
Journey to the center of your mom's muff
James Cameron got tired of hunting expensive prostitutes for sport using trained falcons on his private yacht recently, and instead decided to become the first man to take a solo trip to the lowest point on Earth, the 35,756-deep Mariana’s Trench, 200 miles southwest of Guam. Reaching bottom, Cameron tweeted (yes, he tweeted from the bottom of the ocean): “Just arrived at the ocean’s deepest [point]. Hitting bottom never felt so good. Can’t wait to share what I’m seeing [with] you.”
And James Cameron knows a little something about hitting bottom, considering he once ordered a cargo plane to drop a crate full of naked Indonesian boys covered in the finest talcum powder into his backyard, running out of the house screaming THE BOYS ARE HERE! THE BOYS ARE HERE! chasing after them in his footy pajamas, paddling their bottoms with ping pong paddles until the pink flesh shone through the powder, at which point he tossed the boys aside and said “these are spent, order more.” [credit: Doug Stanhope]
The scale of the trench is hard to grasp — it’s 120 times larger than the Grand Canyon and more than a mile deeper than Mount Everest is tall.
Cameron made the dive aboard his 12-ton, lime-green sub called “Deepsea Challenger.” He planned to collect samples for biologists and geologists to study.
The first and only time anyone dove to these depths was in 1960. Swiss engineer Jacques Piccard and U.S. Navy Capt. Don Walsh took nearly five hours to reach the bottom and stayed just 20 minutes. They had little to report on what they saw, however, because their submarine kicked up so much sand from the ocean floor.
The director of “Titanic,” ”Avatar” and other films used a specially designed submarine to dive nearly seven miles, completing his journey a little before 8 a.m. Monday local time, according to Stephanie Montgomery of the National Geographic Society.
He plans to spend about six hours exploring and filming the Trench. [Reuters]
Well, that’s what he planned, anyway. He had to cut his journey three hours short because of a hydraulic leak.

The descent took 156 minutes, but after he noticed the fluid leak, Cameron decided to end the mission early and his ascent took just 70 minutes.
“I saw a lot of hydraulic oil come up in front of the port. The port got coated with it. I couldn’t pick anything up, so I began to feel like it was a moment of diminishing returns to go on,” he said. “I lost a lot of thrusters. I lost the whole starboard side. That’s when I decided to come up. I couldn’t go any further — I was just spinning in a circle.”
Cameron had told The Associated Press in an interview after a 5.1 mile-deep practice run near Papua New Guinea earlier this month that the water pressure at these massive depths “is in the back of your mind.” The submarine would implode in an instant if it leaked, he said.
Luckily, his hydraulic leak was less serious. His sub was spotted by helicopter and he was picked up by the support vessel the Mermaid Sapphire shortly afterward.
“It was bleak. It looked like the moon. I didn’t see a fish… I didn’t find anything that looked alive to me, other than a few [shrimplike] amphipods in the water,” he said. “I didn’t feel like I got to a place where I could take interesting geology samples or found anything interesting biologically.”
National Geographic will chronicle the adventure in 3D at theaters and later on TV. [Fox]
Aw, poor guy. He sounds like Homer Simpson in that episode where he orders a giant beer in Australia. “Yeah… I guess it’s pretty deep.”
It turns out deep-sea diving expeditions are only so interesting if they don’t come with a DVD autographed by a celebrity impersonator. It’s too bad, I could’ve put him in touch with my Ed Harris guy. Anyway, later this week, Cameron plans to use DNA trapped in a fossilized stalactite found in Africa to clone an ancient giant rodent so that he can make his dogs fight it. “God, I’m so bored,” said Cameron in a statement, shoveling bundles of money into a giant furnace.



I always thought earths deepest point was a Kardashians vagina.
No, that’s the one most populated with life.
…most populated with *death.
Fixed it. You’re welcome.
Conducting research on the new Leap Day William biopic or taking the Dethklok Career Tour?
Shrimplike amphipods? Count me in! Hey honey, you Asian? Come tag along!
- Brett Ratner
The only time oil in a port is good is when I’m docking the S.S. Pecker at Port Grannyhole.
And yet I can’t get service in my basement.
Challenge Her Deep C is a great name for an indie band.
Cameron: I claim this area in the name of HRH King James of Malibu!
*releases deepsea robotic sentry mermaids*
He cut his journey short because there were only a couple copepods and virtually no ocean liners
Your move, Branson.
Branson has just challenged Cameron to a lightsaber duel at the top of Olympus Mons on Mars, because there can be only one.
You mean…THE TALLEST MOUNTAIN IN OUR SOLAR SYSTEM?!?
*has been watching Little Einsteins
At the bottom of the sea, the egomaniac director holds court over the tiny shrimp-like creatures.
He knows, he knows, oh oh oh.
oh Patty <3
I wish this story could’ve happened a couple of weeks from now.
Cameron plans to return when the government finally gets around to creating that memetic pollialloy he’s been telling them about for the hull.
I hate to crap in his cereal but I can think of better aspects of my private life to gift to the press than ‘Losing thrust’ following a ‘fluid leak’. That’s pretty much an average friday night for most of us brahs, Captain Jimo.
“It was bleak. It looked like the moon. I didn’t see a fish… I didn’t find anything that looked alive to me, other than a few [shrimplike] amphipods in the water,” he said. “I didn’t feel like I got to a place where I could take interesting geology samples or found anything interesting biologically.”
National Geographic will chronicle the adventure in 3D at theaters and later on TV.
“It was really boring and there was nothing of interest to see or do. So naturally, I made a movie about it and will rip all kinds of money off you guys by releasing it in 3D”
Whoa, whoa, whoa. I took Biology of Invertebrates in college and I know FOR A FACT that there is no way that you can braid-fuck and amphipod. So my question is, how are the underwater Avatars gonna fuck?
In the land of the shrimp, the squarepantsed man is king.
I love constructing a well thought-out, overly crass and profane comment only to have it ruined by a silly typo.
James Cameron sees bottom of the world, isn’t impressed.
My favorite part is the mentioning that National Geographic are going to chronicle his adventure in 3D, after he admitted there was nothing down there to look at.
It started off as a reboot of Al Capone’s vault. Freakin’ reboots never resemble the originals.
“Wot’s da pig deal about going down on Maria’s Wench? I dooit all da time.” – Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Well, we know who to blame when Godzilla shows up.
Look at that picture. I swear he’s going to climb out of that thing and have a peg leg.
I’m disappointed. I was hoping the trip was cut short because he had to battle a sea-madness addled Michael Biehn, resuscitate his estranged wife, and be carried to the surface on a giant magical seashell. Also, Chris Elliot was there for some reason.
If you’ve just recovered from a plane crash, can’t remember a thing, and find yourself in a pod heading towards a city built way under the sea, for God’s sake, don’t listen to the man on the other end of the walkie talkie who calls himself Atlas!
It’s really James Cameron and he’s trying to use you to be the blank canvas central character in his next film. It’s shot in the underground city is his final revenge against Kathryn Bigelow.