Watch this on FULL SCREEN. You are going to be amazed at what they are doing with LIGHT.
This amazing show was projected on the face of a building in Portugal.
http://sorisomail.com/email/74120/mais-uma-projecao-3d-sensacional.html
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
The Human Planet
A fascinating video capsule from the BBC:
Human Planet... BBC ONE
http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=2HiUMlOz4UQ&vq=large
Human Planet... BBC ONE
http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=2HiUMlOz4UQ&vq=large
On fancy dogs . . . and Russian Wolves . . .
On 2/15/2011 12:56 PM, mweiss99@comcast.net wrote:
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> Never trust a French Poodle, Scottish Terrier, German Shepherd or, especially, Russian Wolfhounds.
I was reading Pravda recently. I think it pays to keep a good eye on
your opponent's crazy people too. They had an apparently straight-up
article about a car dying in the road about five or six miles outside of
some town in Russia. Well, the Russians--being Russians--bitched and
complained then bundled up and started walking towards the town,
oblivious to the horrible weather.
Along the way they were set upon by a pack of wolves. Russian wolves are
not like North American wolves. The humans broke off tree branches and
went back to back periodically, the wolves evidently making several
hit-and-run type attacks. The humans gave a pretty good account for
themselves but were losing daylight when they stopped to fend off
another attack. Once beaten off, the wolves retreated into the forest
and paced the humans, gathering their strength and waiting for the
humans to reach better ground ahead that would be to the wolves' advantage.
The wolves did manage to bite and scratch several of them. They got one
guy by the pants leg and drug him down. Several of the other wolves
immediately pounced on him, but the other people eventually beat them
away from him. Now there was fresh blood in the air.
Long story short, the humans--the article seemed to imply they were all
men--made it into town and were treated at some local clinic for their
wounds. No one seemed surprised at their story, in fact several locals
told them of having to shoot wolves while driving or out tending to
whatever business they had outside on the outskirts of the town.
Everyone, the people from the car, the townfolk, even the reporter who
wrote the article just seemingly shrugged about the affair, only
commenting that it was good the car was crammed full of men. A lone
driver would have simply been overwhelmed and eaten. Two or three would
have been overwhelmed and eaten. They had strength in numbers. Also, the
Russians--still being Russians--knew this was no freak occurrence.
Wolves are taken VERY seriously in the Russian Federation.
Someone once sent me a film from a Russian street security camera. I
don't know if it's on YouTube or not, but if it is it's certainly worth
a look. There was no sound, but the story that went along with the film
was this--
A car came barreling into the outskirts of a town at night at a very
high rate of speed. A Russian cop was sitting behind a sign or some
brush (whatever) and hit his lights and began pursuit. They both stopped
directly under two street lights which were illumination for the camera.
It was at this point the film began. It was very obviously wintertime
and the roads were covered with ice and snow. The cop walked to the
driver's side door, expecting to find a drunk, but (according to the
English-language narrative of the film) the driver said he had been
pursued for miles by a wolf pack. The roads were so treacherous he could
only drive 20-30 MPH and they stayed right with him. It was only when he
got to the outskirts of the town that he hit plowed roads and could pick
up speed. He pleaded with the officer that he would take the ticket, but
for God's sake to get back in his patrol car or at least get inside the
speeder's car.
The Russian cop still thought the guy was drunk and making up the story.
He put his hand on the driver's door, as if he was going to order the
man out of the car, when out of the darkness, in view of the camera,
there came a huge pack of wolves running towards them at top speed right
down both lanes of the road. The cop took one very brief glance at them,
then opened the back door of the speeder's car and jumped in.
The wolfpack was the largest I'd ever seen on film. Perhaps as many as
forty. Big damn things, too. You could see the reflection in their eyes
as they ran towards the lights and the cars. Both men looked as if they
remained dead silent, but only after the driver rolled up his window and
the cop smashed down his door lock. He appeared to be fumbling with his
coat, perhaps to unholster his sidearm.
The wolves ran and kept on running, apparently into the town or at least
towards it. They ran along both sides of both cars. The film continued
for about ten seconds after the pack passed the driver and the cop,
still on camera, who sat rock-solid still even after the pack had passed
them.
In Soviet Russia, wolves eat YOU. And they apparently will eat you
regardless of any politcal changes your country might have made.
Kent Ballard
>
>
> Never trust a French Poodle, Scottish Terrier, German Shepherd or, especially, Russian Wolfhounds.
I was reading Pravda recently. I think it pays to keep a good eye on
your opponent's crazy people too. They had an apparently straight-up
article about a car dying in the road about five or six miles outside of
some town in Russia. Well, the Russians--being Russians--bitched and
complained then bundled up and started walking towards the town,
oblivious to the horrible weather.
Along the way they were set upon by a pack of wolves. Russian wolves are
not like North American wolves. The humans broke off tree branches and
went back to back periodically, the wolves evidently making several
hit-and-run type attacks. The humans gave a pretty good account for
themselves but were losing daylight when they stopped to fend off
another attack. Once beaten off, the wolves retreated into the forest
and paced the humans, gathering their strength and waiting for the
humans to reach better ground ahead that would be to the wolves' advantage.
