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I'm sure plenty of you have already seen this photo, but I post it anyway.
There's a diver in the water, plus one on the rope ladder.
"Hey, we're supposed to go up the ladder in Alphabetical order !!!"...
(who knows if it's a real photo, - or enhanced - but they claim it is real)
 

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Seems that one was a hoax folks (gotta feeling most of us suspected that - I mean such things might have happened, but lol what are the chances of a cameraman watching read waiting )
the bridge is golden gate lol.
But the other photos are real (national geographic).
http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2003/11/photogalleries/sharks1/
 

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Poetry, Paintings , Porcelain etc., that send a message
http://www.abc.net.au/news/newsitems/200702/s1850044.htm
 
dagnabbit i jes dunna why tham folks cant see da funny side o' war (see attachment 1 - that's gen peter pace on the left and def sec robert gates on the right)

stop press, first photograhic evidence of the existence of the much-maligned 2-faced sexist pig (see attachment 2 [poor li'l piggy])

cheers
 

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Robots to get rights !!
next thing they'll be getting compulsory superannuation
http://www.abc.net.au/news/newsitems/200703/s1866001.htm
 

COOL! I remember that shark trying to take a peice out of Batman. "Holy Recall 2020"
 
Edgar Allan Poe
The Raven

[First published in 1845]

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow will he leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!


 
2020hindsight said:
cats - I think it's called body language.
I think you'll find that the defensive cat is actually anticipating the forward momentum of the aggressive cat, and is preparing to actually throw the aggressive cat to the floor using it's own body weight.
 
AnalysisParalysis said:
I think you'll find that the defensive cat is actually anticipating the forward momentum of the aggressive cat, and is preparing to actually throw the aggressive cat to the floor using it's own body weight.
lol - now grasshopper, here's how you do an "Ugi goshi" ?
 
Aged just one score year and six, down the road comes David Hicks
some might say he's thick as bricks, but that's another matter
next he's found inside a truck, out of weapons out of luck
fetched the finder many bucks to make him out a ratter..
will another mere Australian, moslem, jew or piscapalian
see a cell where they simply nail-ya-in?
five years ?, - retrospective law?,
quoth the raven nevermore
 
1. robot must obey human orders unless they conflict with the first law; and
2. robots must protect themselves if this does not conflict with the other laws.
1. wish my bludy computer obeyed me occasionally .
maybe I could try putting it to bed with a little pillow for the monitor. ..

2. protect themselves ? lol
 
Happytown, stop press, first photograhic evidence of the existence of the much-maligned 2-faced sexist pig
Yeah m8, lol, and here's one of the secretaries at work too - plus one of the first "Pigs in Space"
PS i reckon there's a join through the eye - - just IMO of course.
 

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Happytown, speaking of sexist jokes - here are the "worst pickup lines"...
I defend posting it because a couple of them could arguably be directed by females at males I guess
http://www.alternativereel.com/streams-of-consciousness/Worst_Pickup_Lines.html
This is by a country mile the tamest of those quotes ...
"Sex without love is an empty experience, but as empty experiences go, It's a pretty good empty experience." --Woody Allen
Examples of the rest :-
"That dress would look great on the floor next to my bed."
"You've got 206 bones in your body. Want one more?"
as I said , real classy lines .
 
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