Leading Roswell witness Dr. Jesse Marcel, Jr. — a retired Navy physician who went back to active duty to serve as a flight surgeon during the Iraq war IN HIS 60’s, earning the rank of colonel — recently passed away at his home in Montana.
Dr. Marcel, seen here casually being a bad-ass motherfucker.
Dr. Marcel’s dad, Major Jesse Marcel was the first military officer to arrive on the scene of the infamous Roswell UFO crash of 1947. Major Marcel brought home some of the debris to show his son and wife before it was confiscated by the Air Force. Jesse Jr. later wrote a fascinating book on the subject: “The Roswell Legacy.”
I got to meet Dr. Marcel at a press conference several years ago when I was a newspaper writer. He was gracious enough to autograph a Roswell book for me at that time.
The rumors that I geeked out like a UFO fangirl during this encounter have been greatly exaggerated.
Despite being a respected physician and Iraq war veteran, Dr. Marcel defied convention to insist that the Roswell crash did happen and that his father had been strong-armed into helping with the cover-up – a story I touched on in a previous post. He had the courage to stand by his convictions and will always be a hero of mine.
Rest in Peace, Colonel Marcel. You sleep among the stars now.
Best Mercedes commercial EVER.
A Scottish photographer recently captured photos and a video of what he believes could be the elusive Nessie taking a swim through the Loch. It’s either the Monster or one GINORMOUS eel.
It’s huge, black and phallic. Call the Kardashian sisters.
Of course, some people love Nessie, and some people love Nessie.
Monster fetishes: More common than you think.
Also, for the record — do not Google “sexy lake monster” even to find funny photos for your blog. Bad things happen, people. Very bad things.
I think they mean “Lady of the Land of Lakes” Butter Fan Club.
Why, yes… I do own Wookiee-print pajamas. Why do you ask?
Check out this brilliant post about Ray Bradbury on my friend Anita’s wonderful blog “Anita’s Notebook”:
Packing up your dinosaurs… easier said than done.
Everyone set their DVRs for the world premiere of Ghost Shark at 8 p.m. CST Thursday on the SyFy Channel. In a move that promised to make Sharknado look like a guppy caught in a wind tunnel, Ghost Shark features the undeniable genius of people being haunted/eaten by a ghostly Great White. I am also thrilled to announce that Friend of the Blog and actor extraordinaire Tim Taylor stars in Ghost Shark as Deputy Hendricks. (It also features the guy who played Bull on Night Court.) But mainly Tim, who you may also know from an obscure little indie film called The Hunger Games. Will Tim get eaten by the Ghost Shark? Will he return for the sequel, presumably titled Return of Ghost Shark: Back for the Halibut? You’ll have to tune in to find out. For info on Tim, check out his website here.
A fat kid rides a Slip N Slide straight into the jaws of Ghost Shark. Because awesome.
To my knowledge, this is not a scene from Ghost Shark, but a photo that I found when I googled “Ghost” and “Shark.” Perhaps it’s a still from SyFy’s upcoming film SuicidalSharkMan: Nobody’s Chum.
(Seriously, though… what the HELL?)
The Paiutes, a Native American tribe indigenous to the Nevada desert, have long told the tale of red-headed, man-eating giants who terrorized their tribe centuries ago. The red-haired giants stood at least 12 feet tall and preyed upon the women and children of the tribe, capturing them for food. According to legend, the Paiutes finally managed to trap the man-eaters in a cave and lit brush on fire at the entrance. The giants perished and the story faded into legend until 1911, when an amateur archaeologist discovered two enormous skeletons in Nevada’s Lovelock Cavern –a female standing 6.5″ and a male measuring at almost 8 feet. Both skeletons supposedly had red hair. Check out the jawbone of one of the giants, compared to the cast of an average American male jaw:
Gary Busey, is that you?
Giant man-eaters? Maybe. Super-creepy gingers? Definitely.
Your evil cannibal ancestors called. They said you’re embarrassing them.
There’s a great article in today’s Fort Worth Star-Telegram talking about an upcoming event at TCU next month remembering JFK’s impact on Fort Worth. The article mentions the President’s famous quote about Fort Worth — the title of this very blog.
Check it out, ya’ll.
Side note: My dad was the “other reporter” that went with Bob Schieffer to pick up Marguerite Oswald and take her to the Dallas police station to see her son, Lee Harvey.
“Schieffer asked the woman for her address so he and another reporter could give her a ride to Dallas.”
My father — Bill Foster — was the automotive editor for the Star-Telegram at the time and drove Bob and Mrs. Oswald (who he described to me as “bizarre, rambling and unhinged”) to the Dallas police station. I really wish that the Star-Telegram would have the professional courtesy to mention Dad by name whenever this comes up. (And it comes up every November.)
Always the gentleman, Bob does mention Dad in his excellent book “This Just In: What I Couldn’t Tell You on TV” — which I recommend if you are interested in the JFK assassination.
Thanks to the ever-awesome Kang for sending! 🙂