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Heinrich Bimmler? From Minehead? I have no idea why the TSA would be interested in him. After all, he wasn't the head of the Gestapo for 10 years... I mean, 5 years... I mean never.

Or a type WE tin penis.

yeah, but the real question is, could he have brought home the gold for australia?

The snout looks like it's not really part of the animal. I'd say burn it, but we better ask Sir Bedevere to be sure.

Yes, and it adds the wooden rabbit font, too.

"Does anyone find it strange that no caveman decided to draw a HUGE monstrous death machine roaming the lands? I mean, not ONE SINGLE MENTION anywhere in all of human culture until we discovered their bones?"

"That's because they were scared shitless"

MAYNARD
He must have died while carving it.
BEDEVERE
              Oh, come on.
BROTHER MAYNARD
              That's what it says.
ARTHUR
              But if he was dying, he wouldn't bother to carve "Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh".
              He'd just say it.
BROTHER MAYNARD
              It's down there carved in stone.
GALAHAD
              Perhaps he was dictating.
ARTHUR
              Shut up.

http://www.intriguing.com/mp/_scripts/mp-holy.asp

If they were moved to draw pictures of prey, I'm sure they'ed also draw pictures of predators, but they'ed wait until after the predator had passed (or carried off uncle Ug) before doing it.

You have to wonder though, was the art MEANT as art, or as a playbook. The drawing could indicate the initial layout of people surrounding the animal, then then perhaps the chief would trace patterns for each person with his finger to show people how to move rather than everyone moving is a straight line towards the animal.

Then again, if that's the case, there's no T. Rex or other predators if the chief didn't think the odds of getting them were enough to justify drawing them.

Maybe it's this.

That would be Concorde I believe. Although his exact words were "message for you sir".

(people took more care of the language in those days)

... backing that claim up with hard evidence would have been easy (that's the legendary blood-thirsty rabbit of Caerbannog in case you are wondering)

...to point out that, in these days of mass panic over the current (relatively harmless to humans) H5N1 avian flu virus, there is but one cry we all think of.... "Bring out yer dead!" (For non-UK readers: a tabloid panic over bird flu has just swept the country - hundreds of tabloid hacks have cottoned onto the notion of an inevitable pandemic leading to mass graves, collapse of society as the economy grinds to a halt, etc, and totally failed to understand the connection between the current bird flu epidemic, and the potential future human pandemic. Retroviruses are such pesky buggers...

Wafer-thin, like a mint.

http://www.intriguing.com/mp/_scripts/blackmai.asp Monty Python's Blackmail Skit. The Brits already had that idea in a gameshow format.

copied and pasted from
http://www.intriguing.com/mp/_scripts/peasant.asp

Title: The Peasants
From: Monty Python and the Holy Grail
Transcribed By: Malcolm Dickinson ( CLARINET@YALEVM.BITNET )

Arthur and his trusty servant Patsy "ride" into a field where peasants are
working. They come up behind a cart which is being dragged by a hunched-over
peasant in ragged clothing. Patsy slows as they near the cart.

Arthur: Old Woman!

The peasant turns around, revealing that he is in fact a man.

