Know-it-all Bavarians!
Got into it with the Romanian last night.
He was apparently talking more of his nonsense to the young phone-loving guard, who then paged me and asked if the stuff the guy was saying was true.
"No, they haven't found evidence of crustaceous life on the moon. No, they haven't determined that there are two tonnes of biomass on Mars that have produced methane in the atmosphere to the tune of 5-11 parts per million. No, there is no evidence of life elsewhere in the universe."
And so on.
The guy heard me, and started quoting pseudo-science at me. "They've found life on meteors in Antarctica that is silicon-based!" Along with the aforementioned claims of life on the moon and Mars.
I realize that this sounds silly, but when you're three guys in a deserted complex in the middle of a slow-dragging night, these conversations are the height of not-dropping-dead-from-boredom.
On and on with claims like this, and I kept asking "Who's they? Quote some sources. And if there was evidence of life that originated elsewhere in the universe it would be front page news, and it would be a hot topic in various scientific journals (other than, like, The National Enquirer)."
"This Italian scientist, who's the top guy (he loves saying "top", by the way. Top of the line is how he describes his computer, and top _____ when he means chief or best) for the European Space Agency's probe to Mars right now said it."
"Uh, who and where?"
"Man, I read it and heard it!"
"Great! Where?"
"I can't remember right now, but if you'll give me your email address I'll send you links to the information."
"Wait, you just got internet access not two days ago. Your computer is brand new too. You can't have just found this information and bookmarked it, otherwise you'd be able to tell me where you found it. What gives?"
"I'll go home and do some research, and send you the information."
"I can go Google stuff too, I'm asking where you heard this stuff."
And those last two lines became a repeating refrain for a solid half hour. :P
Finally it turns out that the only place he'd ever heard this stuff was on the radio program he listens to for a couple of hours each night. The one that talks about remote viewing, ice-melting aliens, HAARP being about weather control, and disguised orbital weapons platforms causing tsunamis.
"You know that that radio show isn't really a creditable source, right? I mean, that could be me on there, saying I'm the top Italian scientist from the ESA and then going on to tell you about how we're inserting amphibian genes into people through flu shots."
Then, if you can believe it, he adopted his "sly expression" and started talking about secret societies pulling the collective puppet strings of humanity, and how there's a whole body of knowledge that's being kept from most.
Of course, he's in the know on some of this he's sanctimoniously happy to inform me. Also, I think he mentioned the Illuminati. You know, that group that supposedly has been controlling the world for thousands of years but really was formed in Bavaria in the nineteenth century and never did anything? Bah.
On another note, more people at work are greeting me by name. Some of them are even coming out of their way to say hello to me, and ask how my weekend went.
This is no less creepy to me than it was before, as I don't wear a nametag, and I'm not listed in any directory except as "Security". So how do all of these people that I don't know know who I am?
For fear of looking even dumber than my clip-on tie already makes me look, I haven't asked any of them, but I have asked a few of the peeps that I do know if there was an email or something sent out about me. Just like I did a couple of weeks ago.
No email, and they're as mystified (or seem to be) as I am.
I'm normally pretty paranoid, but this is sending my levels through the roof. Maybe it's a psych test. :P
Hey! Maybe the site is a redoubt of the Illuminati! That explains it!
Interesting headlines I noticed on Yahoo:
Italian town of Vicenza imposes week-long car ban.
Russian Lawmakers Targets Jewish Groups.
Most thoughtful thing I've read lately: a paraphrase of Chief Seattle's letter to the government of the US when they inquired into purchasing some tribal lands around about 1852.
"The President in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the sky? The land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?
Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every meadow, every humming insect. All are holy in the memory and experience of my people.
We know the sap which courses through the trees as we know the blood that courses through our veins. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters. The bear, the deer, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadow, the body heat of the pony, and man, all belong to the same family.
The shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you our land, you must remember that it is sacred. Each ghostly reflection in the clear waters of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.
The rivers are our brothers. They quench our thirst. They carry our canoes and feed our children. So you must give to the rivers the kindness you would give any brother.
If we sell you our land, remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh. The wind also gives our children the spirit of life. So if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow flowers.
Will you teach your children what we have taught our children? That the earth is our mother? What befalls the earth befalls all the sons of the earth.
This we know: the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.
One thing we know: our god is also your god. The earth is precious to him and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator.
Your destiny is a mystery to us. What will happen when the buffalo are all slaughtered? The wild horses tamed? What will happen when the sercret corners of the forest are heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills is blotted by talking wires? Where will the thicket be? Gone! Where will the eagle be? Gone! And what is it to say goodbye to the swift pony and the hunt? The end of living and the beginning of survival.
When the last Red Man has vanished with his wilderness and his memory is only the shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie, will these shores and forests still be here? Will there be any of the spirit of my people left?
We love this earth as a newborn loves its mother's heartbeat. So, if we sell you our land, love it as we have loved it. Care for it as we have cared for it. Hold in your mind the memory of the land as it is when you receive it. Preserve the land for all children and love it, as God loves us all.
As we are part of the land, you too are part of the land. This earth is precious to us. It is also precious to you. One thing we know: there is only one God. No man, be he Red Man or White Man, can be apart. We are brothers, after all."
He was apparently talking more of his nonsense to the young phone-loving guard, who then paged me and asked if the stuff the guy was saying was true.
"No, they haven't found evidence of crustaceous life on the moon. No, they haven't determined that there are two tonnes of biomass on Mars that have produced methane in the atmosphere to the tune of 5-11 parts per million. No, there is no evidence of life elsewhere in the universe."
