And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrifical rite
I saw Satan laughing with delight
“Hellfire” was a 1950’s SciFi story in which scientists saw a demon laughing when they took such photos.
I’m sorta creeped-out, especially by the 2nd photo. Why?
Oink,
You read my mind - and “dated” me so-to-speak. I read that short story when I was a kid and thought of it immediately when I saw the photos.
I think the “creepage” in the second photo is because it looks alive and active in it. Malevolent, yes?
Put Mecca in the foreground and these amazing photos will be even better!
Cheesy: TWO GREAT MINDS! I came to the same conclusion about #2. I thought I was the only human who remembered Hellfire. Every sci-fier knows the one about connecting all the computers in the Galaxy, but what about Professor Tincan -- the squatter, in a homemade shack, when they evict him to build a relay tower?
The A-Bomb Photos are on an Inhuman scale, in both time and size, like colliding galaxies and black holes. Also what scares me is “instant total annihilation”. I felt the same way hearing about the Mars-sized object that struck Early Earth, ejecting matter that became our Moon. How would it have felt to watch at Thing coming at you?
The “Hubble Deep Field” also scared the bejeezus out of me.
Oink,
Ya got me on the Tincan comment. No memory of it. I am appropriately chagrined.
The Hubble photo was indeed creepy. Remind me: why do we want to go out there?
I read in Dark Sun that, at the instant of detonation of either an A-bomb or H-bomb (memory again), the X-ray density is that of a light metal. Now that’s inhuman.
On the bright side (no pun intended), just realize that for a bystander, by the time the pain signals get to his brain, it doesn’t exist anymore. No brain, no pain.
Oh-oh. A faint memory of a man in a shack is sloooowly bubbling up from the bottom of the thing I used to call my mind. Just faint images really....wait a week. I’ll come.
The third one is what bothers me. I think some of it is that without a little better color and clarity, it is so hard to actually understand what it is that you are seeing. I guess I think it is strange to me because I think of a blast as invisible. You know like sound waves or something knocking everything down. In these pictures, it actually looks like something actually knocking them down. Of course, I don’t know much about nookyouler phuzion, so maybe I am the only one thought that.
At last! A chick who can pronounce ”nuke you lur”! Becca—You’re thinking in human scale, which this is not. It’s inhuman. Non-human. Our Frankenstein monster. Don’t worry about it falling into the ‘wrong hands’; we are the wrong hands.
CheezWhiz: “Professor TinCan” was whacko; he collected old tin cans in an enormous heap. He was also a former physics professor. Think many, many shiny tin cans. The lumber from his demolished shack used to construct a parabolic dish. The huge steel relay tower in the desert....sun.
Okay, but then what is being BORN in the third picture?!?!?!?!
You’re creeped out by the second photo because it bears a stark resemblance to ........
THE STAY-PUFFED MARSHMALLOW MAN!
Who ya gonna call ....?
Becca-Badger:
The Second Coming—W. B. Yeats
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
What is being born? It is Zuul, who prepares the way for Gozer The Destroyer ....
Dr. Peter Venkman: So, what are we doing today, Zuul?
Dana Barrett: We must prepare for the coming of Gozer.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Gozer?
Dana Barrett: The Destructor.
Dr. Peter Venkman: Are we still going out?
“I am become death, the destroyer of worlds.”
-- The Bhagavad-Gita, quote by Dr. J. Robert Oppenheimer
Dr. Peter Venkman: Let’s show this prehistoric bitch how we do things downtown.
OCM: Stop pretending to be The Skipper.
All those pics creep me out; it’s the malevolent genie coming out of the bottle; it’s a monstrous process that once unleashed by man is uncontainable and irreversible by man, and will stop only once it has run its course. It’s a glimpse of the rest of the universe going about its business on a scale beyond my comprehension, and it makes me feel very puny and vulnerable.
Oink said “..And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? “
Militant Islam
WHO THE F**K ARE YOU ACCUSING OF BEING OCM, BACON-BOY?
Sir,
Who ya gonna call? Why.....Dead-Eye Dick and his Shotgun of Discipline, of course!
Pull!
Oink - Waaa...I give up. Could I have the name and author of the Dr. Tincan story, please? Coming from folks who quote Yeats and the Bgagavad-Gita(I’m waiting for the movie), and who remembers Hellfire, I guess I’d be wise to find it and read it. If its old and out of print, so much the better. It’ll give me a mission.
