Reality beats any opinion including my own.
One summer between 3rd and 4th grade, my teacher offered us a bribe. She had about a dozen little hand-looms, and when you were caught up with your work, if there was a free loom you could go work on weaving a little rug about 6 inches wide and of indefinite length, though she would make us stop at about 12 inches. The bribe: She had just three larger looms, about a foot wide. The 3 students who read and wrote a two-sentence summary of the most books that summer would be given access to the “big” looms. I read more than 200 books that summer… and came in fourth behind three girls who (I’m astounded to discover this still annoys me) cheated by reading little golden books and stuff that I’d been done with since 1st grade.
Kids… and every other person… interpret what they hear to suit themselves.
Software can try to be better than its users, but spell chequers prove that it’s not possible.
I doubt I’d forget that moment either.
I’ve been forcefully requested to stop that when whistling while working. Of course it was actually management’s fault for putting all the programmers into one big room without even cubbies. I would have been more inclined toward agreeing to be quiet if the folks around me hadn’t been so inclined to break out into nerf-gun battles and other disruptive behavior when I was trying to concentrate.
I had a sub when I was little. Don’t remember the details but somehow, when my mom put a little baking soda into it, it would move around the bathtub. There’s probably an important life lesson here somewhere if we can just find the metaphorical viewpoint.
I don’t believe it. I guess I fall with most of us, that way.
Randy lives inside his dreams? And manages that by imagining famous faces associated with the ordinary passengers he pats?
Ever seen an orrery? That would actually sort of work… if you had a light source inside the sun.
As a favor, maybe Pastis will avoid puns for a day or two. Or three??