Explanation: There, just right of center, what is that? The surface of Mars keeps revealing new surprises with the recent discovery of finger-like rock spires. The small nearly-vertical rock outcrops were imaged last month by the robotic Curiosity rover on Mars. Although similar in size and shape to small snakes, the leading explanation for their origin is as conglomerations of small minerals left by water flowing through rock crevices. After these relatively dense minerals filled the crevices, they were left behind when the surrounding rock eroded away. Famous rock outcrops on Earth with a similar origin are called hoodoos. NASA’s Curiosity Rover continues to search for new signs of ancient water in Gale Crater on Mars, while also providing a geologic background important for future human exploration.
This is a scene from The Fountainhead movie. A movie somewhat about Ayn Rand and her book Atlas Shrugged, individual responsibility and things. Gary Cooper and Patricia Neal were the big stars. It doesn’t take a Private Eye to see some symbolism.
A modern Private Eye will find your data. Who wants to pay a pro to make sure the data is gone ? Call Hillary Clinton or beat everything with a hammer.
One hot summer day, a blonde came to town with her dog, tied it under the shade of a tree, and headed into a restaurant for something cold to drink. Twenty minutes later, a policeman entered the restaurant and asked, ‘Who owns the dog tied under that tree outside?’ The blonde said it was hers. ‘Your dog seems to be in heat’, the officer said. The blonde replied, ‘No way. She’s cool ’cause she’s tied up under that shade tree’ The policeman said, ‘No! You don’t understand. Your dog needs to be bred.’ ‘No way,’ said the blonde. ‘My dog doesn’t need bread. She isn’t hungry cause I fed her this morning.’The exasperated policeman said, ‘NO! You don’t understand. Your dog wants to have sex!’ The blonde looked at the cop and said, ‘Well, go ahead. I always wanted a police dog.‘
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Just for the record, I have always been a blonde. I have a sense of humor and still think blonde jokes are funny. I am convinced they are written by brunettes…after all, they have nothing else to do on Saturday nights.