Man: Man!
Arthur: Man, sorry.... What knight lives in that castle over there?
Man: I'm thirty-seven!
Arthur: (suprised) What?
Man: I'm thirty-seven! I'm not old--
Arthur: Well I can't just call you "man"...
Man: Well you could say "Dennis"--
Arthur: I didn't know you were called Dennis!
Man: Well, you didn't bother to find out, did you?!
Arthur: I did say sorry about the "old woman", but from behind, you looked--
Man: Well I object to your...you automatically treat me like an inferior!
Arthur: Well I *am* king...
Man: Oh, king, eh, very nice. And 'ow'd you get that, eh?
(he reaches his destination and stops, dropping the cart)
By exploiting the workers! By 'angin' on to outdated imperialist dogma
which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society.
If there's ever going to be any progress,--
Woman: Dennis! There's some lovely filth down 'ere!
(noticing Arthur) Oh! 'Ow'd'ja do?
Arthur: How do you do, good lady. I am Arthur, king of the Britons. Whose
castle is that?
Woman: King of the 'oo?
Arthur: King of the Britons.
Woman: 'Oo are the Britons?
Arthur: Well we all are! We are all Britons! And I am your king.
Woman: I didn't know we 'ad a king! I thought we were autonomous collective.
Man: (mad) You're fooling yourself! We're living in a dictatorship! A
self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes--
Woman: There you go, bringing class into it again...
Man: That's what it's all about! If only people would--
Arthur: Please, *please*, good people, I am in haste! WHO lives in that
castle?
Woman: No one lives there.
Arthur: Then who is your lord?
Woman: We don't have a lord!
Arthur: (spurised) What??
Man: I *told* you! We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune! We're taking
turns to act as a sort of executive-officer-for-the-week--
Arthur: (uninterested) Yes...
Man: But all the decisions *of* that officer 'ave to be ratified at a
special bi-weekly meeting--
Arthur: (perturbed) Yes I see!
Man: By a simple majority, in the case of purely internal affairs--
Arthur: (mad) Be quiet!
Man: But by a two-thirds majority, in the case of more major--
Arthur: (very angry) BE QUIET! I *order* you to be quiet!
Woman: "Order", eh, 'oo does 'e think 'e is?
Arthur: I am your king!
Woman: Well I didn't vote for you!
Arthur: You don't vote for kings!
Woman: Well 'ow'd you become king then?
(holy music up)
Arthur: The Lady of the Lake-- her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite,
held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by
divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. THAT is why
I am your king!
Man: (laughingly) Listen: Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords
is no basis for a system of government! Supreme executive power
derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some... farcical
aquatic ceremony!
Arthur: (yelling) BE QUIET!
Man: You can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some
watery tart threw a sword at you!!
Arthur: (coming forward and grabbing the man) Shut *UP*!
Man: I mean, if I went 'round, saying I was an emperor, just because some
moistened bink had

I could be agreeing donating my left nut to Microsoft but that doesn't mean I'm going to.

Tell that to this guy...

I could be agreeing donating my left nut to Microsoft but that doesn't mean I'm going to.

Tell that to this guy...

Sure you can. Because it does. Otherwise people who overate by 1 calorie every day would get bigger and bigger until they pop like Mr. Creosote.

Your resting metabolic requirement is the number of pounds you weigh times a number usually between 10 and 15, depending on how sedentary your lifestyle is.

Eat more calories and your weight goes up. When your weight goes up, you require more calories to stay there. A stasis point is reached and your weight stabilizes.

Obesity is when that point of stasis is so high that the extra weight causes other medical problems.

I know what I am talking about. I am obese. I have been for probably 20 years. I've gotten a mini medical education on the subject. Your suggestion that matabolic requirements are unrelated to body mass is factually incorrect.

When I cut my arm off, I will be able to bleed out just like the Black Knight in Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
Picture include for the visualizationally challenged.

but it's alphabet soup family of products reads like intrest groups at gay pride parades. J2ME5, J2EE5, JDBC, JWS, JNLP, J2SDk,J2RE, etc.

I like the way many users have visualised the current state of affairs:

Tactical Map

SCO's current position

Relationship with IBM

It may help, but it's not perfect. I know a really smart guy with a PhD in Geology. He's way into astrology. Lot's of educated people believe in weird things, not to mention all those university professors in Rwanda that engaged in some very violent prejudice.

I suppose without scientific education it would be much, much worse, however..

Brian: Can I join your group?

Reg: No. Piss off!

Brian: I didn't want to sell this stuff. It's only a job. I hate the Romans as much as anybody.

Judith: Are you sure?

Brian: Oh, dead sure! I hate the Romans already.

Reg: Listen. If you really wanted to join the P.F.J., you'd have to really hate the Romans.

