Life sucks, so then you fly |
What if you dream of a yellow box from Microsoft that displays on some computer screen what is going on in your network?
It had a name even, but I forgot.
The theme of the dream was, ancient tech you no longer need to use that used to be handy, but now it's closet-food.
One day when you're all in the hills enjoying your millions from Bitcoin and Yahoo, and you're too old to care about politics or disease because you've risen above the petty necessities of life,
uh,
(Ahem) if I'm not dead I'll wonder how the hell I missed out on Bitcoin-yahoo-whatever, wallowing in my little yellow boxes.
I might appear on "The Hoarder show," even.
More rotd train-stuff...If you'd invested in that patch of tumbleweeds, you'd be a billionaire by now...or they'd have eminent-domained it away from you because they didn't like your kind.
Tumbleweeds don't become castles without LOTS of salesmanship (and pretty saleswomen) and let's face it, you couldn't sell rocks to tortoises, uh, or whatever
.I'm allowed to drift off the subject, but if that offends you, please stop reading now.
I'm looking for a decent Pittsburgh bridge-collapse picture.
Apparently, the bridge is so damn big they only show pieces of it,
not what it looked like before and a long shot afterwards.
What kind of bridge was it? Trestle, suspension...?
I can't fault them for being paranoid at first and disallowing flyovers and drones.
If it's so big, (I wonder,) why did the entire thing sink down, not just one piece? maybe that's a question best left to architects and physicists (and hopefully, bridge designers)
In the movie, water weakened the supports |
in 1974 it was a stylish bridge (and whatever that means, I hope they trash the original design)
Stable, Rust-like. Lawyers will get rich suing everyone everywhere |
I wanted to add a long, non-location-specific harangue about construction techniques, But I know next to nothing about construction.
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