"Doc Smartass" <gekido@astroskivviesboymail.com> wrote in message
news:Xns98C41F7CE50DBaskifyouwantit@216.77.188.18...

I had my camcorder running the entire time--about 30 minutes--with
the RECORD light covered up (so the natives wouldn't get antsy; I
needn't have worried). I made sure to stop and let it focus on the
signs and displays; once I get the thing burned to CD and transferred
to my computer, I'll get to work editing and all that, but no idea
when I'll have a finished item to show. I want to make it worth
driving halfway across town to see a rather down-at-the-heels "theme
park."

Well done, man! Isn't there some kind of medal we can give you? :)

"Doc Smartass" <gekido@astroskivviesboymail.com> wrote in message
news:Xns98C41F7CE50DBaskifyouwantit@216.77.188.18...

Whatever I was expecting, that's not quite what I got.

If I'd gone alone, I wouldn't have gotten the snide remarks and such that
I hope I captured on tape. Two atheists on the loose in the belly of the
beast!!

I had my camcorder running the entire time--about 30 minutes--with the
RECORD light covered up (so the natives wouldn't get antsy; I needn't
have worried). I made sure to stop and let it focus on the signs and
displays; once I get the thing burned to CD and transferred to my
computer, I'll get to work editing and all that, but no idea when I'll
have a finished item to show. I want to make it worth driving halfway
across town to see a rather down-at-the-heels "theme park."

Well done, man! Isn't there some kind of medal we can give you? :)

"Doc Smartass" <gekido@astroskivviesboymail.com> wrote in message
news:Xns98C41F7CE50DBaskifyouwantit@216.77.188.18...

Whatever I was expecting, that's not quite what I got.

If I'd gone alone, I wouldn't have gotten the snide remarks and such that
I hope I captured on tape. Two atheists on the loose in the belly of the
beast!!

Pathetic beast, though.

Use this pic as your guide:

http://bellsouthpwp.net/g/e/gekido/EAC/DAL00.jpg

That's the Google Earth shot.

Entrance is near the bottom, parking toward the middle. The building
right above the words MAIN ENTRANCE is the actual "museum," but it's shut
down--apparently this is the building for which Hovind spent $40,000 in
legal fees and years in court to fight against the County's $50.00
building permit.

The bookstore/gift shop is just up and right of the SKI LIFT tag.

The place is basically a "theme park" targeted to children and adults
with childrens' thinking skills. As you enter on the right side of the
parking lot, there's a climbing tower about 10 feet tall, with a wooden
sign--LEAP OF FAITH. From the top of the platform, a pair of cables run
all the way across the compound to the playground right above the museum.
The "leap of faith" bit involves a seat and handles on a pulley--you
climb on and ride down to the museum.

Near this (right above the "t" in "lift") is the Web of Deceit--a walled-
in wooden walkway with black bungee cord material stretched across it so
that you have to weave your way through it to get by--and do be careful
of the utterly frightening rubber snake bolted to the floor. Once you get
through this obstacle, the walkway takes you through a "swamp" intended,
I suppose, to instill a moral message.

That's the sort of thing this is--it's like the *****-end of a kid's park,
with bible verses and "moral lessons" at each stop, with some vaguely
scientific and screamingly junk-scientific stuff to give it a sheen of
legitimacy to the ignorant, the bored, and the choir. There are some rare
actual science things, but I wonder if this was accidental, considering
the luddites who run the joint.

We walked past all that toward the museum. That white "L" shaped place
between the museum and bookstore is an open-air roofed kiosk, something
like a bar--you've got a counter, stools or a bench, and displays along
the back wall. There was a guy behind the counter giving the kids all
sorts of answers. He was wearing a bearded dragon--probably the only
legitimate reptile in the whole place. The guy's duded up like some
Hollywood version of an Ozzy in the Outback, complete with the hat. Kind
of hard to place his accent--probably as real as the "science" we'd seen
so far. He asked us where we were from.

"Tennessee," said Jim. "We saw your site on the web and were in town,
decided to stop in for a visit." Didn't even bat an eye. Worked for me.