Brian: I do!

Reg: Oh yeah, how much?

Brian: A lot!

Reg: Right. You're in. Listen. The only people we hate more than the Romans are the fucking Judean People's Front.

PFJ.: Yeah...Splitters!

PFJ: And the Judean Popular People's Front.

Francis: And the Judean Popular People's Front.

PFJ: Yeah. Oh, yeah. Splitters. Splitters...

Loretta: And the People's Front of Judea.

PFJ: Yeah. Splitters. Splitters...

Reg: What?

Loretta: The People's Front of Judea, splitters.

Reg: We're the People's Front of Judea!

Loretta: I thought we were the Popular Front.

Reg: PEOPLE'S FRONT!

Francis: Whatever happened to the Popular Front, Reg?

Reg: He's over there.

PFJ: SPLITTER!

...there are tons of small things out there that we don't call planets precisely because they are smaller: Asteroids!

Asteroids are also called planetoids, which just flips the above comparison on its head -- they're like planets, but they're not exactly like planets. The really amusing thing about this double terminology is the way it confuses Star Trek writers.

Then there's the word planet, from a Greek word that translates literally as "wanderer". All the objects in the sky that move with respect to the stars were originally considered planets. Not including the asteroids, because you can't see an asteroid without a telescope which hadn't been invented yet. But what about the Sun and Moon? These were considered planets too. But not the Earth, because everybody knew that the Earth didn't move. Hey, motion is define in reference to the Earth, how could the Earth move? What is that Copernicus dude taking, anyway?

Incidentally, that's why there are seven days to the week. Each planet that you can see without a telescope (and thus that is actually considered to exist) is dominated by a deity, and each deity has their own special day: Saturn Day, Sun Day, Moon Day, Mars Day, Mercury Day, Jupiter Day, and Venus Day. Most of the names we use in English come from Norse gods that medieval scholars thought were cognate with familiar Roman gods; their logic was a little stretched, but nobody cared, since the Norse religion was already dead, and hadn't involved planet worship anyway.

But I digress. The important point it that all these names are historical relics -- there's no way to be really precise with them. The cover issues we no longer care about, and don't cover issues we do. If you want to be more precise than anybody is in real life, you refer to rocky body, gaseous bodies, and Kuiper objects. But in real life you use familiar terms, because they're, well, familiar. If there are confusions and ambiguities, you take a moment to clear them up ("for the purposes of this discussion, any large body that orbits the sun is a planet; also Greenland is an island, not a continent"), and then you move on to stuff that really matters.

"It's a fair cop" is quite common British slang for getting busted by the cops. I have read in numerous places as well as a published script for the movie and the line is indeed "It's a fair cop".

Call me a nit-picker, but Black Knight clearly states "NONE shall pass", although it's still a likely Tolkien reference. Full description of the scene is here.

For those just down off the tree, the original post talks about Monty Python's 1974 movie Monty Python and the Holy Grail. The movie was recently mentioned by soon-to-be-nearly-knight Bill Gates as being his only source of information on how/why knighthood is given.

you can't have my guts.

200db-> RIP

On an almost-related note regarding the possible future use of military technology audio, apparently the inventor of the world's funniest and lethal joke has disappeared and is assumed to be working for terrorist organizations. Be careful what you listen to, people, this could happen to you!

I don't want to talk to you, no more, you empty-headed animal,food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. You mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.

I think these Bruces would disagree.

"No Pooftahs!"

It just lies on the floor and squirms.
Oh, and it yowls a bit.

Yea, but that would have to be the French space program, not ours...

Yea, but that would have to be the French space program, not ours...

Involuntary laughter from a nearby guard suprises Pilate.

Pilate: Silence! What is all this insolence? You will find yourself in gladiator school vewwy quickly with wotten behaviour like that.

The guard tries to stop giggling. Pilate turns away from him. He is angry.

Brian: Can I go now sir... The Centurion strikes him.
Pilate: Wait till Wansom hears of this!