I believe that Lou Reed was especially inspired and wrote some great songs for the Veldt Underground after a trip to Southern Africa.
You mean after a trip to Germany, because Conrad Velvet always got typecast as a Nazi.
You know, if he ever got really tired of Hollywood, he might’ve run off to sea, and as a fisherman I’ll bet he’d always have gotten a veidt.
He’d better be careful running off to sea. All the storage bites in the world won’t do him any good if he gets his computer equipment full of saltwater.
I was going to watch the local team play football, but it’s their byte week.
As long as they aren’t playing, it’s a good week to get a bye exam to see if you need glasses.
If Captain Kirk tells you to set phasers on stun, I’m sure you’ll say “Eye, sir,” and do your duty as a Starfleet officer, whether or not you have 20/20 vision.
The you can meet him afterwords for a nice slice of blueberry aye.
You’d better eat plenty to keep your strength up if you’re going to be calculating the value of pie up to the ten quadrillionth decimal place.
You can have my calculator when you can **pi **it from my cold, dead hands.
No matter how much you pry bitter tears, I will have that calculator, dammit!
Steady there - it’s only a number cruncher, not a magical crying glass!
Wow, 48 pages! I keep scrying to guess how long this thread will run, and I keep getting it wrong.
I bet Alan Trying, one of the original computer scientists, could have guessed, or at least come up with some algorithm to calculate it out.
Margaret Thatcher, confronting widespread opposition to her policies, famously declared, “The lady’s not for Turing.”
With the size of the capital M, the descent of the g and the ascent of the t, Margaret Thatcher’s name is tricky for typographers when turning, or spacing the letters for a pleasing look.
isn’t a fancy restaurant
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Ooookay.
I don’t know if you’ve ever been Kerning, N.J., but I hear it’s a pretty grim industrial town, and not too pleasing at all.
Isn’t there a fair there every year where the Kearny folk come and set up rides and games?
You can’t trust anyone named** Carney**, like Tippi Hedrin’s less-remembered Hitchcock movie.