Wasn’t Gozer quite the nimble little minx?
To The Rational Skipper: I love that quote; another translation said “I am Time, the destroyer of all things.”
The Other Skipper: Not ARE, just remind me of. (i.e. OCM)
dick: A technical proofreader correction—Yeats said it; I quoted. And Militant Islam may be applicable, buy Yeats mourned our loss of ceremonies of innocence. The rot from within.
becca: I’m sure you are too. Though not from personal experience.
(Agile, that is, not a minx), in the obsolete sense: A girl or young woman who is considered pert, flirtatious, or impudent. Obsolete A promiscuous woman.
fromage: It never was in print. A short story in the mag “Amazing Skiffy” (sci-fi) 100 years ago. Not a clue. The Prof. built a 15 foot parabolic reflector, reflecting & focusing the desert sun using hundreds of shiny tin cans. Cut that steel tower down like butter, disasembled the instrument & split.
WAIT! THE STORY WAS CALLED “A TOUCH OF SUN’!! The axxhole project manager said the old Prof had it. The Prof showed him what it could do to his tower.
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before (sigh)
I should have been a pair of ragged claws. Scuttling across the floors of silent seas...
(sigh)
Guys. News.
One of these years, I want to walk in these areas...40+ years after the last aboveground test was detonated. I want to write about whatever I feel there, knowing that the ground was turned into glass, vaporizing any and every living thing unprotected by trenches.
It’s important that we pass down this from one generation to the next, what it was all about.
Just for the record: If I am ‘agile’ then why the definitions for a minx. And I am most certainly not obsolete in any sense (minxy or otherwise),
Nimbality aside, my favorite Ghostbusters quote (though it isn’t nearly as funny in print) is:
There is no Dana. Only Zuul.
You will have to imagine the Zuuly voice.
Mack: Watch out from “Them” giant ants.
Did anyone note how quickly this topic deteriorated from sober to ....BMEWS..?
Skipper & OCM: I fear I’ve offended BOTH of you.
“GODDAMIT! Things just ain’t workin’ our for me today!” (Harry Dean Stanton character in “Dillinger")
Macker where are you located? Twice a year they open the Trinity site to the public..
info here.. http://www.cddc.vt.edu/host/atomic/trinity/tr_visit.html
I’ve always wanted to make the trek out there myself.. don’t think I’ll be making it this april tho. I have other pressing matters.. hope to travel out there this october.
Oink,
That would be A Touch of Sun, by Irwin Porges - published in FAN magazine in April of 1959.
Now watch, as this seemingly insurmountably problem crumbles in the face of Cheesey ingenuity. Between naps, that is…
Porges? Porky?
Hmmmm.....my CheeseSense detects a possible setup.....
Becca Page, since you mentioned it, I think the best Ghostbusters quote is Bill Murray’s “Um.. come in..... Ray.” (Right before he said “He slimed me.")
um....
wow.
oink: Now I wish I wouldn’t have begged the Skipper to give you your pig avatar. Comparing the Skipper to OCM makes me nominate you for the award of the week. I am the only member that has ever got it so you will be in good company if the Skipper agrees.
If I can get you your stoopid pig avatar, I can take it away.
Be in my video,
Darling, every night
I will rent a cage for you
And mi-j-i-nits dressed in white
(teeny-little-tiny-little...)
Twirl around in a lap dissolve
Pretend to sing the words
I’ll rent a gleaming limousine;
Release a flock of ber-herna-herna-herna
Herna-her-nerds
Wear a leather collar
And a dagger in your ear
I will make you smell the glove
And try to look sincere, then we’ll
Dance the blues
Let’s dance the blues
Let’s dance the blues
Under the megawatt moonlight
Pretend to be chinese,
(one-hung-low)
I’ll make you wear red shoes
There’s a cheesy atom bomb explosion
All the big groups use
Atomic light will shine
Through an old venetian blind
Making patterns on your face,
Then it cuts to outer space
With it’s billions & billions &
Billions & billions and
Be in my video
Darling, every night
Everyone in cable-land
Will say you’re ’outa-site’
You can show your legs
While you’re getting in the car, then
I will look repulsive
While I mangle my guitar
Reen-toon-teen-toon-teen-toon
Tee-nu-nee-nu-nee,
Moo-ahhhh
Reen-toon-teen-toon-teen-toon
Tee-nu-nee-nu-nee,
Moo-ahhhh
Reen-toon-teen-toon-teen-toon
Tee-nu-nee-nu-nee,
Moo-ahhhh
Tee-nu-nee----moo-ahhhh
Tee-nu-nee----moo-wah-wah-wah-ooo
I’m sure somebody else thought of this song when you look at these pictures.
