re: Pseudo scientific claims

Here's Ranga-Ram Chary

I put his photo here to show that he is a person. Scientist are people. Fallible people, just like you and me.

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The Search for Alternate Universes (speaker: Ranga-Ram Chary, California Institute of Technology)

In the last few years, we have made remarkable progress in understanding the properties of our observable Universe which appears to have evolved from a hot Big Bang 13.7 billion years ago. The fine-tuning of initial conditions required to reproduce our present day Universe suggests that our Universe may merely be a region within an eternally inflating super-region. Many other regions could exist beyond our observable Universe with each such region governed by a different set of physical parameters than the ones we have measured for our Universe. Collision between these regions, if they occur, should leave signatures of anisotropy in the cosmic microwave background. I present spatial and spectral analysis of the cosmic microwave background data from Planck. I will focus on constraining properties at the epoch of recombination 270,000 years after the Big Bang and present the observational evidence in favor of alternate Universes.

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So here's a guy who believes in and is looking for alternate universes. Well, whata you know, he found "evidence" for one. Surprise, surprise!

Beej, tell us about the time you decapitated the largest of the dark beings. Don't have peazey's sig quite handy

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Beej, tell us about the time you decapitated the largest of the dark beings. Don't have peazey's sig quite handy

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You'll have to find the thread.

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If there is evidence for something, that means that something exists.


No it doesn't.

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Yes it does else evidence would not be generated.

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Yes it does else evidence would not be generated.

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I can show you plenty of evidence of Big Foot...so he must exist right?

The original thread
The sunset sent rivulets of blood streaking across a goldenrod sky as he stepped out of his van at the local grocer's, an old shipping warehouse refitted some decades back. He could feel the heat shimmering off the black asphalt parking lot, making his soles uncomfortably warm. "Sho is hot today.", he said to no one in particular, "well, better get a move on, supper won't cook itself, no no no."

The cold blast of the chilled air was a soothing blanket as he walked in those sliding automatic doors, as if The Lord himself had opened them. "Thank ya kindly," beejon spoke with a slight upturn of his neck and his eyes towards the ceiling, then grabbed a buggy and began to make groceries.

Carrots, bellpeppers, onions, collard greens...beejon inspected each one with a tender hand, humming and muttering to himself all the while, turning them over, looking for bruises and dark spots. "Corruption in is a terrible sin," he quipped. The lady next to him gave him a queer look and stepped back to her buggy, but he paid her no mind, it was squash squeezing time.

When he got to the tomatoes, a hair raised on his neck, bristling...he began to sense an uncomfortable warmth spreading across his back. His smile faded in a blink, and his eyes focused in consternation as he slowly turned around. No longer was the store filled with just shoppers. Where once there were fresh bread and pastries now stood dark figures, shades given terrible form, as if shadows were engulfed in black fire. In guttural, inhuman tones a voice like thunder rolled from the things snarling lips.

"I have come for you, seer...the master bids you see true power, so you may quiver as your precious faith fails you..." Beejon's eyes were steely as his neck craned to meet the gaze of the beast. "Tell your master I am ready," he hissed, "a power greater than his flows through these veins."

Reaching into his buggy he selected a carrot and a stalk of celery, and holding them crossed in front of himself he uttered a prayer. The shade grimaced and growled at the words, and all of a sudden it was not produce in his hands, but flaming swords of holy fire. In response the beast opened his claws and a whip of black flame appeared. His dark minions skittered and surrounded beejon, cackling and hissing. The smells of brimstone and burnt flesh filled his nostrils.

Then they attacked...

The minions were like fiendish monkeys, shrieking and whooping as they closed in on him, spitting curses in a language too foul to utter. Beejon turned, keeping his eyes on their commander as he faced them. One lunged at him with blazing speed, but with the wide arc of his sword beejon cleft it in twain, the two halves writhing on the linoleum before melting into a bubbling tar. Another jumped upon his back, clinging to his skull as claws raked his scalp. A backward thrust through it's warped face caused it to scream with the sound of metal tearing. The next moment its head exploded like a rotted pumpkin.

Another raked a clawed hand across his cheek until he dispatched it by cleaving its skull in two as it burst in a cloud of umpteen flies, a maddening buzzing like a field of fetid corpses. One by one they attacked, and one by one they perished, the white hot flame of his weapons sending them back to whatever accursed plane they hailed from. Finally, only their leader and beejon remained in that place, eyes burning holes in each other. Then the beast spoke again.

"I AM KRAZZIRALL MOGGOTH! Servant of the infernal prince, lord of the innumerable damned! No mortal shall hear my name and live!" His whip cracked against beejon's face, a twisted scar forming as that dark fire seared his flesh. But he did not scream. He only grimaced and bellowed back. "I AM BEEJON! Servant of the one true redeemer! I am his sword that stands against the dark forces! Feel the wrath of the Lord's fury!"

The two rushed and a terrible sound of their battle filled the air, like the screams of a thousand dying suns. His blades flashed in arcs of silver heat as the beasts whip cracked and sizzled. Over and over they clashed until that evil lash found purchase and coiled around beejon's neck. The beast lifted him up off the ground, his legs dangling and twitching as the struggled for purchase where there was none. The demon smiled a hideous grin as it looked into beejon's eyes.

"Your master is weak, whelp. Gaze upon the face of power before you perish."

In a gasping breath, beejon spit and cursed. "When I die, I shall enter the house of my father. But you will only ever know the torment of the pits."
With his waning strength he raised his swords, crossed onto the thing's dark shoulders. With a snicker-snack he crossed them again and the grin faded from the beasts horrid lips. Its head tumbled down and its body twisted and writhed in great agony before imploding into a tiny ball of swirling shadow. As beejon fell to the floor, he heard a voice.

A voice that had no body attached to it, booming around him.






"Clean up in produce. Someone's had a bit of an accident."




And somewhere off in the distance, OMLandshark laughed.

Has anyone ever told you what a crazy frick you are?

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]In the doldrums again. Sails have gone slack. No wind. No waves...
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Not everyone would know how the "doldrums" fit into your narrative....

I like it...

Well, when wind don't blow, one must break out the oars,