The wolves did manage to bite and scratch several of them. They got one
guy by the pants leg and drug him down. Several of the other wolves
immediately pounced on him, but the other people eventually beat them
away from him. Now there was fresh blood in the air.
Long story short, the humans--the article seemed to imply they were all
men--made it into town and were treated at some local clinic for their
wounds. No one seemed surprised at their story, in fact several locals
told them of having to shoot wolves while driving or out tending to
whatever business they had outside on the outskirts of the town.
Everyone, the people from the car, the townfolk, even the reporter who
wrote the article just seemingly shrugged about the affair, only
commenting that it was good the car was crammed full of men. A lone
driver would have simply been overwhelmed and eaten. Two or three would
have been overwhelmed and eaten. They had strength in numbers. Also, the
Russians--still being Russians--knew this was no freak occurrence.
Wolves are taken VERY seriously in the Russian Federation.
Someone once sent me a film from a Russian street security camera. I
don't know if it's on YouTube or not, but if it is it's certainly worth
a look. There was no sound, but the story that went along with the film
was this--
A car came barreling into the outskirts of a town at night at a very
high rate of speed. A Russian cop was sitting behind a sign or some
brush (whatever) and hit his lights and began pursuit. They both stopped
directly under two street lights which were illumination for the camera.
It was at this point the film began. It was very obviously wintertime
and the roads were covered with ice and snow. The cop walked to the
driver's side door, expecting to find a drunk, but (according to the
English-language narrative of the film) the driver said he had been
pursued for miles by a wolf pack. The roads were so treacherous he could
only drive 20-30 MPH and they stayed right with him. It was only when he
got to the outskirts of the town that he hit plowed roads and could pick
up speed. He pleaded with the officer that he would take the ticket, but
for God's sake to get back in his patrol car or at least get inside the
speeder's car.
The Russian cop still thought the guy was drunk and making up the story.
He put his hand on the driver's door, as if he was going to order the
man out of the car, when out of the darkness, in view of the camera,
there came a huge pack of wolves running towards them at top speed right
down both lanes of the road. The cop took one very brief glance at them,
then opened the back door of the speeder's car and jumped in.
The wolfpack was the largest I'd ever seen on film. Perhaps as many as
forty. Big damn things, too. You could see the reflection in their eyes
as they ran towards the lights and the cars. Both men looked as if they
remained dead silent, but only after the driver rolled up his window and
the cop smashed down his door lock. He appeared to be fumbling with his
coat, perhaps to unholster his sidearm.
The wolves ran and kept on running, apparently into the town or at least
towards it. They ran along both sides of both cars. The film continued
for about ten seconds after the pack passed the driver and the cop,
still on camera, who sat rock-solid still even after the pack had passed
them.
In Soviet Russia, wolves eat YOU. And they apparently will eat you
regardless of any politcal changes your country might have made.
Kent Ballard
What Causes Arthritis?
A drunk man who smelled like alcohol sat down in a bus next to a priest.
The man's tie was stained, his face was plastered with red lipstick, and a half-empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat pocket.
He opened his newspaper and began reading.
After a few minutes the man turned to the priest and asked, "Say Father, what causes arthritis?"
The priest replies, "My son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, contempt for your fellow man, sleeping around with prostitutes and lack of a bath."
The drunk muttered in response "Well, I'll be darned!"
Then returned to his paper.
The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized. "I'm very sorry —I didn't mean to come on so strong. How long have you had arthritis?"
The drunk answered, "I don't have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does!"
MORAL: Make sure you understand the question before offering the answer.
The man's tie was stained, his face was plastered with red lipstick, and a half-empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat pocket.
He opened his newspaper and began reading.
After a few minutes the man turned to the priest and asked, "Say Father, what causes arthritis?"
The priest replies, "My son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, contempt for your fellow man, sleeping around with prostitutes and lack of a bath."
The drunk muttered in response "Well, I'll be darned!"
Then returned to his paper.
The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized. "I'm very sorry —I didn't mean to come on so strong. How long have you had arthritis?"
The drunk answered, "I don't have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does!"
MORAL: Make sure you understand the question before offering the answer.
HILLBILLY BIRTH:
Deep in the back woods, of Letcher County Kentucky a hillbilly's wife went into labor in the middle of the night, and the doctor was called out to assist in the delivery. Since there was no electricity, the doctor handed the father-to-be a lantern and said, 'Here. You hold this high so I can see what I am doing!'
Soon, a baby boy was brought into the world. 'Whoa there', said the doctor, 'Don't be in such a rush to put that lantern down I think there's another one coming.'
Sure enough, within minutes he had delivered a baby girl. 'Hold that lantern up, don't set it down there's another one!' Said the doctor.