WHAT COMPARISON? I was merely ... um .. confused, thinking he’d inadvertently committed plagiarism. Cool lyrics ... Was that a late ‘Johnny and the Hurricanes’ number?? (OINK tries to recall a ‘Foghat’ Concert, but can only remember how refreshing that cold bottle of Boone’s Farm was on his burny throat)
BeccaB: Loved the line & recall the voice. When you debutted you new avatar I should have said “That’s a new look, isn’t it” Other nearby great lines from my memory: “I have a rule never to sleep with possessed people” (she drags him onto the bed) “ .. more of a guideline, actually...” Later, “Sounds like there’s at least two people in there already .. might be a little crowded.”
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Camembert: AS I ONCE TOLD A DISTINGUISHED SENIOR NAVAL PERSON
Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
IS THERE SOME FRIGGIN’ MUTINY IN THE WORKS THAT I DON’T KNOW ABOUT????
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I’m astounded you found that article and gratified that I recalled the title correctly ... if I did??? FAN magazine don’t sound right, nor sufficiently sci-fi—I tried a search, but got gazillions of generic ‘fan magazines’. And am a lazy swine. I use ‘sci-fi’ a bit ironically; I’m told the The Illuminatti of Science Fiction pernounce it “skiffy” and use it to mean an inferior, cheesy (sorry) product intended for the masses.
oink: That’s
Did you suggest sex with possessed women oink?
She had that
Camarillo brillo
Flamin’ out along her head,
I mean her Mendocino bean-o
By where some bugs had made it red
She ruled the Toads of the Short Forest
And every newt in Idaho
And every cricket who had chorused
By the bush in Buffalo
She said she was
A Magic Mama
And she could throw a mean Tarot
And carried on without a comma
That she was someone I should know
She had a snake for a pet
And an amulet
And she was breeding a dwarf
But she wasn’t done yet
She had gray-green skin
A doll with a pin
I told her she was awright
But I couldn’t come in
(I couldn’t come in right then . . . )
And so she wandered
Through the door-way
Just like a shadow from the tomb
She said her stereo was four-way
An’ I’d just love it in her room
Well, I was born
To have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past her fuming incense stencher
To where she hung her castanets
She stripped away
Her rancid poncho
An’ laid out naked by the door
We did it till we were un-concho
An’ it was useless any more
She had a snake for a pet
And an amulet
And she was breeding a dwarf
But she wasn’t done yet
She had gray-green skin
A doll with a pin
I told her she was awright
But I couldn’t come in
(actually, I was very busy then)
And so she wandered
Through the door-way
Just like a shadow from the tomb
She said her stereo was four-way
An’ I’d just love it in her room
Well, I was born
To have adventure
So I just followed up the steps
Right past her fuming incense stencher
To where she hung her castanets
She said she was
A Magic Mama
And she could throw a mean Tarot
And carried on without a comma
That she was someone I should know
(Is that a real poncho . . . I mean
Is that a Mexican poncho or is that a Sears poncho?
Hmmm . . . no foolin’ . . . )
Thanx for the clarification, Z. The music might be a suitable background if they make a music video of the photos. Would add to the surreal quality of something hatching from a malignant egg.
exactly
Oink,
Sorry - FAN is the appreviation for FANTASY Magazine, later to become F&SF or whatever. Do your (Yahoo - I don’t Google) search on “Touch of Sun Porges” and it’ll come up. If you follow the links you’ll find out more than you ever wanted to know about the Porges brothers.
Yeah - I’ve heard “skiffy” (as opposed to Sky-Fi or Psi-Fi) before in the same sense you describe. I always thought it referred to those old, 50’s pulp mags and their ilk. And many of them were Cheesy (different branch of the family - no relation), if I do say so myself. But the cover-art is often really cool.
