Monday, November 16, 2009

Allergic to bullshit.














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091115-N-4954I-042 PACIFIC OCEAN (Nov. 15, 2009) Aviation Machinist's Mate 3rd Class Ronald Melanson, from Phoenix, screws retaining nuts onto a rotor disk attached to a high-powered turbo shaft in the jet shop aboard the aircraft carrier USS John C. Stennis (CVN 74). (U.S. Navy photo by Mass Communication Specialist 3rd Class Bryan M. Ilyankoff/Released)


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091115-N-4954I-042










http://www.divxmoviesenglishsubtitles.com/W/War_of_the_Worlds_The_(1953).html

Subtitles for War of the Worlds The (1953).


Wait a minute.

Bombs don't unscrew.

It's no meteor. That's for sure.

Darnedest thing I ever saw, the way that's unscrewing.

- Thank you, Doctor. Having fun? - You know what I was thinking?

The energy from one square dance could send the meteor back home.

- Must be somebody in there. - Who? Where do they come from?

I read that Mars is near Earth now. It happens every 20 years, they say.

Men from Mars ...

- What do you think?. - Maybe these are not men, like us.

Everything human doesn't have to look like you and me.

If it's men from Mars, we ought to let them know we're friendly.

- No, you don't know what it is. - We'd be the first to make contact.

We'd be in all the papers.

We could walk out there with a white flag.

I got an old sugar sack in my car.

What are we going to say to them?

'Welcome to California."

Come on.

We're friends!

Open up!

- How will they understand us? - We'll talk in sign language.

Everybody understands that the white flag means we want to be friends.

- Hey there, open up! - Come on out, we're friends!

- We welcome you! - We're friends!

No smooching in the dark, folks.

- Any candles around? - All the lights in town are out.

- Somebody found some candles. - I like it in the dark.

Call the electric company and see what happened.

- Hey, the phone's gone dead. - The phone isn't on the same circuit.

What are they saying? Something's wrong with my hearing aid.

We play "Good Night Ladies" at midnight, anyway. It's near that now.

- My watch has stopped. - I've got the time.

- Mine's stopped, too. - Mine ain't working. What is this?

They've all stopped at the same time.

There's only one explanation for a thing like this. Do you have a pin?

See that? My watch is magnetised.

That's what knocked the phones out, too.

- But everyone's watch all together?. - Do you have a pocket compass?

- The needle isn't pointing north. - It's pointing toward the meteor.

Let me through!

- What's going on? - I don't know any more than you do.

Look at the fire out there!

The power lines are down. That explains why the lights went out.

- Hey, look at the cars! - Where are the three men you left?

Look there!

People in town started to follow us. Don't let them come near here.

Get under cover!

- What is that gizmo? - A machine from another planet.

We'd better get word to the authorities. Look!

Sheriff, you'd better get word to the military. You'll need them.

Get moving. On the double.

Take cover along the riverbed. Get those 30's over here.

The area is controlled by Marines. The gully is surrounded.










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I started thinking that I discovered life on Mars. Some kind of sandbugs. And that explains a lot too. Something about sandkings or sand devils. Something about holes bored into the walls of a gully or cliff, as though by creatures.

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}}}}} JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 9/2/2006 6:36 PM


There has got to be some other memories that represent being on Mars. I wrote about some others, such as digging in the crumbly clay of that gully

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http://www.cswap.com/1996/Independence_Day/cap/en/2_Parts/a/00_49

Independence Day


:49:16
They're opening up!