Another New Tomb in the Valley of the Kings?

Praxiteles writes "A radar survey in 2000 found KV63, the tomb excavated near King Tutankhamen's tomb earlier this year. (KV stands for Valley of the Kings). Just announced is that this same radar survey shows an image of what appears to be a shaft to another tomb just 15 meters north of KV63. Will radar stratigraphy change the multi-millennial tradition of destructive excavation and open new opportunities in the search for buried treasure?"

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The Milk of the Kings!

[Anonymous Coward]

This is my first trolling, so go easy on me...

Being lactose intolerant myself, I don't really keep up on things like milk prices the way I used to (back when I worked at a 7-11 and was constantly reminded of the price of milk at all the other stores in the area by everyone who thought the minimum-wage making disinterested college punk behind the counter set the price and would somehow benefit from this knowledge). Today I found that a gallon of milk only runs about 4 bucks US - not up too much from way back when - but was shocked and amazed at the way it seems the quality has slipped. Take David Sticher's recent traumatizing experience for example:

I ordered a gross of these containers last week and they have just arrived today. They were each filled to the top with the strangest white substance, but there appears to be some sort of tamper-proof seal on each container's top to prevent the liquid's leakage. Of course, I know not exactly if these tops are, in literal fact, "tamper-proof" - instead of touching the accursed things, I have taken to hiding behind my windows and fitfully peering at them through the blinds - but I would imagine that no one would dare imprison such filth without a modicum of security in their foul investment, and as this is such good reasoning on a topic so difficult as to probably inspire other, lesser guesses, we may comfortably take my thoroughly well-reasoned imaginings as long-established fact, and I would furthermore postulate that my well-reasoned imaginings are so thoroughly factual as to now appear in all manner of books to be read by the intelligent and the yearning-to-be. That said, the gross of containers still sits on my lawn, still filled, not yet moving - or doing anything else. God only knows what that "else" may be, or when it shall come. The flatmate above my basement mutters strange talk of "cheese" and "rotting" in relation to these containers. I am saddened; quickly, endless terror seizes upon me and threatens to swallow me whole. Clearly, the liquid creates madness, and as he is ceased upon by this liquid madness, I must remain here, in my basement apartment, surrounded on all sides by my totems, by my protective symbols, and by what must be now hundreds of little Post-Its reminding me not to look out the window at the angel-white madness-jugs. But curses. Here I am looking at them. As for you, dear reader, I ask that you not only never order these containers, but that you also send me $5, for I have no job and no one wishes to publish my tome. It is a spy novel about magic and how I am magical myself, and it is very good.

C. Holt describes his moment of revelation:

So I was minding my own business, and this homeless guy comes running up to me, screaming, "Breast feeding is CANNIBALISM! IT'S CANNIBALISM! YAAAAAAAARGH!" Then he runs off down the street. I watch him for a little bit -- my head cocked slightly to the side, kind of like a confused dog -- marveling at his manic dedication, like Charleton Heston in Soylent Green, as he frantically delivered his message to anybody who'd listen. I thought about it for a moment. "Hmmm. Breast feeding? Cannibalism?" Then I finally concluded, "Ya know what. He's right." I wanted to thank the guy, but a black van suddenly pulled up next to him. Two large men in suits and sunglasses jumped out, grabbed the unfortunate hero, tossed him in the van -- he managed to scream one last time, "breastfeeding is cannibalism!" -- and drove him away, never to be seen again. Oh well. I suppose that's what happens with all heroes. But I'll make sure his crusade won't be in vain. If I ever have children, I'll feed them Tuscan Whole Milk right from the start.

Eric Holtaus also writes:

If you receive an package containing "Tuscan Whole Milk", discard it immediately. Do not open it. Keep it away from small children and the elderly. It will not only erase everything on your hard drive, but it will also delete anything on disks

Trollish write-up

[OriginalArlen]

-1 Troll for the silly (but apparently mandatory, these days) 'buried treasure' feedline, just to give all the lame Tomb Raider jokers something to hang their crap from.

(off-topic) I wish Slashdot had qualitative scoring for posts, instead of a simple 0-5 points scale of bad->good. I read at +5 because I remembered one day that I had other things to do with my life than read every comment. Unfortunately a lot of pretty lame gags, and equally glib dinner-party received opinions get modded up. Most of the humour is just crap; I usually know the dinner-party type arguments and counterarguments on the typical /. controversies. What I like are authoratative comments (the type that begin "Why, yes, I am a rocket scientst" (/PhD in molecular biologist / have an MBA from INSEAD / was head of infrastructure at ISP FooCom, or whatever...), plus pointers to other interesting and relevant stuff (other papers in the field, summaries of current consensu, etc) ... and some personal anecdotes (thought I dowish people would remember that "data" is not the plural of "anecdote". And I wish people would sometimes stop and think "hey, I wonder if these incredibly intelligent over-educated specialists in the field of [FOO] have perhaps thought of my [idea / objection / suggestion / problem with their approach / reason why it won't work] already? After all, it took me 15 seconds to read the writeup and think of it, and they've been working in the field for 30 years...

Some tombs to clear

[Anonymous Coward]

Great! I need to get my Amazon up to level 25 so I can start doing Baal runs.

Re:What??

[JakusMinimus]

Maybe, but "Lara Croft, Radar Stratigrapher" just doesn't have that ring to it.

I don't know ... ever work in a lab environment with females? Yeah, that's right! It is inevitable that a boob (maybe even two at once!) is gonna brush up against you at some time or another. Oh, sweet bliss.

So "Lara Croft, Radar Stratigrapher" the game isn't likey to be very popular as I imagine it is hard to design a game in a labratory setting where the payoffs range from brushing up against feminine charms to discovering heretofor unknown tombs in Egypt. But, I bet "Lara Croft, Radar Stratigrapher" (or a reasonable facsimile thereof) would be a welcome "sight" in the Radar Stratigraphy lab. =)

Hehe...

[Jugalator]

Each time I hear about Valley of the Kings, I start thinking of the end area of Act 2 in Diablo 2. :-p
Sure, it's Valley of the Magi, but still. I think I played that game too much...