Now all I have to do is find the 4/59 issue and I’m home-free. I may search the FAN “Best-of” anthologies, too.
Meanwhile - I think the US should reproduce the bomb blasts Edgerton photo’ed - in an equivalent desert environment, and in state-of-the-art hi-res color. Gee, I wonder where we can detonate it? Let me think…
(From a Physics point of view) In the interest of accuracy - was this a test of an Atomic (A-Bomb) or a Hydrogen (H-Bomb) device? I do not recall any above GROUND H-Bomb (or fusion) tests - I thought they were all conducted in the pacific (primarily due to uncertainties in the energy yield). If this is an A-Bomb, it is fission, not fusion. And for those who care - the energy yield is different by about 2 to 3 orders of magnitude. A small A-Bomb (fission device) yields about 15 Kt; even a “small” H-bomb (fusion device) (the smallest I have ever read of, at least) was 300 Kt.
One way of the other - the photos are magnificent.
Brie: Duh Gee, Tennessee! I got it, Fantastic. I recall they tried changing their name to ‘Analog Sci-Fi’ once. Later I’ll search for ‘Hellfire’ and the nuke photos.
T,
The first H-bomb tests were above-ground...but were out in the Pacific on an island-who’s-name-escapes-me-but-I-can-look-it-up. (Quajilean? Christmas? spelling wrong, of course) The first one was a totally unwieldly thing, waaay bigger’n a bomber could possibly carry, and was assembled on-site.
But I think you’re point is that the photos shown are apparently a desert environment, so you are right in that sense. Gotta be an A-bomb. Besides, the article says so, I believe.
Oink - I knew you knew it. You were just testing me!
H-bombs were NEVER tested in Nevada. Of course, land testing NEVER mattered to the Soviets, with such a huge land mass....
Unix: I’m in AZ.
AZ - land of another homo - Senator John McCain (R-AZ)
Talk about 6 years of brainwashin’. McCain said, “No freedom of speech.”
McCain is ahead in most 2008 Presidential Polls in the Republican Part by the Liberal Media. However, my main man, Rush Limbaugh calls McCain a Democrat.
McCain has cancer too, so he is no good.
I met McCain in Ann Arbor on 12/07/05. 90% of the crowd was slimey Democrats. McCain said, “There is a rumor that I’m running for President in ‘08. The question is in which party.” These Democrats went wild. McCain is a HozeMonster.
Colby: I did NOT get it. And, the last testing I did was of my urine. Wasn’t Bikini one of the islands? Swear: I didn’t google. I recall that we displaced some native folk for the test, and left them to shift for themselves. Recall, that in the Cold War, especially regarding fissionable material, foolish and careless things were done.
The 50’s was a time of A-Bomb Fear: home bomb shelters, “duck & cover” drills at grade school, end-of-world movies featuring radioactive-mutant critters. Kline does a comedy bit wherein the kiddies are given metal dogtags by their fascist teacher, “In case your bodies are burned beyond recognition in a nuclear holocaust. There will be NO TALKING during the holocaust!”
One more reason the photos are creepy to us older folk.
This photo is of a fission device, and of an “implosion” device from the looks of the second photo (don’t ask me how I know, sorry, I can’t tell you...). The “Trinity” shot and “Fat Boy” were of this design.
The other form of fission device of the era being the much simpler “gun assembly” device as was “little boy”. It’s first test was over Japan, not in the New Mexico desert.
Thermonukes (H-bombs) were tested on various Pacific Islands (Bikini, Kwajelein, Johnson Island, etc). They were simply too powerful and dangerous to test on our mainland.
Now, the Russkies, they tended to throw caution to the wind. I remember seeing old archival footage on the History Channel of one of their first above ground thermonuke tests, one film was taken in a city about 20-30 miles away from the blast, and people were standing around outside just casually watching. The bright flash, the glowing mushroom cloud, then the shockwaves hit, knocking snow off roofs, blowing out windows and generally scaring the crap out of just about everyone there.
Then there was the “Tsar Bomba” 50 megaton air-drop test over Novaya Semlya (sp?), this was originally designed to be 100 MT, then they realized that the TU-4 bomber couldn’t get out of harm’s way in time. So they reduced it to 50 megatons, and let ‘er go. Movie footatge taken of the aircrew, showed that they were definitely VERY nervous and were literally shaken when the device exploded - they just barely got away somewhat unscathed....