And so on.
The guy heard me, and started quoting pseudo-science at me. "They've found life on meteors in Antarctica that is silicon-based!" Along with the aforementioned claims of life on the moon and Mars.
I realize that this sounds silly, but when you're three guys in a deserted complex in the middle of a slow-dragging night, these conversations are the height of not-dropping-dead-from-boredom.
On and on with claims like this, and I kept asking "Who's they? Quote some sources. And if there was evidence of life that originated elsewhere in the universe it would be front page news, and it would be a hot topic in various scientific journals (other than, like, The National Enquirer)."
"This Italian scientist, who's the top guy (he loves saying "top", by the way. Top of the line is how he describes his computer, and top _____ when he means chief or best) for the European Space Agency's probe to Mars right now said it."
"Uh, who and where?"
"Man, I read it and heard it!"
"Great! Where?"
"I can't remember right now, but if you'll give me your email address I'll send you links to the information."
"Wait, you just got internet access not two days ago. Your computer is brand new too. You can't have just found this information and bookmarked it, otherwise you'd be able to tell me where you found it. What gives?"
"I'll go home and do some research, and send you the information."
"I can go Google stuff too, I'm asking where you heard this stuff."
And those last two lines became a repeating refrain for a solid half hour. :P
Finally it turns out that the only place he'd ever heard this stuff was on the radio program he listens to for a couple of hours each night. The one that talks about remote viewing, ice-melting aliens, HAARP being about weather control, and disguised orbital weapons platforms causing tsunamis.
"You know that that radio show isn't really a creditable source, right? I mean, that could be me on there, saying I'm the top Italian scientist from the ESA and then going on to tell you about how we're inserting amphibian genes into people through flu shots."
Then, if you can believe it, he adopted his "sly expression" and started talking about secret societies pulling the collective puppet strings of humanity, and how there's a whole body of knowledge that's being kept from most.
Of course, he's in the know on some of this he's sanctimoniously happy to inform me. Also, I think he mentioned the Illuminati. You know, that group that supposedly has been controlling the world for thousands of years but really was formed in Bavaria in the nineteenth century and never did anything? Bah.
On another note, more people at work are greeting me by name. Some of them are even coming out of their way to say hello to me, and ask how my weekend went.
This is no less creepy to me than it was before, as I don't wear a nametag, and I'm not listed in any directory except as "Security". So how do all of these people that I don't know know who I am?
For fear of looking even dumber than my clip-on tie already makes me look, I haven't asked any of them, but I have asked a few of the peeps that I do know if there was an email or something sent out about me. Just like I did a couple of weeks ago.
No email, and they're as mystified (or seem to be) as I am.
I'm normally pretty paranoid, but this is sending my levels through the roof. Maybe it's a psych test. :P
Hey! Maybe the site is a redoubt of the Illuminati! That explains it!
Interesting headlines I noticed on Yahoo:
Italian town of Vicenza imposes week-long car ban.
Russian Lawmakers Targets Jewish Groups.
Most thoughtful thing I've read lately: a paraphrase of Chief Seattle's letter to the government of the US when they inquired into purchasing some tribal lands around about 1852.
"The President in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the sky? The land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?
Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every meadow, every humming insect. All are holy in the memory and experience of my people.
We know the sap which courses through the trees as we know the blood that courses through our veins. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters. The bear, the deer, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadow, the body heat of the pony, and man, all belong to the same family.
The shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you our land, you must remember that it is sacred. Each ghostly reflection in the clear waters of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water's murmur is the voice of my father's father.
The rivers are our brothers. They quench our thirst. They carry our canoes and feed our children. So you must give to the rivers the kindness you would give any brother.
If we sell you our land, remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh. The wind also gives our children the spirit of life. So if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow flowers.
Will you teach your children what we have taught our children? That the earth is our mother? What befalls the earth befalls all the sons of the earth.
This we know: the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.
One thing we know: our god is also your god. The earth is precious to him and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator.
Your destiny is a mystery to us. What will happen when the buffalo are all slaughtered? The wild horses tamed? What will happen when the sercret corners of the forest are heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills is blotted by talking wires? Where will the thicket be? Gone! Where will the eagle be? Gone! And what is it to say goodbye to the swift pony and the hunt? The end of living and the beginning of survival.
When the last Red Man has vanished with his wilderness and his memory is only the shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie, will these shores and forests still be here? Will there be any of the spirit of my people left?
We love this earth as a newborn loves its mother's heartbeat. So, if we sell you our land, love it as we have loved it. Care for it as we have cared for it. Hold in your mind the memory of the land as it is when you receive it. Preserve the land for all children and love it, as God loves us all.
As we are part of the land, you too are part of the land. This earth is precious to us. It is also precious to you. One thing we know: there is only one God. No man, be he Red Man or White Man, can be apart. We are brothers, after all."
posted by Rimmy at 19:16
4 Comments:
That was a nice thought. :)
oh and by the way...Paranoia is simply knowing all the facts...so worry not ;)
Got to worry - there are lines of influence running through the entire population of the place that I'm unaware of and unable to see. So if they've got a hidden camera set up in an office and they've emailed a clip of me scratching my ass to everybody, I'd kind of like to know it. :P
So. Don't scratch your ass anywhere there might be a hidden camera. ;)
-Uber Smelter
I've seen some of the cameras that my own company installs, so I wouldn't be surprised if there's already a camera in my pants. :P
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