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Probably a sign of my misspent youth, but I know that nothing good can come from a project where Japanese scientists drill towards the center of the earth.
I've seen this attributed to the USAF, Quantas, and the Marine Air Corps. Personally, I think they're too perfect to be real, although my buddy Steve (who was a Marine pilot and AvTech) sez these are plausible.
He adds his favorite problem:
P. Sounds like midget with hammer.
S. Took away midget's hammer.
Think about that before you fly this holiday season.
It was a miserable description of sexy. He usually does much better.
"That's strange," she says, "because when you mentioned the giant shark, the motorcycle being driven by the skeleton, and Q-Bert, "sexy" just didn't come to mind."
A song comes to an abrupt end, and she claps her hands softly.
He smiles. She's right.
What is there that is sexy about Q-Bert?
"I forgot to mention the red lights," he adds.
She smiles. He's relieved.
His lapse was not fatal, his fall not complete.
"And what about this place?" she asks.
He doesn't…
Descartes is sitting in a bar, having a drink. The bartender asks him if he would like another. "I think not," he says and vanishes in a puff of logic.
Probabilistic statistics sacrifice perfection at the microscale for optimization at the macroscale.
Got that? Me neither—intuitively. This article helped.
At last, a big block snowblower.
With a 454 cubic inch 412 HP V8, 42" two-stage auger, 10 bolt truck differential with spool, and a centrifugal auger clutch with shear pin protection . . . You don't know what I got!