Todays technology uses smaller yields, but with much more accurate targetting, and multiple independent warhead capabilities.
Good stuff! A couple of points concerning Dr. Strangelove & Mutually Assured Destruction --
1. The Ban the Bomb, Unilateral Nuclear Disarmament, movement was popular with the USSR, and their CPUSA agents, who would have just been tickled pink if we’d disarmed.
2. That doesn’t change the truth that this whole situation was Fuggin’ Nuts. Unless, of course, our goal was to destroy ourselves and most of the Earth with us.
Oink,
I don’t remember which Island was which. There were several. Swimsuit...er, I mean Bikini...was one; Quadjulean(sp is wrong) was another (maybe); the British island group of Christmas was another. Quadu-whatever might have been a staging area.
Guess I’ll have to break out my “The Atomic Bomb Movie” DVD and my collection of “America’s A-Bomb Tests” flicks and review my history. BTW: these DVDs are often on deep discount at BestBuy and are worth every penny if one is interested in the subject matter. I liked the underwater detonations best.
RP is probably correct as to the “implosion-type” assertion regarding the photos.
OCM: Is that where the term “all boogered up” came from? It fits…
The Wild West Is Where I Wanna Be.
-Tom Lehrer-
Along the trail you’ll find me lopin’
Where the spaces are wide open,
In the land of the old A.E.C.* Yee-hoo!
Where the scenery’s attractive,
And the air is radioactive,
Oh, the Wild West is where I wanna be.
‘Mid the sagebrush and the cactus
I’ll watch the fellows practice
Droppin’ bombs through the clean desert breeze. A-ha!
I’ll have on my sombrero,
And of course I’ll wear a pair o’
Levis over my lead B.V.D.’s.**
I will leave the city’s rush,
Leave the fancy and the plush,
Leave the snow and leave the slush
And the crowds.
I will seek the desert’s hush,
Where the scenery is lush,
How I long to see the mush-room clouds.
‘Mid the yuccas and the thistles
I’ll watch the guided missiles,
While the old F.B.I. watches me. Yee-hoo!
Yes, I’ll soon make my appearance
(Soon as I can get my clearance),
‘Cause the Wild West is where I wanna be.
CheeseNip: My son was interested in ABombs in the 8th grade. I understand the two types were implosion (Fat Boy) and bullet-like firing (Little Man) to achieve critical mass. The ABomb was used as a match to light the HBomb. There was concern that Hydrogen to Helium Fusion might start a chain reaction with the H2 in water—AMF Earth & most of the Inner Solar System.
The movie “Fat Man & Little Boy”, which I took my son to see, was OK. I support the decision to nuke Japan. But the movie did capture how projects take on a life of their own, especially armament projects. (cf. “WW1")
Lehrer was a member of the project, as incidentally, was my Uncle-- who died of leukemia. Lehrer says his job was “Soviet Spy”. It turns out the project was manned exclusively by them. He also wrote (from my memory):
Oh, we’ll all go together when we go,
Every Hottentot and every Eskimo,
When the air becomes uranious,
We will all go simultaneous ..
Oink,
We are definitely of the same generation.
FM&LB was outstanding and fairly accurate, as you say. Plus - the acting was IMHO supurb.
Lehrer was priceless. My favorites were “The Old Dope Peddler”, “Be Prepared”, and “My Home Town”.
My Dad was not a part of Manhatten, but did some work on the H-effort later. Much later Dr. Cheese helped tuter me in....(wait for it)....Tensors! He’s gone now, but - like all Cheeses that have met their Maker - his intellectual scent lingers, so to speak.
He rarely spoke of the H-efforts, but did mention that it was “Munsterous”.
Limburger: “The Vatican Rag” (”2,4,6,8—time to transubstantiate”)
“National Brotherhood Week” (”and everybody hates the Jews!”)
I’ve told this before, maybe not to you. My father was in a Georgia military hospital around July 1945, when his brother visited him from his assignment at Oak Ridge Tennessee. My Dad was pissin’ and moanin’ about how this war with Japan could drag on & on. My Uncle said only, “It’ll be over a whole lot quicker than you think”.
