One thing's for sure; George Walton, 67 and a Quaker, was unpopular amongst his neighbors.  Salem State College history professor Emerson Baker has written a book detailing cases of witchcraft hysteria in New England during the colonial period. But objects raining from the sky, from frogs and squids, to things like rocks or slime, have a long history in paranormal studies. 

All of a sudden, late on a moonlit June night, the assault began.

Flying rocks - hundreds of them. Some the size of apples; some weighing as much as 8 pounds; others blazing hot, as if retrieved from a fire.

During the four-hour onslaught, launched by invisible attackers, stones pummeled the tavern walls, coming in like a horizontal rain. They plummeted down the chimney. They seemed to clatter out of nowhere on the ceiling. They shattered windows.

The attack ceased at dawn, but others spontaneously erupted - always rocks, always thrown by unseen hands - over the summer of 1682 on Great Island, a boxy, 512-acre spot of land now known as New Castle, N.H.

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Morbid, yes. Horrifying, sure. But for many centuries it's been said that the heads of victims of decapitation remained conscious for a short time after being separated from their bodies. Here's an account of convicted murderer Languille, executed in 1905 in France:

Here, then, is what I was able to note immediately after the decapitation: the eyelids and lips of the guillotined man worked in irregularly rhythmic contractions for about five or six seconds … I waited for several seconds. The spasmodic movements ceased.

The face relaxed, the lids half closed on the eyeballs, leaving only the white of the conjunctiva visible, exactly as in the dying whom we have occasion to see every day in the exercise of our profession, or as in those just dead.

It was then that I called in a strong, sharp voice: 'Languille!' I saw the eyelids slowly lift up, without any spasmodic contractions … Next Languille's eyes very definitely fixed themselves on mine and the pupils focused themselves … After several seconds, the eyelids closed again, slowly and evenly, and the head took on the same appearance as it had had before I called out.

It was at that point that I called out again and, once more, without any spasm, slowly, the eyelids lifted and undeniably living eyes fixed themselves on mine with perhaps even more penetration than the first time. Then there was a further closing of the eyelids, but now less complete. I attempted the effect of a third call; there was no further movement and the eyes took on the glazed look which they have in the dead.

I have just recounted to you with rigorous exactness what I was able to observe. The whole thing had lasted twenty-five to thirty seconds.

 

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So here is an image i haven't really posted anywhere else before. I think I made it last year when I was doing tons of pen drawings...

Looking at the pen, I cannot see any difference between it and a pen from Tesco. Both have the same amount of ink. Both have the same size and shape of pen body and grip. Both are transparent. Both have a black top, clip, and pushbutton. Both have the same radius of prenib and nib.

So why? Why do companies do this? Who do they employ to write these words? Is there some sort of guru who dubs each revision of pen with its own name? Is there a PILOT SUPER GRIP (S)? I mean, do they have programmers working on little things to crank out random names?

Hey, there's an idea.

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There is also this, in case they weren't cannibals but zombies. Remember, no matter how cute they are, DO NOT FEED THE ZOMBIES!

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BOOB TUBE: An activist takes part in a demonstration at the Hotel Indonesia traffic circle in Central Jakarta on Friday, exhorting passersby to turn their TVs off this Sunday. Organizers say they staged the event to warn the public that most local TV programs hold no educational value for children. (JP/J. Adiguna)

(Taken from the Jakarta Post Headline)

This was one of the headline pictures of the Jakarta Post.

I don't get why it is called BOOB TUBE?

I showed it to my sister, she said it made sense, Boob and Tube.

I still don't get it.

Though I'm technically on 'holidays', the last thing I could do right now is to relax. Currently, I'm writing an analysis report on Indonesia, democracy, cultural imperialism and Islam. It's something that I like, but when I have to type thousands of words along with some ridiculously structured sources, it's become tedious and annoying.

Things on the news have been the same all over again, with news involving an anus and genital dominating the mass media. It's crazy what politics have become.

Anwar's not that bad, at least he's not with a horse.

I'm probably going to be bombarded by the millions of Anwar supporters for saying this, but I really think that Anwar and Saiful (or his back) did have something 'personal' going on. It's my formulated verdict after reading materials, books about Anwar and the Barisan Nasional.

The latest news also came upon Anwar's refusal to provide DNA, in which he defends he did not want his 'DNA' result, to be manipulated, again.

I'm not a big fan of Barisan Nasional, but I do not think they would actually do that. Sure, call this an amateur logic considering on what they did to Altantuya. But, I do not think Barisan Nasional is stupid enough to venture into this scandal AGAIN, if they have no whatsoever assurance to back it up. I also do no think they would have the nerve to actually manipulate the sample considering the worldwide attention it has gotten.

I am wondering, could it be possible if the case was 'handed' to a foreign country? Thus there is no fear of bias or manipulation in the process.

I mean Pakistan did it with the death of Benazir Bhutto, whereby foreign investigators were called to analyze the case, instead of the untrusted Musharraf regime at the time who were the first to examine the death.

If this happens, Anwar should not refuse to give his DNA sample and Saiful, well, I don't exactly know what they do to him. How do you check if Saiful has been sodomized by Anwar? I have this shameful thought in my mind that I don't think I should share.

So I posted a poll on my blog, relating to the sodomy case and as you can probably see, majority think Anwar is innocent. While the second majority say they think he really did it.

Anwar should really be glad he has the charisma to garner large support. If he hasn't, I don't think he'll still be roaming about free now.

100-year Old Mothers.

Nice cap Grandma, er, I mean, mother.

I have this fascination with bio-technology, cells, clones, genes, and you get the drift. So imagine how fascinated I was when I read the news, infertility can soon be 'cured', which literally means women of any age can still get pregnant.

I don't know am I supposed to feel towards this breakthrough. I mean, it's great that women can bare their fetuses anytime, but seeing how people are becoming in the modern world, I think it's more of a problem than it is a help.

We're going to have more BBA (born by accident) cases in the future, and yes, that include our mothers. How scary is that.

Imagine you're 50, and your mother is 80 and pregnant. 50 years gap to my own sibling? That sounds ridiculous. Besides, what sane old woman would want to have a child when they reach 80 or worse, 100?

As a son, I am not emotionally equipped if my mother was to accidentally conceive a baby when she reaches 80. Can you imagine her coming to me one day and telling me she got knocked up?

The paper says the technology will become a reality in 30 years time.

While curing infertility in women is the main point of this breakthrough, the scientists are also using this technique to create, what I call, 'designer babies'.

This means, you can design how your baby is, this includes their color, hair color, height, and even intelligence. Your baby can even have disease-free genes.

As great as it sounds, I think the whole thing is scary.

People can call this progress, but I think we are seriously messing up the world.

There'll be a new sort of discrimination again. This time it will be between the 'designer humans' and the 'normal humans'.

After reading many history books, one thing I have noticed is that; History is doomed to repeat.

We just keep making the same historic mistake over and over again.

What an anal world.

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An internal affairs report says a Daytona Beach police officer demanded free coffee and tea from a Starbucks and threatened employees with slower emergency response times if they refused.

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i guss i am not the best wrighter but what better was to improve then to wright so here i go.

i am not very well know or very well liked but i am me. through all i know through all i can know i am still me. i know i am not the best at 'this or that' but i am the best at being me. so who can do better the thing they are made for the the person made for it?

all i ask is: even though i am me, what can i do to change me to a new me? but am i myself able to change? i progress every day learning something (or so i am told i am learning) but what can i learn to help me change? is their some algebraic equation or series of books i can read that not even make me change but just help?

my whole short life i have been trying to hold on to the last little bit of childhood i have had but even by doing that i am stopping change. but do i really want to change in the way of becoming aware in the world? who in their right mind would want to be aware of all the things going on in this messed up world we live in? do i even? so should i change to become aware or to go back into the shell of protection that is ignorance?

should i try to change? should i not? and even if i did how would i?

yes i know i said a lot of weird rambling things but this is just how i think. tell me how u do.

 

• Sometimes I wait by the phone, while it rings a few times extra, just to appear like I was actually doing something, not just hanging around.

