I just want to point out that this is actually a pretty awesome part in the comic and a move pulled straight out from one of Mark Twain’s novels. In this scene Tintin and Captain Haddock have been catered by people who are unaware that a solar eclipse does not mean the sun is being eaten, destroyed, stole, etc. It just so happens that tomorrow, the date of their fated exception by said people, there will be a solar eclipse. So during the execution Tintin pretends to be a god and steal the sun so the people will release him, and it works!
This was taken straight from Mark Twain, in is book “Yankee in the King’s Court.” It’s a comedy(at least by interpretation) of a New Yorker traveling back in time and ending up in a medical kingdom. When condemned to death by the King, because how was a Yankee supposed to know proper knightly etiquette, he uses his knowledge of a solar eclipse to escape his death sentence.
So yeah!
Tintin remembers what comes after 15.
Sunset 8
Lukmanier and Gotthard, from Passes, Thomas Flechtner (1998)
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Not bad for a bunch of random noises we make with our mouths. Well done, everyone.
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Man human imprinting is crazy. My friend’s roomba zoomed by me and I got this intense urge to reach down and pat it. Like it’s just a machine? But it’s a good boy? It spends all day cleaning and sleeping and exploring the house and never complains and it’s just so good little robot? Pet robot?? Pet the robot????? Why am I like this???
Have you ever misinterpreted something and really just questioned how that your version was the misinterpretation?
It all started when school decided, many decades ago, that children were clearly going to pay attention at 7:30 am to a lecture on the French Revolution. Luckily for my class our teacher recognized that we would not be listening unless he woke us up first. So he preceded with his tried and true method, second only to giving us donuts, and third to jumping-jacks, was by gossiping about school and just life with us.
So we did our usual morning conversations of a few of the more extroverted kids telling us what they did on the weekend, my only friend in the class ignoring everything to draw for a mother competing she entered, and then proceeding to us pestering the teacher with personal questions. This led to the very American question-
“Hey, you're a public school teacher with three kids, how do you mange to live in the ‘rich kids neighborhood?’”
And that is where he began the Gondola story. And in actuality his story was shorter than my introduction. He simply answered-
“My wife fell off a Gondola before we met, and she sued the ranch.”
Now, there are many things I misinterpreted from that sentence alone, but no, it got much worse because the second he said that, the entire class(Except my lone friend who was still nose deep in her iPad) gasped and asked if she(his wife) was alright, okay, doing well, etc. Well, those are okay-ish reactions, I guess. I mean, was the water dirty?
If you haven’t guessed by this point, when I heard the word “Gondola” I assumed we were talking about the small Italian boat. I wasn’t even hung up on how the wife was doing, I assumed a small 1 foot drop in some water was not life threatening, I mean she clearly lived, this is before she married our history teacher. I was hung up on that he said “sued” and “Ranch.” I was not aware that Gondola’s were like Ubers, or taxi’s, I thought they sort of individually did that sort fo thing. And why would there be a Gondola on a ranch?
But those questions were immediately shunted to the bottom of the list after what came next. The most prominent follow up question was-
“How far did she fall?”
What? It is a Gondola. How far could she have possibly fallen?
“85 feet.”
Now most of my class reacted as one would suspect, with loud gases and “oh-no’s.” But I’m not most of my class. My only thought was ‘what?’ I had moved on from her safety by this point because my only reference for how far a human has to fall to die is 630 feet because that’s the height of the St. Louis arch- and never mind I was more baffled by falling 85 feet out of a Gondola.
I didn’t even begin to think that maybe I had misinterpreted something by that point because I was more troubled with trying to visualize a Gondola, with 85 stools on it and- no, how would that work? It’s too tall and the base is too small, it would topple over. Not to mention that the Gondola would never fit under any bridge, at all.
How was this all cleared up, you might ask? Well another one of my classmates asked which ski ranch it was at-
Yes, as I figured out my asking my only friend, in my neck of the woods we call Ski Lifts, specifically the fully enclosed ones, Gondolas. The wife is fine, she’s doing well with little-to no adverse health effects(She actually bounced off something during her fall, but it’s not my story to tell.) and my history teacher is still teaching. And that is how I misinterpreted Gondolas.
I wanna discuss stuff- from the ship of Theseus, the new designs for the Aph UK bros, to Autism. Let’s start a conversation- you first.
Okay, I am fully hopefull that the Titanic Tourist Sub gets found, but things aren’t looking too good. At this moment of posting I think they have less than 24 hours of air, assuming some things did or didn’t happen, and they have yet to be found much less rescued. In other news, Markiplier has a movie coming out that if it is anything like the game should be a horror pertaining to being in a deathly situation aboard a small submarine. Now, we know movies sometimes like to reference disasters and tragedies, usually with the benifit of at least a few years between the reference and the movie. Considering the release date of the movie and the current state of the tragedy I think Markiplier is about to reverse Pompeii reference himself.
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