Oink,
“Be Prepared” (”....Don’t solicite for your sister - that’s not nice...")
RE: “It’ll be over...”
Now that’s a piece of family history you should write down and preserve for your descendents!
Sorry to hear about your mutation in the more recent article. Try lighter fluid and a Loofa…
every body say his own
Kyrie eleison,
Doin’ the Vatican Rag!
Also good about your leaning experience, except the pun—hence limburger. I struggled with math until I could do it—a testament to my teachers. Some early physicist said about studying the atom, Now here’s a subject that’ll never have military applications!
I know several people who were on Johnson Island when we detonated a bomb in low earth orbit. The guy said “we were issued goggles so dark that when you put them on, you couldn’t see the sun at high noon.” They began the countdown around midnight and were instructed to put on their goggles. He said that when the bomb went off there was a blinding flash of light (even with their goggles on). The blinding flash of light and a wash of heat made his first response be “oh shit. They detonated the bomb too low and now we’re all toast.” After the detonation he said that the sky where the bomb went off glowed in many, many colors with a deep blue being predominant. That was when we found out about EMP and were deathly afraid that the Soviets would discover this weak link in our armor. Seems also that when the Soviets discovered EMP they were afraid that we would discover this weak link in their defenses.
When we had nuclear drills during school time (pull your coat over your head while ducking under a desk) I asked a teacher why we even bothered since the USAF base I lived at was targeted for several megatons of Soviet weapons and that survival at ground zero was nearly impossible anyhow. We stopped having the drills after that.
I went to 1st grade in 1960 at ground zero, SAC AFB.
I know how to duck and cover when the big bright-white-light happens. So follow me.
The photos have a power all there own ... scary damn scary.
And adding Tom Lehrer to this mix works (the good professor Lehrer can do the math for just how it works, it’s beyond me *grin*) But ya’ll forgot one of the songs he wrote which would fit right in here. So here it is from his “That Was The Year That Was” album.
SO LONG MOM
So long, mom,
I’m off to drop the bomb,
So don’t wait up for me.
But while you swelter
Down there in your shelter
You can see me
On your TV.
While we’re attacking frontally
Watch Brinkally and Huntally**
Describing contrapuntally
The cities we have lost.
No need for you to miss a minute of the agonizing holocaust. Yeah!
Little Johnny Jones, he was a US pilot,
And no shrinking violet was he.
He was mighty proud when World War III was declared.
He wasn’t scared, no siree!
And this is what he said on
His way to Armageddon:
So long, mom,
I’m off to drop the bomb,
So don’t wait up for me.
But though I may roam,
I’ll come back to my home
Although it may be
A pile of debris.
Remember, mommy,
I’m off to get a commie,
So send me a salami
And try to smile somehow.
I’ll look for you when the war is over,
An hour and a half from now!
Guess you could put “Who’s Next” in the mix too.
And being past 50, well do I remember the duck and cover drills ... but living just 20 miles from O’Hare International would have made that rather a moot point. Though we didn’t think of that back then.
I was at Ellsworth AFB, a SAC base when we had those drills. When SAC had a practice alert the ground shook for miles around from all of the KC 135s and B52s taking off. Pretty impressive. We all knew that we were toast if it came down to us vs them. Would rather go out with a flash and a bang rather than by slowly dying from radiation sickness.
Kirk: Did you see “A Boy and His Dog” with Don Johnson when he was about 20 years old? This movie proves that after the big-bright-white-light and after the ShockWave and radiation it’s a wise move to have a good dog who can smell and find food and women.
It’s basically a love story.
A Boy and His Dog? Bwahahahaha^30 That movie was a scream. Going to tell the wife to get that on DVD. She’d probably think that I’d gone soft until she watched it.
It’s gratifying to know you all have good .. heh heh… taste
Had a buddy who raised horses. Once asked him what he did with them once they got too old to ride. He said “oh I just let them go out to pasture.” Asked if he ever thought of turning them into Silver Steaks, Bullet Burgers, or Flicka Fillets. The guy didn’t talk to me for several months after that. Said “what’s the good of having a pet if you can’t eat it when times get tough?”
oink: :rulez: If you MUST eat your woman, make sure she does the dishes, laundry and tire rotation on the truck first. Plus,
It’s a TIME management issue.
