

The candelabra is carved 2 feet deep and surrounded by rocks.
The wind definitely makes it blurry from time to time though!




The candelabra is carved 2 feet deep and surrounded by rocks.
The wind definitely makes it blurry from time to time though!



Bonus: The Nazca were pre-dated by another people called the Paracas who also made lines like that:
Paracas Culture - 800 BC to 100 BC.
Nazca - 100 BC to 800 AD.
The candelabra is actually Paracas.


I heard a story about an octopus escaping into a library and was found fumbling through the books.
I can only imagine if it comprehended what it was looking at… “Oh, crap, THAT’S what they use ink for!”


And they do all that with a CRIMINALLY short lifespan. 😟
https://octonation.com/octopus-lifespan/
“For example, the Common Octopus, Mimic Octopus, and Blue-Ringed Octopus live for around 12 – 18 months whereas the Giant Pacific Octopus can have a lifespan of 3-5 years!”


Oh, shit, there’s 7 more Epstiens?


I went to school with a girl who swore the Bible was written in English, not translated… 🙄


Jesus fuck that’s a big octopus!


Multiple similar stories:
https://youtube.com/shorts/iork5qOyCNs
https://mishpacha.com/octopus-escapades/
My favorite is one who would squirt water at lights to turn them off.


Fire version of “you can’t step in the same river twice.”
Now we just need air and earth versions. 😉
You can’t take the same breath twice?
You can’t dig the same hole twice?


“Mum felt ill on the hill climb. She was asked to head down, unescorted. Then the ship left, apparently without doing a passenger count.”
First, taking an 80 year old on a hill climb is unwise, but when they feel ill, asking them to go back without an escort is a little more than “failure of care”.
Specifically, the Tillikum Crossing bridge.
Oh, it’s real!
Nah, I had seen it before.
IIRC, paleontologists LOVE the Thagomizer.


Could be pre-nuclear steel. Worth recovering:
Long term renter evicted in favor of short term Air BnB.
“The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. And I knew we’d get into that rotten stuff pretty soon. Probably at the next gas station. We had sampled almost everything else, and now— yes, it was time for a long snort of ether. And then do the next hundred miles in a horrible, slobbering sort of spastic stupor. The only way to keep alert on ether is to do up a lot of amyls—not all at once, but steadily, just enough to maintain the focus at ninety miles an hour through Barstow.”
Hunter S. Thompson - Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas