Man re-gains consciousness after 19-year-coma

[Guest Mnytime]

Was guessing on the Shark. I couldn't remember what it was and had no idea what type of water. Just went with the old stand-by of Great White.

1. Batavia

2. James Brooke

3. Gigantopithecus blackie (sp) They ate carbohydrates?

4. Because of a Portuguese missionaire called de Rhodes (sp)

5. Lakota Hunkpape (sp) By the way he was Sitting Bull's brother. I believe he died of old age on some Reservation.

Dude, as hard as it is to believe I do have a life still. I don't sit in front of the Puter 24/7.

Edited July 10, 2003 by Mnytime

[connoisseur series500]

Mny, you should know me by now and my jokes!

I think you've got a superb general knowledge.

OK answers:

1. Correct

2. Correct

3. Yes, it was gigantopithecus and their main diet was likely bamboo shoots. In fact, their extinction was probably due to the fact that they depended upon bamboo which with the cooperation of the giant panda they depleted, particularly in VN.

4. Portugese missionary, yes. You've outdone me as I didn't know the fellow's name.

5. Correct tribe. The second part of my question is flawed in that after looking it up in order to make sure my facts were correct, I discovered that the cause of his death is in dispute. The answer I was looking for was that he overdosed on anti-fat potion. He apparantly took the prescribed doses and after seeing that it had no effect, he swallowed the whole bottle. Other accounts state that he died from falling off a wagon, and another account simply states that he died of his old wounds. So who knows?

Very good. You are the knowledge champ!!! Three cheers: hip, hip.....hoorey! hip, hip.....hoorey! hip, (cough!) hip! (cough! cough!--I'm getting too old to do this! hoorey!!

Edited July 10, 2003 by connoisseur series500

[Guest Mnytime]

Very good.  You are the knowledge champ!!!    Three cheers: hip, hip.....hoorey!  hip, hip.....hoorey!  hip, (cough!) hip! (cough! cough!--I'm getting too old to do this! hoorey!!

I would like to thank the Academy for this award! With it and a few dollars I can get a cup of coffee.

By the way, I believe Bamboo Shoots can be categorized under carbohydrates.

Another thing, isn't the Legend supposed to be that Gall was the one that killed Custer?

Edited July 10, 2003 by Mnytime

[jacman]

[chris olivarez]

Well Custer had a lot of damn Gall but I also heard that Rain In The Face and Joseph White Bull cut Custer's military career short.

[Aggie87]

Gary Numan's just back in the UK charts too ....... after a gap of about 20 years since his last chart single     

Let me guess, is it "Cars - the 2003 techno industrial remix"?

How many times has he re-done that tune?

Edited July 10, 2003 by Aggie87

[Alexander]

I've got one:

Who wrote the following lines:

Busy old fool, unruly sun,

Why dost thou thus

Through windows and through curtains call on us?

Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?

Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide

Late schoolboys and sour prentices,

Go tell court huntsmen that the King will ride,

Call country ants to harvest offices;

Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,

Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

Thy Beams, so reverend and strong

Why shouldst thou think?

I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,

But that I would not lose her sight so long;

If her eyes have not blinded thine,

Look, and tomorrow late, tell me,

Whether both th' Indias of spice and mine

Be where thou leftst them, or lie here with me.

Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday,

And thou shalt hear, All here in one bed lay.

She is all states, and all princes I,

Nothing else is.

Princes do but play us; compared to this,

All honor's mimic, all wealth alchemy.

Thou, sun, art half as happy as we,

In that the world's contracted thus;

Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be

To warm the world, that's done in warming us.

Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere;

This bed thy center is, these walls thy sphere.

[Guest Mnytime]

Same guy who wrote:

Death be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,

For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,

Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.

From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,

Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,

And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,

Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.

Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,

And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,

And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,

And better than thy stroake; why swell'st thou then?

One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,

And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.

[connoisseur series500]

I'm too lazy to run to my books. My vote is for John Donne. It certainly is a metaphysical poet. Got to be Donne.

[Use3D]

where the heck is this thread goin?

[Rooster_Ties]

where the heck is this thread goin?

Hell if I know???

[connoisseur series500]

where the heck is this thread goin?

It's got a life of its own and is growing in unexpected directions. Sure beats everyone pounding on each other in the politics section.