We walked on. Just to the upper left of the musem, there's a big-***** Army
tent, the kind that'll hold maybe 2 dozen troops in cots or sleeping
bags. I called it the Indoctrination Area. It was laid out sort of like a
classroom or auditorium, with a few science and junk science things and a
big-***** poster describing how the Grand Canyon was formed by Noah's
Flood.

Over in the playground area, there's a screened-in trampoline. On the
sign, it says that there's a basketball hoop suspended across the thing
several feet up--you've got to get a ball in the hoop. BUT...there was no
hoop. I guess this was a test of faith. You have to believe there's a
hoop.

One pretty cool bit of ACTUAL SCIENCE involves a pair of parabolic dishes
maybe 100 feet apart, on opposite ends of the playground. At the focus of
each dish is a hoop to show you where to put your head. You can have a
creasonably good conversation with someone standing at the focus of the
other dish.

That's all the outdoors stuff.

We went into the gift shop/book store. Small place, maybe 20 by 30 feet,
windows along the west wall, counter / cash register along the east wall.
South wall is book shelves and DVD's; most of the latter are stacked
neatly on a table, and these are pretty much all Hovind's own stuff.
Twenty bucks a pop for the DVD's.

There's a small wire spin rack loaded top to bottom with the finest of
Jack Chick.

Crammed into the remaining floor space is an assortment of shelves and
racks with a rather small variety of items--there are religious printed
ties, the fake fossils (plastic and resin), children's games, little
science experiment kits, an assortment of shells, and some allegedly real
fossils. I bought what had to be the most utterly ironically-named fossil
in the entire place--something that summed up the whole experience, the
place itself, and the people who made it happen.

A coprolite.

A fossilized turd.

Stone *****.

Rock poop.

I just have to type up the little card--but I'll have pics of this and
everything else at some point.


On the front of the card:

COPROLITE
"A REAL piece of coprolite!
(picture of what looks like a rock)
(adress of Creation Science Evangelism)"


On the back:
"COPROLITE
(cop-ro-lite)
Found: Worldwide
Length: varies greatly

Coprolites are fossilized dung. This term is not limited to describing
only dinosaur feces, but the fossilized droppings of all animals.
Corprolites can indicate the different foods eaten by the animal. This
helps paleontologists reconstruct how various animals lived. It is very
difficult (usually impossible) to determine which animal produced the
coprolite. You can perhaps tell what animal it came from if you find the
coprolite in a bone bed (a fossil site in which many skeletons of the
same animal are found). Evolutionists try to date coprolite by what layer
it is found in, but this is a faulty assumption. LAyers do not lay down
at a constant rate or over slow periods of time. There are numerous
examples of this, like the eruption of Mount St. Helens in Washington.
Layers were laid down over 400 feet deep in just a few hours. The Bible
is right when it says the univers was created in six days. View our
creation series for much more on this."

I had my camcorder running the entire time--about 30 minutes--with the
RECORD light covered up (so the natives wouldn't get antsy; I needn't
have worried). I made sure to stop and let it focus on the signs and
displays; once I get the thing burned to CD and transferred to my
computer, I'll get to work editing and all that, but no idea when I'll
have a finished item to show. I want to make it worth driving halfway
across town to see a rather down-at-the-heels "theme park."

Well done, man! Isn't there some kind of medal we can give you? :)

Doc Smartass <gekido@astroskivviesboymail.com> wrote in
news:Xns98C41F7CE50DBaskifyouwantit@216.77.188.18:

The place is basically a "theme park" targeted to children and adults
with childrens' thinking skills. As you enter on the right side of the
parking lot, there's a climbing tower about 10 feet tall, with a
wooden sign--LEAP OF FAITH. From the top of the platform, a pair of
cables run all the way across the compound to the playground right
above the museum. The "leap of faith" bit involves a seat and handles
on a pulley--you climb on and ride down to the museum.

So it's really a leap of machinery. Looks like even Hovind himself is
lost on faith.

Doc Smartass wrote:

One pretty cool bit of ACTUAL SCIENCE involves a pair of parabolic
dishes maybe 100 feet apart, on opposite ends of the playground. At
the focus of each dish is a hoop to show you where to put your head.
You can have a creasonably good conversation with someone standing at
the focus of the other dish.

