8.2.2025 06:00 apprx
Still unanswered in the time-traveled image from @Google and NASA is who that mustachioed person is, blowing smoke from his nostrils, as if he were a pipe smoker? I had called him something like "Nose Turned Up Guy" or "Mystery Picture." It's not a crooked nose, I went down a Pulcinnella hole, it's not a reference to the character, and my results say that the character did not smoke, it was never a prop in traditional costume or appearances. It's just a sharp nose, nearly turned upward at its tip. His hair is longish, his mustache seems 19th century to modern, if you want to count all the mustache nuts out there today. He's filling the air around his head with whatever smoke he's exhaling. The smoke is an obvious object of evidence, and so is that sharp nose, the bushy head of hair. I believe his chin is being covered by his left hand forefinger as he was stroking his chin in this pose. Who is that, all other images on the wall are logically explained.
I favor so far, that's H.G. Wells, Mr. The Time Machine himself, smoking away with a cigar.
That's appropriate. I'm the next H.G., after all. And this is a successful time-travel experiment; before it was created. lol ... SB4C!
Here's a recent Hollywood reenactment picture (below), and a screenshot of H.G. Wells pictures available online, he did sport that mustache, he smoked a cigar, he may have exhaled that through his nostrils, all smokers some, but pipe smokers do frequently.
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An actor portrays H.G. Wells |
8.3.2025 05:15 apprx
What if that's not a nose, and what if the clue of Pulcinella was right, but he's wearing a masquerade mask over the top of his face and not a Pulcinella-themed mask, and that accounts for his nose holding a ninety-degree angle from the floor and not crooked and hanging down?
Then, it's not a message about Wells or Pulnicella's character; it's a message about the deception of identity. I am through with that warning, it's known.
Below, some masquerade masks are circled, accompanied by pictures of Pulcinella masks.
8.3.2025 07:30 apprx:
Not to be ignored, but could easily be, is the obvious "Obvious Object" of evidence: the size of the portrait itself, which is small, too small for the viewer (of this artificially constructed scene) to distinguish an identity of the portraits' subject, and it is hung at a bottom frame height that matches that of Renoir's 'Woman with Cat' to its right.
I must name the object finally; The Mysterious Mustache Man, or MMM. Bad, I know. A better name is welcome.
So far, the H.G. Wells guess, informed by photos of him, and the fact that this is a successful time travel experiment, and he wrote The Time Machine, is a strong speculation.
However, Mark Twain wore a bushy head of hair, and he smoked a pipe (frequently exhaling through the nostrils), and he did sport a mustache just like that one, and he wrote A Connecticut Yankee in King Author's Court while living alongside the Connecticut River, as I do here. Mark Twain pictures (2). I think it’s him. Because of his connection to Connecticut and its river and our shared locations along it (both closely West) and to the first time travel fiction published in the Western world (the Holy Bible is a time travel story, my experiment indicates), and I had been writing science fiction in the half finished novel Destiny, which had a protagonist named Jesus, who became exploited by an alien race and converted to a super hero-ish American nightmare, and the adventure was to go on from there, if I had only returned to finish that work and not created the time travel experiment, Time Travel Wish. All coincidences of matching things, but pretty good guesses for this object of evidence in the time-traveled image at Google.
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Mark Twain, 1906 |
1976; I Rode The Short Bus |
Above are three temporary childhood friends who rode the short bus with me for two years, to a special public school for children with learning and behavioral problems called The Mark Twain School, in Rockville, Maryland.
Keywords: time travel, interdimensional, Sol 3, James Mason, Mark Twain, HG Wells ....
The truth is stranger than fiction.