on a soundclip.

Although if worst comes to worst, several people showed up on Friday. You'll miss some things, but you'll see the bulk of it. (Rather than show up on Wednesday and leave early Monday, my advice is don't miss Sunday night - plan your flight out no sooner than Monday afternoon. Some of the best stuff seems to happen on Sunday night and you are in no condition for an early Monday rising...at least that's been my experience.)

Cool. Someone tell Willie Wobble!

You know I generally hate receiving emails of stuff like this, but I find myself having to email them to my sisters and parents. (Everyone in my family has cats.) Good stuff! The unofficial cat commentary thread. (PM me the rant Patrick! I love really absurd rants. Real ones I generally find annoying and without much redeeming social value, but loony ones are great fun.) The Disney-Pirate thing goes back to the 50s, so you've a lot of battle to wage...Quixotic. Let Disney be Disney and you be you.

With the Polish introduction of the tradition of Paczki's to the holiday, you can really embrace the true meaning of FAT Tuesday around Detroit...

I took it as a humorous comment on the ability of cats to get into everything. If my cat weren't so lazy, she certainly would. Are you sure we weren't separated at birth? I think I'm the third twin. (The ugly one that was sold to gypsies.)