When some of us think of futuristic things like time machines, our thoughts may go here:
Even though I love Doctor Who I love the works of HG Wells and I get the vision and the stories that they tell, when I think of time travelers I think of mummies.
Three mummies fom the museum’s collection. From left to right: Irtieru a man, 35 to 45 years (1,71 m ± 4 cm), from the Third Intermediate Period 1.070 – 664 AC — 2.800 years; Pabasa a man 40 to 50 years (1,62 m ± 4 cm) from the Late period 663 – 323 AC – 2.500; Sukhetsahor* (*most probable name, not certain) a man 51 to 60 years (1.66 m +/- 4 cm).from the Initial Ptolemaic period, Akmin 250-200 B.C. (2.200 years).
These time travelers aren’t works of fiction, they aren’t characters in a movie. They are real. They existed in our past. They exist ( in a modified form, I suppose ) in our present. Ensconced in their glass and wooden capsules and wrappings they will continue journey their into our future.
Their tongues may be silent, their hearts may be still but that won’t stop them from telling their stories.
Discovered at the border of Chile and Argentina by scientists in 1999, the 500-year-old Inca girl known as the Llullaillaco Maiden was is one of three Inca children who were sacrificed as part of a practice known as capacocha or qhapaq hucha.
Rosalia Lombardo (13 December 1918 – 6 December 1920)- Photographer Unknown- Photo taken 2012
Rosalia Lombardo (13 December 1918 – 6 December 1920)was a Palermitan child who died of pneumonia, resulting from the Spanish flu, one week before her second birthday. Rosalia’s father, Mario Lombardo, grieving her death, asked Alfredo Salafia, an embalmer, to preserve her remains Sometimes called “Sleeping Beauty”, hers was one of the last corpses to be admitted to the Capuchin catacombs of Palermo in Sicily. Photographer Unknown
Photo By A.M. Moscoso ” Sylvester “ Ye Old Curiosity Shoppe Seattle Washington For years, the general belief has been that Sylvester was the victim of a late 19th-century shooting in the Arizona desert, and that the extreme dryness of the desert naturally mummified the body. However, CT scans in 2001, 2005 and an MRI in 2005 suggest an embalmer injected an arsenic-based fluid shortly after death. The body is one of the best-preserved mummies known. Newly published information and a photograph from 1892 indicate that “Sylvester,” originally named “McGinty,” belonged to confidence man “Soapy” Smith until he sold it in 1895 in Hillyard, Washington.
“People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it’s more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff.”
“Quote from Doctor Who- Episode 10 of season 3, “Blink,”
A lot dogs think that bath time and nail trims are tortures designed in the deepest caverns in Hell, don’t they?
In this comic, you will see that even baby Cerberus thinks so!
Greek Tragedy A fate you can’t escape, Pathos, Betrayal… Taking a bath has all the elements of a good Greek tragedy. At least according to Cerbie 🙂 Credit by Goofy Gods Comics
Greek Tragedy A fate you can’t escape, Pathos, Betrayal… Taking a bath has all the elements of a good Greek tragedy. At least according to Cerbie 🙂 Credit by Goofy Gods Comics
Greek Tragedy A fate you can’t escape, Pathos, Betrayal… Taking a bath has all the elements of a good Greek tragedy. At least according to Cerbie 🙂 Credit by Goofy Gods Comics
Greek Tragedy A fate you can’t escape, Pathos, Betrayal… Taking a bath has all the elements of a good Greek tragedy. At least according to Cerbie 🙂 Credit by Goofy Gods Comics
I am re-posting this story from Halloween of 2021 because I like the conversation between the two characters:
” Kelby, ” my wife was whispering into the dark next to me, ” Kelby, are you awake?”
It was way past midnight, close to three in the morning. I was hoping if I just laid still and kept breathing slow she’d think I was asleep and I wouldn’t have to go through this with Francie again.
” Kelby.” she touched my shoulder and then took her hand away. ” Kelby can you hear me? I had that dream again and it’s freaking me out.”
Freaking her out? I thought. That’s a laugh. Nothing freaks Francie out. It’s not in her nature to freak out.
She used to asleep at horror movies. She’s always asking me how they end. It’s pretty annoying as you can imagine. She likes to hold the popcorn bucket so when she falls asleep the bucket usually slides off of her knees and if I don’t catch it, no popcorn.
It got to be a waste of money, she never saw the entire film and they don’t give away that popcorn as you know.
Francie powered on like it didn’t matter if I was awake or asleep or even in the room.
” It’s that dream where I think I’m dead and then I think I’m awake and bonus- I’m alive and someone, sometimes it’s you or Lily from down the street will tell me, ” But Francie, we buried you yesterday. Shouldn’t you be in your coffin?
And then I wake up and it goes around and around. It’s enough to make me crazy. ”
There’s this little catch in Francie’s voice and I feel like an award winning jerk. She’s scared and I’m pretending to sleep.
I turn over and she has her back to me now.
” I’m sorry Francie. I’m sorry you’re having that crazy dream. But you’re awake and this is no dream and you’re going to be fine.”
Francie pulls the blanket over her shoulder and she says to me, ” I’m not dreaming. I know I’m not dreaming. I know I’m awake. And I know this Kelby. You’re not here. We buried you yesterday and you’re in your coffin.”