There is a reason why they say a dog is a man’s best friend.
I would NEVER eat my little 7lb puppy Polly.
Hit it, Carlos!
And it’s just like the ocean in a monsoon
Well that’s the same as the emotion that I get from you
Cause you’re so crude..
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Otherwise, you’re entirely correct....
One of my friends from 7th grade is married to a doctor and they spend way tooo much taking care of their old senile horses (lots of Rx). It’s like they would put them on life support and their vet bills are a mountain-of-money.
I might spend a $1,000 a pound to save Polly but no dog is worth over $7,000 in my book. I mean I wouldn’t spend $40,000 for an itty-bitty-little hip replacement on a rat terrior. That would be loving your dog a little too much.
Well, maybe $10,000. But that’s tops for sure.
On the other hand, nobody would spend over $25 to save a hog.
ZW: Too true. Altho I dislike people who infantalize their pets, and don’t believe in a ‘animal rights’ per se, I hate people who treat their animals like furniture—we’re getting rid of “last year’s fashion” and replacing it with something tres chic.
The pet does have implied rights, because you two made an implicit deal. It won’t bite, on surfaces, chew furniture; you provide the food, shelter, medical & affection.
AMEN!!!When “Old Tony”, a 25+ y/o plow horse was in his final illness, my normally hard-nosed Grandpa carried him water up in the orchard where he lay. They told him that the dogfood truck would haul him away free, if alive.
Sixty-two comments and this thread has gone from pictures of nuclear explosions to ghostbusters to poetry to science fiction and back to nuclear asplosions then to Pacific islands to rock and roll to science fiction to eating women, then pets and finally we wind up at old plow horses being given the finger.
This crew never ceases to amaze me.
Never fear though. When I finally translate all this into my book (“The BIG BMEWS Coffee Table Coloring Book”) I’ll change all the names to protect the innocent insane.
Who could have thought that this path should have led us out of the way? —The Pilgrim’s Progress
Can’t be sure, but maybe things started going wrong about .. at the Stay-Puffed Marshmallow Man?
Oink, are you accusing me of being the guilty party this time?
“He tasks me. He tasks me, and I shall have him. I’ll chase him ‘round the moons of Nibia and ‘round the Antares Maelstrom and ‘round perdition’s flame before I give him up!”—(Khan, Star Trek II)
OCM: “It’s a miracle these people ever got out of the 20th century.”—(McCoy, Star Trek IV)
NOT A BIT! I blame it on OCM. Some people just like to join in the spirit of the thing.
Assuming I’m in some difficulty, and following the book that “Wrath of Khan” borrowed from, could I be a White Whale this time? PLEASE? But you still get to be The Superior Intellect AND a Captain, albeit with a peg leg. We can skip the part where I take you down with me.
SKIPPER = Kirk
OCM = Harry Mudd
OINK = Ensign Expendable
STINKERR = Scotty
TANNENBERG = Sulu
Z WOOF = Worf
BECCAYINN = Counselor Troy
CHEESE_TENSOR = Spock
MACKER = McCoy
Give me warp speed! Now!
"Heavy sits the butt that bears the boss”—Heinlein, I’m pretty sure.
I think my assignment is gonna be the anonymous Security Guy, the one you’ve never seen before, and will never again, who beams down with the Away Team. Insert throat-slitting sound here. Which reminds me, anybody who hasn’t seen ‘Galaxy Quest’ is missing a treat.
Could I be Spock when he goes thru pon farr?
No! Absolutely not. Why? Because I’d have to kill your ugly Vulcan butt. Friend or no friend. Nobody slices open Kirk’s blouse and gets away with it. Nobody!
(well ... except for an occasional green woman or two)
Macker can’t be McCoy hez telepathic, plus he’s a magician.
Everybody knows Bones said, “I’m not a magician Spock, just an old country doctor.”
http://members.tripod.com/~Nimoy_Kelley/kelley.html
I think Macker is T’Pring.
At age seven, Spock was telepathically bonded with a young Vulcan girl named T’Pring. The telepathic touch would draw the two together when the time was right after both came of age: once every 7 years all Vulcan males experiences pon farr, a powerful Vulcan mating drive which demands that they mate or die. In 2267, however, T’Pring chose Stonn, a Vulcan, over Spock, and the Vulcan returned to the U.S.S. Enterprise unwed. He did eventually marry in a ceremony attended by Lt. Jean-Luc Picard.