Within a few minutes he had delivered a third baby 'No, don't be in a hurry to put down that lantern, it seems there's yet another one coming!' cried the doctor.
The redneck scratched his head in bewilderment, and asked the doctor, ..
'You reckon it might be the light that's attractin' 'em?
Soon, a baby boy was brought into the world. 'Whoa there', said the doctor, 'Don't be in such a rush to put that lantern down I think there's another one coming.'
Sure enough, within minutes he had delivered a baby girl. 'Hold that lantern up, don't set it down there's another one!' Said the doctor.
Within a few minutes he had delivered a third baby 'No, don't be in a hurry to put down that lantern, it seems there's yet another one coming!' cried the doctor.
The redneck scratched his head in bewilderment, and asked the doctor, ..
'You reckon it might be the light that's attractin' 'em?
Who's Your Daddy?
Who's your baby's Daddy?
The following are (allegedly) all replies that Detroit women have written on Child Support Agency Forms in the section for listing 'Father's Details,' or putting it another way... Who's your baby's Daddy? These are genuine excerpts from the forms. Be sure to check out #11, it takes 1st prize and #3 is runner up.
1. Regarding the identity of the father of my twins, Makeeshia was fathered by Maclearndon McKinley I am unsure as to the identity of the father of Marlinda, but I believe that she was conceived on the same night.
2. I am unsure, as to the identity of the father of my child as I was being sick out of a window when taken unexpectedly from behind. I can provide you with a list of names of men that I think were at the party if this helps.
3. I do not know the name of the father of my little girl. She was conceived at a party at 3600 East Grand Boulevard where I had sex with a man I met that night. I do remember that the sex was so good that I fainted. If you do manage to track down the father, can you please send me his phone number? Thanks.
4. I don't know the identity of the father of my daughter. He drives a BMW that now has a hole made by my stiletto in one of the door panels. Perhaps you can contact BMW service stations in this area and see if he's had it replaced.
5. I have never had sex with a man. I am still a Virginian. I am awaiting a letter from the Pope confirming that my son's conception was ejaculate and that he is the Saver risen again.
6. I cannot tell you the name of Alleshia's dad as he informs me that to do so would blow his cover and that would have cataclysmic implications for the economy I am torn between doing right by you and right by the country.. Please advise.
7. I do not know who the father of my child was as they all look the same.
8. Tyrone Hairston is the father of child A. If you do catch up with him, can you axe him what he did with my AC/DC CDs? Child B who was also borned at the same time.. well, I don't have clue..
9. From the dates it seems that my daughter was conceived at Disney World. Maybe it really is the Magic Kingdom .
10. So much about that night is a blur. The only thing that I remember for sure is Delia Smith did a program about eggs earlier in the evening. If I had stayed in and watched more TV rather than going to the party at 8956 Miller Ave , mine might have remained unfertilized.
11. I am unsure as to the identity of the father of my baby, after all, like when you eat a can of beans you can't be sure which one made you fart.
The following are (allegedly) all replies that Detroit women have written on Child Support Agency Forms in the section for listing 'Father's Details,' or putting it another way... Who's your baby's Daddy? These are genuine excerpts from the forms. Be sure to check out #11, it takes 1st prize and #3 is runner up.
1. Regarding the identity of the father of my twins, Makeeshia was fathered by Maclearndon McKinley I am unsure as to the identity of the father of Marlinda, but I believe that she was conceived on the same night.
2. I am unsure, as to the identity of the father of my child as I was being sick out of a window when taken unexpectedly from behind. I can provide you with a list of names of men that I think were at the party if this helps.
3. I do not know the name of the father of my little girl. She was conceived at a party at 3600 East Grand Boulevard where I had sex with a man I met that night. I do remember that the sex was so good that I fainted. If you do manage to track down the father, can you please send me his phone number? Thanks.
4. I don't know the identity of the father of my daughter. He drives a BMW that now has a hole made by my stiletto in one of the door panels. Perhaps you can contact BMW service stations in this area and see if he's had it replaced.
5. I have never had sex with a man. I am still a Virginian. I am awaiting a letter from the Pope confirming that my son's conception was ejaculate and that he is the Saver risen again.
6. I cannot tell you the name of Alleshia's dad as he informs me that to do so would blow his cover and that would have cataclysmic implications for the economy I am torn between doing right by you and right by the country.. Please advise.
7. I do not know who the father of my child was as they all look the same.
8. Tyrone Hairston is the father of child A. If you do catch up with him, can you axe him what he did with my AC/DC CDs? Child B who was also borned at the same time.. well, I don't have clue..
9. From the dates it seems that my daughter was conceived at Disney World. Maybe it really is the Magic Kingdom .
10. So much about that night is a blur. The only thing that I remember for sure is Delia Smith did a program about eggs earlier in the evening. If I had stayed in and watched more TV rather than going to the party at 8956 Miller Ave , mine might have remained unfertilized.
11. I am unsure as to the identity of the father of my baby, after all, like when you eat a can of beans you can't be sure which one made you fart.
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