That thing that describes things you can’t remember the names for. That thing.
So typical.
Sand tiger sharks are just big puppies. Sure.
But if they want to, could they take a piece of me as a souvenir?
Maybe the hand in the ultimate machine just wants to come out of the box.
Perpetual frustration.
It’s hard to tell if we’ve started marching towards it. Wonder if that’s how everyone felt in the past.
If I had been told this was the deal before entering, it probably didn’t good.
But once in, it’s not so bad!
Cut four slices of gruyere bread.
M “Cut more, no?”
“Oh no, I’ll just take one.”
M “Take more.”
“I’m fine. I’ll just take this edge piece.”
M “No no, you should cut more! You usually eat the whole loaf.”
…
It is true. I love it.
After watching a super hero movie, all I could think about was how those super powers would be great on glacier travels.
Seems I’ve been bitten by the mountain bug.
There are some things that I truly believed to be fantastic until I actually did it.
Walking in clouds is one of those.
Dogs are surprisingly slow to notice cyclists approaching behind them.
Didn’t mean to scare you so much.
Suggestion for the next evolutionary step for flying insects: figure out which part of a window is just transparent and which part is open.
You can do it!
Hopefully no machine will make a mistake of recommending “similar books” for a mystery book where the narrator is the culprit.