Friday, June 17, 2011

FAMILY FOUNDATIONS

As most of my readers know, I rarely delve into personal matters on this blog, confining my reflections mostly to archaeological matters, but at the demolition of my Great Aunt Log Cabin recently, several scanalogues came into my possession. You are familiar with my façade, there to the left, which you’re probably getting tired of seeing in my blog profile, but the other scanalogue (below) is of two of my great great great grandfathers of nearly 100,000 genuflects ago. 


As you can see they were twins. What is most exciting to this archaeologist, something I’m pretty certain my Aunt Log did not recognize she had, are the primitive dwellings viewed in the background, behind my two ancestors. Even more exciting is the close resemblance those ancient Martians, May the Great Architect Who Watches Over Us Bless their Chips, bear to what the Earthlings called their “dwellings” or, sometimes, “houses”. In fact, the evidence in this scanalogue is so confused that I’m not certain if this artifact was scanned on Earth or on ancient Mars. This is not the first time, as I’ve pointed out in past blogs, that Martian archaeologists, working their digger drones on Earth, have uncovered artifacts that show a strong connection between Earthling dwelling places and our own Martian bodies. But how or when we Martians colonized Earth or transported ourselves down to the surface of that planet, and in such primitive conditions, if such be the case, we have no evidence to date. Although, Dr. Walkup w/bath, in his paper, “Hollow Echoes of Past Kitchens” (genuflect 574,342) argues strongly for the connection between Earthling dwelling places and our beautiful and enduring Martian facades and structures, there is little evidence to support his claims. Dr. Walkup reminds me, and several of my fellow archaeologists, of the Earthling male recently discovered, called A Rich Von Danican, whose 20th Century books suggested that Earthlings were brought to Earth by what they called “aliens”, that is, if you want a chuckle, us. Well who knows, really. Shut the door and close my room—stranger things have been disked. View you next time.

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