It remains unclear to me whether they sampled from all parts of the giant. If not, it seems quite possible that a giant was constructed in the late Saxon period, but that it might have been embellished in later years, particularly if it had been neglected and deteriorated over time. That could explain some written accounts that don't mention the Giant, while later ones do -- the old, barely visible giant was "retconned" into a political cartoon.
I drove through that area about 5 years ago, and in towns like Brawley, maybe 10 miles away, there was a distinct "open sewer" smell. If that's a natural geological phenomenon, as the article implies, it's unlike any I've heard of elsewhere. Maybe folks in agricultural communities are more used to such things, but it was distinctly more unpleasant than a simple manure smell -- which I more happily associate with things like zoos and circuses.
I don't imagine you'd want something you could only steer by leaning to go faster. While it would complicate the whole thing substantially, I think it would be a lot more appealing with parallel twin track units that would respond differentially to the handlebars.
This thing may well have been dangerous, but it's nowhere near the most dangerous playground ride... That I believe I encountered at a game convention at Maryland's Towson State University in 1984. Off a parking area surrounded by classrooms, there were a couple "old-school" monkeybars and rocking horses, as well as what we dubbed "The Banger". It looked like an old spring see-saw, but instead of being anchored on the ground, it swiveled 360ยบ atop a steel post over 7 feet' tall. It was challenging just to climb up onto the thing, in the absence of any rungs or handles, and more difficult still to get it rotating on the post while seated on it, but being a group of idle young men in their late teens and early 20s, we rose to the challenge. It was great fun, and somehow none of us were injured. Just why it was there at all was unclear. I don't recall any obvious signs of a day care center in the area. Towson was and is primarily a teachers' college, so it's possible they ran some sort of daycare facility for training purposes, but I can't imagine it meeting any safety criteria... of course, most little kids interested in playground rides wouldn't have been able to actually reach the thing to ride it or get hurt.
Well, the Litter Genie was presumably inspired by the Diaper Genie, which was for your baby, but I'm sure there've been all sorts of other strange mutations of the concept.
If one still had a vintage Apple II around, I'm doubtful the fresh-out-of-the-bottle color would be a good match for the yellowed condition of its 40-year-old case.
Here's Dr. Walsh's original Archaeology Magazine article on the subject (published back in '08 to coincide with the release of Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull).
Whether or not a precise duplicate of me could be conscious, or believe it was me, would not fundamentally affect the original "me". You could create a duplicate of me, and then destroy it, and I'd be none the wiser. So even if you could create a virtual me, it would no more make me "immortal" than having children does. There are people who might desire such a thing, or consider it somehow beneficial in a business or political context, but it's not the same as immortality for me.
I can absolutely sympathize with wanting to activate "Dogs Always Live", but at the same time I have to wonder why those of us with that sensitivity would want to play this particular game in the first place.
It's speculated, though I'm not sure ever officially confirmed, that newsreel footage of these humorous failures was declassified and made public prior to the invasion specifically to reinforce the idea that it was planned for the more heavily fortified Calais area, rather than Normandy.
Folks with smaller-than-average hands and/or dealing with an unusually wide-mouthed jar face a complication that these various "hacks" don't really address -- what do you do when your fingers don't span wide enough to actually grip the lid? A swivel-type or strap-type oil filter wrench can be had for 6-12 dollars, and may be worth keeping around for such problems even if you don't change your own oil.
Speculation about the colonists having moved in with the Croatoans was going on pretty much from the moment the tree inscription was discovered. There were several search expeditions, but they seem to have been thwarted by distractions and hostile tribes. My suspicion is that either the colonists were "assimilated" hostilely in the first place, or they were wiped out by inter-tribal warfare in the following decades, as certain contemporary tribal accounts imply.
That I believe I encountered at a game convention at Maryland's Towson State University in 1984. Off a parking area surrounded by classrooms, there were a couple "old-school" monkeybars and rocking horses, as well as what we dubbed "The Banger". It looked like an old spring see-saw, but instead of being anchored on the ground, it swiveled 360ยบ atop a steel post over 7 feet' tall. It was challenging just to climb up onto the thing, in the absence of any rungs or handles, and more difficult still to get it rotating on the post while seated on it, but being a group of idle young men in their late teens and early 20s, we rose to the challenge. It was great fun, and somehow none of us were injured.
Just why it was there at all was unclear. I don't recall any obvious signs of a day care center in the area. Towson was and is primarily a teachers' college, so it's possible they ran some sort of daycare facility for training purposes, but I can't imagine it meeting any safety criteria... of course, most little kids interested in playground rides wouldn't have been able to actually reach the thing to ride it or get hurt.