 

• Gazing down from any high(er) building makes me wonder, what would happen if I jumped...not in a "my life is a burden and everyone would be better off if I had never been born" way, but more like "would I dare to sit on that railing?", "would I slip, if I did?", "would it be on purpose?", "how long would it take to reach the ground?", "would I pass out? Would I have enough time to do so?" and my favourite- "how does death feel?" and sometimes I quickly step away from the railing with the slightest bit of fear that one day those thoughts are going to be the end of me.

 

• When I don't have the authority or the guts to insult, snap at, etc. I angrily stick out my tongue, when the person who's pissed me off turns their back , even though I understand how low and lame that is.

 

• In the middle of the winter when I'm standing outside, waiting for the bus, I'd give anything to make the summer start immediately, so I imagine my toes being washed over by warm waves and the sun burning my cheeks so intensely it almost hurts, until a freezing rush of wind shuts down my imagination. In the summer, on the other hand, I dream of that very same cold wind and the snow, which annoyingly finds it's way between one's scarf and neck. Needless to say, I don't have a favourite season.

 

• I think there's a serious medical problem involved, when you forget what you wanted to write, exactly at the moment you pick up a pen and point it towards the paper. It's very contagious and you're probably already infected. It can easily transform into a penphobia, a similar problem has also occurred near keyboards.

 

• Previous statement still stands.

 

• When I really need to get my thoughts off of something (when I'm about to laugh, or already laughing at an inappropriate moment etc.) I go over the dialog of a certain movie in my mind. I haven't needed the trick for ages though. Ever since I started getting french lessons from the most hilarious guy on the planet, I've learned a great deal about controlling laughter. it's a pity...now all I remember from the movie is "Harry, Harry! Open the door!"

 

• When going to a funeral I'm secretly afraid that every little thing is going to make me smile...so I feel awfully guilty.

 

• I still cringe when something too erotic comes on, while watching tv with my parents. It's ironic that having one's parents and any kind of sexual content within the same line of thought seams like the most unnatural thing, when one wouldn't be here without parents in sexual context. Kind of insulting that the evolution assumed that we, people, need constant reminding in order to avoid incest.

 

• Every time I close a bottle, I have to check whether it's not leaking by turning it over and shaking it for a few seconds like a silly little OCD wanna-be. The great part is that a friend, who once asked me about it, is now unwillingly doing the same thing. She hates me for it.

• Being at home has its own advantages and disadvantages. You are answerable all the time. Its not that its bad but it gets on your nerves at times specially when you are used to live on your own from such a long time. And yes, you are subjected to all the Balaji soaps and the lame Hindi News channels. I was forced to watch "Kyunki Saas bhi kabhi bahu thi" last week because usually that was the time I entered home from work. I don't have words to describe how I felt. Maybe this image would help.

• While I am on Balaji, I saw the promos of Ekta's take on the Sacred Indian Epic of Mahabharat titled - Kkkkahaney hamarey Mahabhaaaaaaarat kaaayeeee (Please correct me if the spellings are wrong. I think I got them correct with a lot of difficulty). I had huge hopes from the serial as I liked the promos and was almost sure that Ekta had done something sensible for the first time in her entire pain-in-the-ass-and-brain career. I saw 4 episodes and again I have no words. The same irritating background score and the same 10,000-shots-from-different-angles-in-different-colours. Believe me, it was BLASPHEMOUS.

• I called up Vodafone customer care today to activate my password for online payment of my mobile bill. The first thing which I found really odd was that the Customer care representative was talking in Hindi. Well, what if I don't know Hindi? What if I am from Tamil Nadu? I faced a similar problem when I was in Chennai. The representatives started the call in Tamil and then I had to ask them to shut up and speak in English. Is it not common sense? Or am I missing something? And, boy, the number of times the representative said - "Mujhe aapki sahayta karne main khushi hogi(I would be happy to help you)", was amazing. In a 3 minute call, he said that atleast 8 times!!!
• According to a News channel, CBI has hit a dead end in Aarushi's Murder case. There is no evidence left which pretty much means that the criminals might never be caught. What a shame!!! And the way the channel was presenting the story was even more pathetic. The way the readers/commentators stress each and every word, I won't be surprised if someday one of them will end up with a ruptured blood vessel. And we have better one liners in our C grade Hindi movies.

