FREEDOM OF RIGHTS?
Or mob mentality taken too far?
Or mob mentality taken too far?
Yeah … right.
As impossible as they would be—as they indeed are—I still love (nay, Sir/Madam … adore) ‘timeslip’ stories. But if—
“Mr Argus, Sir?”
“Yes, Little Virginia?”
“Totally, Toots. But I shan’t explain. I’ll leave it for you to work out. But, there is one possible although not very probable wee loophole—”
“Ooooh! Yes, pleeeease—”
“—and it’s very much an outrunner … if there ever actually is a time slipper, it would be your consciousness only. Not your physical you qua you, regardless of what all the other nice slippers/slippees may claim.”
Anyway, here’s just one of oodles (and be advised that complete with all the holes in the narratives—I love ’em!)—
when You created the Earth a few thousand years ago, You popped these things in as a cosmic joke, right~?
I must admit, they almost had ME fooled! But fear not, little Divinity, those of us with faith will be ever faithful.
The rest of us take cash …
Or maybe not, but once you’ve read our Kiwi take on the English language (below) you’ll see why we’re such brilliant world-beating expert rugby players. Here, try it—you’ll like it:
“…The person who was shot was not a parkrunner, nor were they in the park when the incident happened.
“They were on the opposite side of the road to our park when the incident happened.”
Henry did the best they could keep thing as normal as possible for the other runners and not cause alarm.
The children in the group were moved away from the area where the shooting happened to keep them safe, she said …”
To read from source: CLICK HERE
It so happens that The Spouse and I went to town this morning with the intention of parking in the now unused car parks close by the now defunct Pyramid (“Tallest pyramid in the southern hemisphere”!) (yeah, right) but were stopped by a man in the middle of the road holding what appeared to be an M16. Nice man pointed us off into a different direction, and never one to argue with the man with the gun I turned and went.
A block or two over I tried again, and this time a whole police car (wow, sparkly lighting!) was broadside on across the road with more pointings and flappings so off again we toddled.
Ended up in the heart of town close to one of our favourite coffee places, but of course nobody knew nothing and we had to wait until we got home much later (Southlanders are very laid back) to find out what had happened to take the gloss off of my photographic ramble through the park.
Scuttlebutt had it that someone got shot, and I guess the above news article sort of confirms it. In the meantime: how about that reporting as an exemplar of modun Inglish gramma, hey?
(Yeah, I know … boooooooooring~!)
a one line quiz (Americans need not attempt)—
Q: Why did the seabirds fall and crash?
A: (No, not yet, go to the foot of the page. But don’t do it until you have read the clues presented in this referenced article in the Southland Times: CLICK HERE)
And why would I exclude Yanks?
Nothing personal. I have the greatest (and ever increasing, dammit) respect for Yanks—but it pays to be practical, sometimes. Here, now have thee a nice chicken to admire (aaaawww, c’mon Argus! Why the hell should anyone admire a skinny black duck?) (So read on, and be enlightened …).
Okay then … but you’ll hate me for it—here’s yer answer:
A: ‘Cos they ran out of petrol~!
left this planet recently. Bound for who knows where? Solutions to the 4d equations* perhaps? Or the more rational end-qua-end (as in el finito) …
One refers of course to those two great identical polar opposites: one Prof Stephen Hawking and one Sir Terry Pratchett. Of the two I personally prefer ol’ Terry—he made me laugh. In fact his legacy is laughter**, and where would a religious denier be more likely to find God: in the infinite reaches of space, or between the leaves of a Terry Pratchett novel?
Dammit, not only does Terry make me laugh—the worlds he created are vastly more credible than those between the sheets of any religious exemplar’s bed. Book! I meant book!
I discovered his works quite late in life. (I lie, I allowed those bloody awful covers to put me off ever reading one for years and years.) (More the fool me, then. ‘Nuff said.)
Wit and wisdom~! Ye gods, what more could a thinker possibly want—
“The presence of those seeking the truth is infinitely to be preferred to the presence of those who think they’ve found it.” — Monstrous Regiment
—and often what he puts into the mouths of his characters can sting. (Dammit, I should bloody well know—
Perhaps Hawking and Sir Terence met up recently somewhere in the vast reaches of time and space; it would be an interesting environment in which to be a silent speck on the wall … just specktating; I could contribute nothing but I’m sure they’d be delighted by each other’s company.
“Always be wary of any helpful item that weighs less than its operating manual.”
“They say a little knowledge is a dangerous thing, but it’s not one half so bad as a lot of ignorance.”
“Stories of imagination tend to upset those without one.”
“It’s not worth doing something unless you were doing something that someone, somewhere, would much rather you weren’t doing.”
* Death, Doom, Defeat, Despair and/or Disaster (yeah … I can’t count neither).
** Leavened with great wisdoms but so subtly done it hurts to read (go on, force yourself, try it … you may just like it).
I visit lots of cranks (I heard that—who just muttered ‘other cranks‘?) in the course of my explorations. I look at lots of images, but this one I find disturbing and can’t fathom why. Read on …
It purports to show a monk-type guy in an ancient man-made cave (you know the ones: hewn from solid rock using copper tools etc etc). The guy is demonstrating how highly polished a surface the ancients managed to achieve a in their underground workings. But:
But there’s something about the image I find disturbing and I can’t fathom why.
I also had a look recently at Bright Insight’s (one of my most favourite cranks)(such unabashed enthusiasm!) u-toobe posts on Petra. Great imagery, and not once did I stop to wonder how those guys in olden times did all that …
—and if you visit BI’s webbie (the snap above is your link) you’ll see what I mean. (If his rapt enthusiasm gets to you, just turn the sound off—but frankly, I enjoy it.)