New wife.
Doesn't know a parabola from a peacock.
Science museum in San Francisco.
Go sit in that chair.
I start talking explicit sexual activities.
All those people, and if she can hear clearly 50 feet away...

Doc Smartass wrote:

The place is basically a "theme park" targeted to children and adults
with childrens' thinking skills. As you enter on the right side of the
parking lot, there's a climbing tower about 10 feet tall, with a
wooden sign--LEAP OF FAITH. From the top of the platform, a pair of
cables run all the way across the compound to the playground right
above the museum. The "leap of faith" bit involves a seat and handles
on a pulley--you climb on and ride down to the museum.

Kirkegard would roll over in his grave if he was alive today and saw this.
The parrots can say it but clearly don't have a clue.
(Apology to the real parrots of the world.)
If they actually had faith and understood science, there would be no dino
museum.

One pretty cool bit of ACTUAL SCIENCE involves a pair of parabolic
dishes maybe 100 feet apart, on opposite ends of the playground. At
the focus of each dish is a hoop to show you where to put your head.
You can have a creasonably good conversation with someone standing at
the focus of the other dish.

New wife.
Doesn't know a parabola from a peacock.
Science museum in San Francisco.
Go sit in that chair.
I start talking explicit sexual activities.
All those people, and if she can hear clearly 50 feet away...

Doc Smartass wrote:

The place is basically a "theme park" targeted to children and adults
with childrens' thinking skills. As you enter on the right side of the
parking lot, there's a climbing tower about 10 feet tall, with a
wooden sign--LEAP OF FAITH. From the top of the platform, a pair of
cables run all the way across the compound to the playground right
above the museum. The "leap of faith" bit involves a seat and handles
on a pulley--you climb on and ride down to the museum.

Kirkegard would roll over in his grave if he was alive today and saw this.
The parrots can say it but clearly don't have a clue.
(Apology to the real parrots of the world.)
If they actually had faith and understood science, there would be no dino
museum.

One pretty cool bit of ACTUAL SCIENCE involves a pair of parabolic
dishes maybe 100 feet apart, on opposite ends of the playground. At
the focus of each dish is a hoop to show you where to put your head.
You can have a creasonably good conversation with someone standing at
the focus of the other dish.

New wife.
Doesn't know a parabola from a peacock.
Science museum in San Francisco.
Go sit in that chair.
I start talking explicit sexual activities.
All those people, and if she can hear clearly 50 feet away...

On Fri, 26 Jan 2007 09:05:48 GMT, Doc Smartass
<gekido@astroskivviesboymail.com> wrote:
- Refer: <Xns98C41F7CE50DBaskifyouwantit@216.77.188.18>

Whatever I was expecting, that's not quite what I got.

If I'd gone alone, I wouldn't have gotten the snide remarks and such
that I hope I captured on tape. Two atheists on the loose in the belly
of the beast!!

Pathetic beast, though.

Use this pic as your guide:

http://bellsouthpwp.net/g/e/gekido/EAC/DAL00.jpg

That's the Google Earth shot.

Entrance is near the bottom, parking toward the middle. The building
right above the words MAIN ENTRANCE is the actual "museum," but it's
shut down--apparently this is the building for which Hovind spent
$40,000 in legal fees and years in court to fight against the County's
$50.00 building permit.

The bookstore/gift shop is just up and right of the SKI LIFT tag.

The place is basically a "theme park" targeted to children and adults
with childrens' thinking skills. As you enter on the right side of the
parking lot, there's a climbing tower about 10 feet tall, with a
wooden sign--LEAP OF FAITH. From the top of the platform, a pair of
cables run all the way across the compound to the playground right
above the museum. The "leap of faith" bit involves a seat and handles
on a pulley--you climb on and ride down to the museum.

Near this (right above the "t" in "lift") is the Web of Deceit--a
walled- in wooden walkway with black bungee cord material stretched
across it so that you have to weave your way through it to get by--and
do be careful of the utterly frightening rubber snake bolted to the
floor. Once you get through this obstacle, the walkway takes you
through a "swamp" intended, I suppose, to instill a moral message.

That's the sort of thing this is--it's like the *****-end of a kid's
park, with bible verses and "moral lessons" at each stop, with some
vaguely scientific and screamingly junk-scientific stuff to give it a
sheen of legitimacy to the ignorant, the bored, and the choir. There
are some rare actual science things, but I wonder if this was
accidental, considering the luddites who run the joint.

