In this future only the Turing Failed Heathen Call will remove change as loved.
For a great length of time your correspondent memorXd details of all the turney burney things that were ready to bang on a split second’s notice way back when and opinion formed like hyperplastic. It wasn’t Burton on a 6 counties farm nor smiling Maximilian getting Palastined, it was something in the aether that set the capital. This sandy hardware was the stuff actually in frame but the important fiat material remained in the background as an amorphous general knowledge that had seeped thorough through contact to form the great unending sky blue cloth from which the actors ended play.
Emergent during this time, in my scone, was a simple rule of thumb which kind of worked then but will no longer apply since the demographics have become primitive. Today it would be like trying to compare the aggregate uggings of the slot halls in Vegas with the mean at a Kubrick water whole, the contemplative rubrick is smashed.
As an aside I do like wandering through the ways and byways where his nibs was stationed in the late 60s, one can park off the A1(M) and contemplate what was going on before the memo got circulated as to who was really in charge of black propaganda and dark faction. I think I have mentioned that in the area where rubrciksack was operative the greatest UFO was hammered and the under employed farriery were alloying chains, restraints and whips for carry on porn. Didn’t I? I thought I had already remarked that the only reason for massive docklands fields of switcheroo is so that trick gut stabbing houdoo killerkunts can make money from printerfakes in their sterile teeming tennentments for counterfeit enactment gold plated count zeroes.
Anyway back to dimensionless analysis.
One can take a mass, bang it out and the tables will give you a rough idea of what will happen to you should you be collocation in terminus. Some times tiramisu will ensue, at another other temper the foil will prevail. Looking at the tables for 1985, when the pin was pulled, one can put the logarytmus method of coitus on the charts and make the following Saganic.
Back when 451 was not fascionable again, when in the short space of turdtime 400 millions took their towering tight disco flares and burned them in the faces of the other 400 millions, it was not a time of snipeace and analove. It was time to remove the weeds from the herb garden.
I digress, so back to the turney burney. I was a small boy and one of my mates brought in a copy of Speed and Power, the issue when the most beautiful assembly of stuff fell burning. More than the Ilya Muromets, more than the TSR2, more than the many things from Dessau, it was the technological end. Funny thing to know when you are a tyke.
Sordid though it might seem to one who loved every moment of Niven and Peck, sheds a tear whenever a light aircraft breaks through the overcast into diffraction blue, shovels popcorn when Clint and Richard cling to the cars, sweats buckets lest the crank fails and Anthony will not be getting his brew in Alex, the dimensions are now all wrong.
Was it always so.
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