@Sagemind I'm not sure I see the problem with the window. The lighting change appears to be the illumination from the room coming through after the door is blown wider open by the cannon. In fact, you can even see the silhouette of the cannon operator.

The only evidence of fake to me is my prior that this would hurt more than your typical prank.

[EDIT] Actually the bigger tell is the way the scientists moves at the moment the cannon is fired. He sort of rotates in a pretty unnatural way.

This was clearly the most awesome and epic thing I have ever, and will ever witness.

A few comments:

1) Your personal firearms collection is very nice.
2) You do have a well-sculpted body. Kudos.
3) You have obviously never had any sort of combat training in your life, otherwise, you would know that:

a) Grenades have a second safety thumb clip that needs to come off before pulling the pin
b) you don't put grease paint on to blend in and then take your shirt off
c) you apply grease paint in such a way that it's actually effective with darker colors on high-shine areas
d) you don't throw a knife away when you're holding a gun, especially without looking. If you miss, you can't fire another knife.
e) you don't wear reflective material like chain necklaces
f) you don't use 9mm SMGs in open terrain
g) you don't silhouette yourself by standing on top of a cliff
h) you don't rest a weapon on the magazine. It can lead to jamming.
i) you don't need a black mask in broad daylight
j) you don't roll around on the ground whilst firing. You won't hit anything.
k) you don't spin around a corner and immediately fire. You won't hit anything.
l) you don't walk through big bushes. You can't see anything and you will give yourself away.
m) you don't hold a weapon right-handed and look through the left eye.
n) squatting and letting wildlife crawl around you doesn't accomplish anything.
o) you don't fire an automatic weapon with one hand
p) You don't hold fire on full auto without having a weapon fed by a belt.
q) you don't jerk the trigger on a rifle. Your aim will be off.
r) You don't stand in a window to screw a suppressor on. You're easier to see and will get shot. Same as (g).

Other than all that, you're fuckin' awesome.

Oh, it worked, yay!

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Ha, thanks!

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Two great bands! *promote

Ha, thanks!

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Two great bands! *promote

Yea, they were supposedly doing flying kicks at each other, they just forgot the forward momentum part

>> ^arghness:

>> ^residue:
I'm not sure why the felt like playing air-footsies at the end

I think that one of the games showed 2 silhouettes doing a flying kick against each other in the intro, just before overlaying the street fighter logo on it. Could be wrong though, as I can't find any proof from a quick search.

>> ^residue:

I'm not sure why the felt like playing air-footsies at the end


I think that one of the games showed 2 silhouettes doing a flying kick against each other in the intro, just before overlaying the street fighter logo on it. Could be wrong though, as I can't find any proof from a quick search.

@NetRunner. Does the Watchmen even have a moral to teach? Sure, it's political, but a moral? Who cares either way, I suppose.

The fundamental difference is within the agenda of an interest group aimed at social engineering children vs. an author writing a political narrative. You seem to think somehow I'm trying to censor people or trying to enact a law to combat them, which is simply not the case, and quite frankly a pedestrian effort at a smear. I thought Mark Evanier's blog entry above was interesting and worth continuing the exposition, so I did because the nature of interest groups trying to secretly influence children is insidious and worthy of note, in my opinion.

It's not that it's solely aimed at kids; it's because of the hidden agenda to socially engineer us through repetitive indoctrination. Repetition is how children learn, and it's irresponsible of them to decide what subversive lesson to secretly teach children. If every Saturday morning cartoon taught children to go with the pack, be sheep and not question voices of concert, then think about the indoctrination they then reap upon their minds when they go to public school. We were taught American history as a historical triumph with clinical distance to the shameful parts of it. We were told to stand and cover our hearts for the pledge of allegiance. The presidents of the US were shown to us as nearly godlike champions in which we were to enshrine with our craft paper and glue. I still remember my President Lincoln log cabin I made from paper that had a silhouette of him in the door. We were all forced to make that, by the way. That wasn't something I chose.

That's the issue I take. The one-size-fits-all indoctrination of how to be an uber-citizen by doing what the group tells you is right. This is a horrible message to teach children. This has nothing to do with harmless teamwork and trying to be social and getting along with others. It's about being a cog. That's the issue I take. Clear enough?

NetRunner, How are you confused about the fact that this silhouette was generated by a 3d model of a dancer spinning? The shadow below her gives this fact away. It would be very difficult to create an accompanying shadow to the silhouette if not using a 3d model. They simply did not light the model, and this is what produces the illusory effect. They did light the rest of the environment, however, to make it clear which way she is moving.

MarineGunrock, you have it backwards. Do not pay close attention to the model. Instead, follow the shadow underneath the dancer, which is lit, and therefore gives away depth information. When the shadow of the raised foot appears, that foot must be behind the dancer. If the shadow appeared when the dancer's raised foot was in front, then the light would be in front of the dancer, so the shadow would be behind her, and would not be visible in the image at all.

The real mystery is why this image appears to spin clockwise at all. I can see it, but I don't know how.

>> ^imstellar28:
You really shouldn't be pulling anything out of your pocket around a cop, whether its orange or you are black.


