USED TO NOT BE THIS WAY!
Back when kids had parents,
The Bible was allowed in school…
Kids shooting themselves, so to speak
Were exceptions not increasingly the rule!
Common sense fled out the window
And in this economy…
Wise employers look on FACEBOOK
Private lives posted publicly!
It really is her very own fault
Being targeted by a selfish letter…
If she’d been taught how to used her brains
The outcome would have been better!
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Mixing the fantasy with the reality to make people interested in the many things that are happening in advanced materials.
Now the materials people can’t match Stan Lee’s and jack Kirby’s overactive imaginations. I can’t get a catalog with the great properties of the latest Adamantium or look up a data sheet on the flexibility of Vibranium and it’s resonant frequencies. Those things remain unobtanium. But there are a lot of things going on out there that is giving us incredible new materials that are going to have a huge impact on our lives.
A future metal medley from Alfin:
“You never had a pedicure?” Stunned, my wife and daughter stared at me.
Maybe the Chimp needed to get in touch with his feminine side.
Coming home from my doctor’s appointment, I journeyed into a beauty salon.
To ignore the strange looks from the women I picked up a magazine. Apparently, Caitlyn Jenner doesn’t feel like a woman anymore.
A tiny Asian woman led me to chair that stood above a tub. Removing my sneakers, socks, and rolling up my jeans, I sank my feet into the warm water.
I could get used to this.
I started clever salon conversation. “Are you excited about the new season of ‘The Voice?’”
The thin woman next to me made awful sounds with her gum as if she learned to chew by watching cattle grazing.
Forget the conversation.
This Chimp knows there’s no greater turn off than a man with crusty nails. So…
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Everybody thinks they grew up in the most boring neighborhood on the whole number line. But trust me: you’d rather spend seven eternities in your home than a Saturday night in mine.
I don’t need to describe my home interval; you know it already. Neither terribly close to an integer, nor terribly far from one. No famous constants for miles around. No crossroads, no bustling port, no frontier town: just an anonymous suburb of an unseen city, a faceless stretch on the long gray road that runs from one infinity to the other.
Nothing to do? Understatement. There was nothing to think, nothing to feel, nothing to say. I gathered stories wherever I could, scavenged for tales of distant realms where something, anything, was happening.
Somewhere, a trillion covert sequences spiraled towards pi.
Somewhere, a mirror reflected the negative image of every number I knew.
Somewhere, the integers climbed beyond…
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