Putting the “Lost Tomb” to bed
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I just noticed that I didn’t have a title for the last post. And then it seems like it somehow doesn’t even deserve one. It hardly merits the notice of a blog post. But then, there were two last thoughts I had on the whole thing, and so I thought I’d (ha ha) resurrect it again.
- I just noticed on the blog dashboard that that one was post #666. Well, there you go. That explains everything — it’s the blog entry of the Beast.
- The scientific argument that James Cameron is making, as I understand it, is that even though the names found on the tombs were common names for the time, it’s just too much of a coincidence that they are all in the same place. And when he found someone to massage the numbers, he got some kind of statistical number that seemed to vindicate his hypothesis. (Supposedly there’s also some DNA thing he checked out, but that’s too embarrassingly idiotic to even merit a comeback.) The big fun that someone ought to go have is to find out how many James Camerons are buried around the world, and possibly find out how many of them were buried next to someone named Jack or Rose. Then I’m sure we could all agree that the real James Cameron perished on the Titanic.
Boy, that would be some big fun. I wish we had some of the conspiracy nuts on our side — they’d have a party with this.
Oh well. That’s all I had, and it’s probably more than it’s worth.
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