Exactly. If a cop is pointing a gun at me yelling at me to stop and put my hands up, the last thing I'm going to do is reach in my pants/jacket for a wallet, remote control or candy bar.

I'd like to put Michael Moore to a test. Use one of those training targets that rotates to reveal a silhouette of a target. Give him 100 targets, 50 of them will have nothing in their hands, the other 50 will have something in their hands pointing it at you. The challenge will be that one of those 50 with something in its hand will have a real gun and will fire real bullets at you unless you shoot it first.

OK, I don't know how old this video is but they've already dealt with this concern by modifying the visual image so it's too blurred to make out details. The new image just looks like a silhouette. Like standing behind an opaque screen except anything around your body is highlighted.

Funny that they showed this on television with that completely nude guy standing there and everyone acting like there was nothing to notice.

"Yerhar...that's not a bomb, those are just his bawls! Let him pass."

Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did
I've got what I paid for now
see ya tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow
a couple of bucks from you, to go
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing
Matilda with me

I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley
and I'm tired of all these soldiers here
no one speaks English, and everything's broken
and my Stacys are soaking wet
to go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me

now the dogs are barking
and the taxi cab's parking
a lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me
you tore my shirt open
and I'm down on my knees tonight
Old Bushmill's I staggered, you buried the dagger in
your silhouette window light to go
waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing
Matilda with me

now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her and the one-armed bandit knows, and the maverick Chinamen, and the cold-blooded signs
and the girls down by the strip-tease shows go
waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me

no, I don't want your sympathy, the fugitives say that the streets aren't for dreaming now
manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories
they want a piece of the action anyhow go
waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me

and you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor
and the old men in wheelchairs know
that Matilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred
and she follows wherever you may go
waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing
Matilda with me

and it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace
and a wound that will never heal
no prima donna, the perfume is on
an old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
and goodnight to the street sweepers
the night watchman flame keepers
and goodnight to Matilda too

Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did
I've got what I paid for now
see ya tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow
a couple of bucks from you, to go
Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing
Matilda with me

I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley
and I'm tired of all these soldiers here
no one speaks English, and everything's broken
and my Stacys are soaking wet
to go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me

now the dogs are barking
and the taxi cab's parking
a lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me
you tore my shirt open
and I'm down on my knees tonight
Old Bushmill's I staggered, you buried the dagger in
your silhouette window light to go
waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing
Matilda with me

now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her and the one-armed bandit knows, and the maverick Chinamen, and the cold-blooded signs
and the girls down by the strip-tease shows go
waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me

no, I don't want your sympathy, the fugitives say that the streets aren't for dreaming now
manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories
they want a piece of the action anyhow go
waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me

and you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor
and the old men in wheelchairs know
that Matilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred
and she follows wherever you may go
waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing
Matilda with me

and it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace
and a wound that will never heal
no prima donna, the perfume is on
an old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
and goodnight to the street sweepers
the night watchman flame keepers
and goodnight to Matilda too

It's dreamy weather we're on
You waved your crooked wand
Along an icy pond with a frozen moon
A murder of silhouette crows I saw
And the tears on my face
And the skates on the pond
They spell Alice

I disappear in your name
But you must wait for me
Somewhere across the sea
There's a wreck of a ship
Your hair is like meadow grass on the tide
And the raindrops on my window
And the ice in my drink
Baby all I can think of is Alice

Arithmetic arithmetock
Turn the hands back on the clock
How does the ocean rock the boat?
How did the razor find my throat?
The only strings that hold me here
Are tangled up around the pier

And so a secret kiss
Brings madness with the bliss
And I will think of this
When I'm dead in my grave
Set me adrift and I'm lost over there
And I must be insane
To go skating on your name
And by tracing it twice
I fell through the ice
Of Alice

And so a secret kiss
Brings madness with the bliss
And I will think of this
When I'm dead in my grave
Set me adrift and I'm lost over there
And I must be insane
To go skating on your name
And by tracing it twice
I fell through the ice
Of Alice
There's only Alice

Interesting that you should mention the eyes, I will elaborate because it gets even more interesting. The owl was just to my left and a little behind me, so I only peripherally glimpsed (with one eye) his flapping silhouette against the twilight as he landed some distance away. I now re-estimate it to be much less that 100 meters, more like that in feet actually.

I scanned the branches once I realized it was too cold for moths, suspecting that it was an owl because of how big it was at a distance. Once I located it, I kept my eyes locked on him as to not lose him, and started to grope my way up the two-story porch and stairs in the back of the house. It's like this...


____| - where my binoculars are
_/__| - first floor porch
_/__| - where I was


Now, the first floor porch is built with 10 inch joists, plus the decking, and the stairs come up through the porch floor. So, in the time that it took me to dart my head past the thickness of the first floor porch to try to re-fix my eye on him he took off and left only that deeply swaying branch. I realized tha he was fixed on my eyes too. So yeah, he won that staring contest .

>> ^ForgedReality:
^Do you lack an eye? How did your depth perception not chime in? O.O
The owl would kick your ass in a staring contest.

I love how the red x over the alien silhouette is always centered on its crotch.

"Do not, under any circumstances, attempt to mate with the non-humans."