May 28, 2007

Thunderbird? An elaborate hoax, or a cryptozoologist's dream? Eiter way, the analysis is an interesting read, especially when Darwin is brought into it.
  • What's the word?
  • Johannesburg
  • Ah, the good old days of the late 1990s, when people could still be taken in by crap fakes and bogus websites. Makes me misty for those simpler, more innocent days.
  • A hoax (bottom of the page). Produced to advertise a tv series called "Freaky Links" apparently. Fun story though.
  • Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!
  • So it's been determined a hoax. Even without the explanation above, there're a couple of clues that point to the same conclusion. In early photography, subjects had to remain perfectly still for about a minute. Two of the soldiers had turned their heads in what looks more like a snapshot moment. It would've been difficult to hold that gesture on the far left for that long without the top of the gun wavering just a little. And how many pudgy civil war soldiers have you seen? What are the odds of several in one photo?
  • This reminds me of the Howard Waldrop story The Ugly Chickens I love that story.
  • I remember "Freaky Links." It was the TV show by the guys who did the Blair Witch Project, and was supposed to be among the first shows with an online component. It was a really interesting concept that the network let run for something like two or three weeks? (On further research, it ran for 12 or 13 episodes.
  • In conclusion, re-enactors killed this pterodactyl.
  • Ahhhh, that "willing suspension of disbelief" First he just happens to be in a town with a book store that carries paranormal books. He just happens to buy a particular book that just happens to have a photo of a pterowhatzit in it. Looked at the photo, glanced at the explanation, and laughed off the analysis.
  • Well, I think it's real.
  • I demand a mini-series with civil war soldiers fighting dinosaurs. I want it now. Now, I say.
  • That would be so awesome! Add to the show a ninja squad led by Sharpe and Ghengis Khan that rode on deinonychii and it'd never get cancelled.
  • It's not real unless Shelby Foote says it happened while "Ashokan Farewell" plays in the background.
  • "Dearest Mama, Life in the civil war is hard and the grits is waxy day in and day out. Corporal Maxihut's men fired on the biggest bird I ever seen yesterday, and it is truly a testament to god's creation that such a wonder can exist at all. We ate it with beans and some kind of reddish brown sauce, then all of us danced a jig to our authentic folk-music which will someday be available on compact disc to those who donate 50$ to their local PBS station. I sure hope I don't die tomorrow. Your son, Jeb" The next day, Jeb was among the thousands of 12 year old boys killed in the battle of Wavy Creek.
  • *slow pan across a grainy photo to a upended pan of beans*
  • I demand a mini-series with civil war soldiers fighting dinosaurs. You want to see civil war soldiers fighting themselves?
  • And it must be produced in Superanimation with lots of cool, detailed models.
  • After reading today's FPP on the McSweeney's monkey thing, and a few of the others once there, I'm convinced that the writing on MonkeyFilter follows much the same humorous path, but with much better writing and more variety.
  • Well, duh!
  • General Leonidas Polk - 1864 "The battle went well. So well... we thought it was over after the first hour. Then, out of the clouds came the dactyls. The damned yankees had bred them for temperment. None were guns hy. They dive bombed our front lines with a tenacity I've never seen. In each claw held a firebomb of unconventional design. Our boys never stood a chance. Most soldiers ran at first sight of the horrible beasts. Others stood frozen with fear. Those were the ones who died. I have petitioned Jefferson Davis for our own fleet of dactyls. As of yet my letters have gone unanswered...."
  • From the Journal of Lieutenant Austentatious Polygamy the seventy-eleventh Julember 34th, 1864 Far be it for us to succumb to these devils from the skies with all their high and mighty deviltry without a rip-roarin Yankee roast. Today we roasted Roger Clemens. Jimmy Kimmel's pious barbs cut like bean-rations on a Georgia fortnight. Even Carrot-Top solicited gay guffaws from our bedraggled and odd-limbed battalion, although his step-father beat him soundly about the ears for removing yon seat lid from the family outhouse for such tomfoolery. Clem could scarce contain his mortification. O diary, these days will one day be trumped by ye olde mighty bats that plague us so. Forescore and something, I suppose. As Eddie Griffen quoth: "I'm out bitches!" P.S. Clemens was as delicious as an Atlanta sunset with a whore feeding me grapes in it.
  • If this doesn't become an award-winning graphic novel, I'll never trust our artistic monkeys again.
  • "Dearest Mama, Life in the civil war is hard and the grits is waxy day in and day out. Corporal Maxihut's men fired on the biggest bird I ever seen yesterday, and it is truly a testament to god's creation that such a wonder can exist at all. We ate it with beans and some kind of reddish brown sauce, then all of us danced a jig to our authentic folk-music which will someday be available on compact disc to those who donate 50$ to their local PBS station. I sure hope I don't die tomorrow. Your son, Jeb" The next day, Jeb was among the thousands of 12 year old boys killed in the battle of Wavy Creek. posted by Nickdanger at 01:03AM UTC on May 29, 2007 *slow pan across a grainy photo to a upended pan of beans* posted by middleclasstool at 01:45AM UTC on May 29, 2007 Thanks to you both for today's Laugh of the Day.
  • You only get one.
  • That picture made me choke! TUM's, I mean.