I think it’s coming soon…
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Apparently being reviewed by the same little old lady assembling our glowforges.
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i misread this as “little old lady bug” at first, for some reason, and now i like the idea of a swarm of robotic insects manning a manufacturing line.
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If I could accurately predict how the Universe would unfold, this boy would be better off financially! That would be a valuable talent. Glowforge guessed, and they were mistaken - a few times. I am not surprised.
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I like it, clean, simple, eye catching call to action. Well done.
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Why does the August update need to be reviewed? Spell check it, sure, but the more marketing spin it needs the less transparent it feels.
Every company has its bureaucracy. It might be marketing, sure. It may also be standards, legalese, or any other of a host of hoops to jump through. Humans are second only to Vogons for their ability to self-impose bureaucratic nonsense.
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At least our poetry is mildly better.
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wait, what? What about Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Sussex?
Vogon poetry is, of course, the third worst in the universe.
The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their poet master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem “Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning”, four of the audience members died of internal hemorrhaging and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived only by gnawing one of his own legs off.
Grunthos was reported to have been “disappointed” by the poem’s reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his 12-book epic entitled “My Favourite Bathtime Gurgles” when his own large intestine - in a desperate attempt to save life itself - leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain.
The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator, Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Sussex, in the destruction of the planet Earth. Vogon poetry is mild by comparison.
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Back in my younger, more carefree days, the greeting on my answering machine used to be:
“Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturations are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee”
Confused the hell out of anyone who called. I recorded it off of the audiobook version read by Douglas Adams.
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Looks like the full TV series (1981) is available online
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