I don’t trust anybody from Arizona, like Senator John McCain.
Skipper’s #71: In martial arts we had a move where you pound your opponent in the chest with both feet—you being airborne & sideways. You guessed it, “The Captain Kirk”. HAA-SAH!
’Am I the only one that actually WATCHED the show’ - Guy, Galaxy Quest
One of my all-time favorite movies!
And wasn’t Counselor Troy the beautiful and intelligent voice of reason and normality? I think that describes me perfectly! HAHAHA! Good choice, Skipper. It takes a good captain to know his crew. (Sorry, Oink, but you are the one getting shot every other day. Not that I don’t laugh each time..... )
Thankee, Ma’am for the kind words.
Don’t worry about me, Chickie, I give as good as I get.
BeckaBadger: Sorry, I was entirely focusing on myself again. Yes you have many good qualities that remind me of her: sensitivity, insight, reason. Before you qualify for her job, though, there is one more issue.
Remember on the HoloDeck where Kirk tried his flying “Captain-Kirk” kick and Worf side stepped and latched onto Kirk’s nuts with a Vulcan Mind Melt? Worf just kept tellin’ the dazed Kirk, “You’re going to sleep, you’re going to sleep....”
That’s when I lost a lot of repect for all Star Ship Captains. Bunch of weenies. Fuck the Federation.
Look it’s a hologram. Well, not a real hologram but almost a hologram.
Also Beckabadger: Before you qualify for her job we will need a sample of your urine.
I think I might have to just leave you guys guessing if I ‘fill’ all the qualifications necessary for the job.....or the uniform! But, rest assured, I will pass any drug tests better than SOME of us here!
, I have no doubt you could hold your own with anyone. Being Expendable was one of Guys favorite qualities...or was it being ‘Plucky Comedy Relief?’ Either way:
Beccayinn: We already know more about you than you know yourself. We know you are basically a good person but we have to be careful. Sure you have some mortal sins but who doesn’t around here. Yes, even the Skipper can’t walk on water, sorry.
But we are looking for a girl. But, she has to have some big
I’m talking about that are MONSTERS
Correction To The Above:
1. I can walk on water. The trick is to take small steps.
2. Forgive them, Becca. None of them were breast fed as babies. Years later it shows.
Eighty-three comments now and this thread has gone from pictures of nuclear explosions to ghostbusters to poetry to science fiction and back to nuclear asplosions then to Pacific islands to rock and roll to science fiction to eating women, then pets and finally we wind up at old plow horses being given the finger .... (continued) .... to tribbles to John McCain to boobies ....
(sigh)
Maybe they ( ) grew so big because of radiation exposure due to nuclear testing?
GuyS-- Abraham VanHelsing is a personal hero of mine, and someone I wish to emulate: a realist, a Christian, a warrior. The movies haven’t got him right for decades.
beccaB
Or how long it takes to READ others’ before adding your our ???
I’m getting better.
Ya’ll are working on it too, right.
You’re is so fresh the Skipper should be charging the EuroPeons to read it oink.
But no. The Skipper says we have to just give oink’s BS away until they are hooked.
Belly hooked. Then we charge the big money. 100 Pounds a year. To have postin’ ability at BMEWS, that’s 250 pounds per year. In Mexico it’s 5,000,000 pesos. S. Korea, 1,500,000,000,000 yen.
Skipper says it’s just like fishing. He says we need more infrastructure, whatever that means. I think the Skipper is just getting out of paying us all what we are really really worth. Because I’m not getting rich now, that’s for sure.
1. Skipper: Do NOT pay me what I’m worth. “Use every man after his desert, and who should scape whipping?” (Shakespeare)
2. ZWoof: Tom Lehrer again:
When the shades of night are falling,
Comes a fellow ev’ryone knows,
It’s the old dope peddler,
Spreading joy wherever he goes.
Ev’ry evening you will find him,
Around our neighborhood.
It’s the old dope peddler
Doing well by doing good.
He gives the kids free samples,
Because he knows full well
That today’s young innocent faces
Will be tomorrow’s clientele.
You’re not getting rich, Z? The rest of us are....wonder what is up with that?