• The reality shows are another holy pain in my ass. I have lost count of the number of such shows I have been subjected to these days. Junoon, Sa Re Ga Ma Pa, Star Voice of India, The great Indian Laughter Challenge, Ek se Bhadkar Ek, Kaun Banega Superstar(which thankfully ended last week), Dus Ka dum, Kya aap panchwi...whatever etc etc etc. With an exception of Junoon which is giving a chance to our folk singers to come ahead and where you can listen to songs filled with Ragas, I loathe all of them. And do watch Sa Re Ga Ma Pa, just to experience the sheer torture of watching Himesh. The way that guy keeps on blabbering, I am seriously thinking of going in the show and pouring fevicol in his mouth as an act of kindness towards mankind.
• Its horrifying the way the population of Delhi drive. There is so much honking and abusive language that I was shocked. Since I am coming late now a days, so I generally come home by the office cab and the blaring horns just make me wish that I was deaf. People play with car horn as a newborn would play with his father's laptop after being told not to do so. And why is everyone so angry and ready to fight? Why are we so afraid of each other? Why can't we smile?
  

• I have started wondering if people get married because they want to get married or because family/friends want them to get married? I think there is a huge difference between the two. Most of the people just bend under the sheer pressure even when they are not ready. Getting married just to please your family and your friends who keep on asking the same question every time is not the right reason. I am going through this and the pressure is getting on my nerves. I know that this is not the right time for me, but the questions have started to bug me. I am afraid that I will snap one day and end up giving someone a royal chunk of my mind. CAN I LEAD MY GODDAMN LIFE MY OWN GODDAMN WAY??

• Is it not ironical that all this is happening on a planet which we can't point out in the last picture pasted above? Earthlings(including me) are so much in awe of themselves, I must say!!! :D And I think the Geek Wrestler should surely give up his idea of ruling the tiny winy planet and think of something big. :P Oh, by the way, I stole the idea of this post from his blog. :P
  
• I wonder if the German officer would still have asked Sophie to make the choice if he would have seen the five pictures above. I wonder if he would have asked himself - What the hell am I doing?
  

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Egyre furább kajákat eszek meg. A reggelim pl. egy 'Euromaister' névre keresztelt joghurt(?) volt kis focilabdákra emlékeztetó golyókkal(?). Ehető volt, de biztos tele van E0101301-el.

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West Hollywoodish cranky fat girl needs a push...

Date: 2008-07-16, 3:41PM 

My boobs are having a race with my belly and I think my boobs are losing which means it's time for me to start walking or exercising or getting off the couch which I do seem to do often, only to eat some really good taco truck burrito at approximately 2am and then pass out.

 Which I know is like the worst thing ever when you're trying not to let your belly surpass your boobs. I've got a well stocked iPod. I've got the walking shoes. I've got the sunscreen. What I don't have is any remote sort of motivation to put the three together and move my ass. 

Here's where you come in, hopefully soon. You are going to be any of the following: a totally beautiful LA 10 bitch with a perfect body who steals boyfriends and won't be caught dead in anything less than a Maserati; a really sexy tattoo anorexic-chic punk rock model boy who would rather get a tattoo on his scrotal sac than acknowledge my presence; a fat chick who feels like shit and wants to lose weight but would rather stuff her face and squeeze her back fat; a fat guy who wants to put down the beer and weed and find out if there some muscle under all that pudge. 

If you are the beautiful bitch or anorexic model boy you will show me pictures of your free trip to Europe with your sugar momma/daddy and I will think about how long it's been since I've had a vacation that didn't involve my parents and frickin' Circus Circus and I will become so insanely jealous that I will start exercising. In turn I will help you understand that fat is not contagious and being an asshole will cause wrinkles. If you are a fat girl or guy I will relate to you and we will inspire each other to work out and eat healthy foods and stop being so fucking fat. Or we'll be total losers and go eat at Hometown Buffet and that might be equally satisfying. Please be in the general area of West Hollywoodish. I'm not walking past any fast food establishments. 

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