Mission Control : “You are clear to launch.”
Astronaut (in comically high pitched voice) : “Um, are you sure the leak is contained?”
Mission Control (stifling giggles): “Oh for sure.”
At that precise moment the door to the astronauts cockpit falls off onto the launch pad.
Like a virgin, hey
Watching my concerts for the very first time
One is more Pampered than the other.
Probably just toilet breaks for the two elderly gentlemen debating about how much a penny used to buy at the general store.
Edit : Gentlemen instead gentleman
This is me in a nutshell.
Well he is wearing a plague mask.
Y'all need no Jesus
Illegal Aliens!
Build that forest moon shield, build that forest moon shield!
“The clouds covered the sky, and the sun was choked off permanently. Solar power was but a memory, and an advanced society had depleted most other fuel sources. Surely now the machines would surrender.”
“Bio-electric, thermal, kinetic. All could be harnessed. Everything about the human body was built to extrude power, and they could be grown so easily.”
Didn’t think I would live long enough to see the Matrix become a plausible future.
They may want to sort out their little golden calf issue before their imaginary friend in the sky starts striking them down with lightning.
“I aim to pease.”, A Cockwork Orange.
You are right. Removing the L makes all the difference.
Conway’s Law in action.
Organisations which design systems (in the broad sense used here) are constrained to produce designs which are copies of the communication structures of these organisations.