We walked past all that toward the museum. That white "L" shaped place
between the museum and bookstore is an open-air roofed kiosk,
something like a bar--you've got a counter, stools or a bench, and
displays along the back wall. There was a guy behind the counter
giving the kids all sorts of answers. He was wearing a bearded
dragon--probably the only legitimate reptile in the whole place. The
guy's duded up like some Hollywood version of an Ozzy in the Outback,
complete with the hat. Kind of hard to place his accent--probably as
real as the "science" we'd seen so far. He asked us where we were
from.

"Tennessee," said Jim. "We saw your site on the web and were in town,
decided to stop in for a visit." Didn't even bat an eye. Worked for
me.

We walked on. Just to the upper left of the musem, there's a big-*****
Army tent, the kind that'll hold maybe 2 dozen troops in cots or
sleeping bags. I called it the Indoctrination Area. It was laid out
sort of like a classroom or auditorium, with a few science and junk
science things and a big-***** poster describing how the Grand Canyon
was formed by Noah's Flood.

Over in the playground area, there's a screened-in trampoline. On the
sign, it says that there's a basketball hoop suspended across the
thing several feet up--you've got to get a ball in the hoop.
BUT...there was no hoop. I guess this was a test of faith. You have to
believe there's a hoop.

One pretty cool bit of ACTUAL SCIENCE involves a pair of parabolic
dishes maybe 100 feet apart, on opposite ends of the playground. At
the focus of each dish is a hoop to show you where to put your head.
You can have a creasonably good conversation with someone standing at
the focus of the other dish.

That's all the outdoors stuff.

We went into the gift shop/book store. Small place, maybe 20 by 30
feet, windows along the west wall, counter / cash register along the
east wall. South wall is book shelves and DVD's; most of the latter
are stacked neatly on a table, and these are pretty much all Hovind's
own stuff. Twenty bucks a pop for the DVD's.

There's a small wire spin rack loaded top to bottom with the finest of
Jack Chick.

Crammed into the remaining floor space is an assortment of shelves and
racks with a rather small variety of items--there are religious
printed ties, the fake fossils (plastic and resin), children's games,
little science experiment kits, an assortment of shells, and some
allegedly real fossils. I bought what had to be the most utterly
ironically-named fossil in the entire place--something that summed up
the whole experience, the place itself, and the people who made it
happen.

A coprolite.

A fossilized turd.

Stone *****.

Rock poop.

I just have to type up the little card--but I'll have pics of this and
everything else at some point.


On the front of the card:

COPROLITE
"A REAL piece of coprolite!
(picture of what looks like a rock)
(adress of Creation Science Evangelism)"


On the back:
"COPROLITE
(cop-ro-lite)
Found: Worldwide
Length: varies greatly

Coprolites are fossilized dung. This term is not limited to describing
only dinosaur feces, but the fossilized droppings of all animals.
Corprolites can indicate the different foods eaten by the animal. This
helps paleontologists reconstruct how various animals lived. It is
very difficult (usually impossible) to determine which animal produced
the coprolite. You can perhaps tell what animal it came from if you
find the coprolite in a bone bed (a fossil site in which many
skeletons of the same animal are found). Evolutionists try to date
coprolite by what layer it is found in, but this is a faulty
assumption. LAyers do not lay down at a constant rate or over slow
periods of time. There are numerous examples of this, like the
eruption of Mount St. Helens in Washington. Layers were laid down over
400 feet deep in just a few hours. The Bible is right when it says the
univers was created in six days. View our creation series for much
more on this."

I had my camcorder running the entire time--about 30 minutes--with the
RECORD light covered up (so the natives wouldn't get antsy; I needn't
have worried). I made sure to stop and let it focus on the signs and
displays; once I get the thing burned to CD and transferred to my
computer, I'll get to work editing and all that, but no idea when I'll
have a finished item to show. I want to make it worth driving halfway
across town to see a rather down-at-the-heels "theme park."

To sum up: you bought their *****!

(Email me re xferring the resulting/revolting vidz to your very own
36Gig upload site/sight.)