Today we have one of those spinny whirlycopter things. It seems to work okay. It’d better! It’s only one of the simplest damn machines that exist.
I couldn’t give it a very rigorous test, because it started raining as soon as I finished putting it together. Considering that I live in the desert, this is probably some sort of sign.
Didn’t you know the world is ending on Saturday? Something about some dodgy math. I’m a lit person myself, but I’m fairly certain that similies don’t apply in mathematics ("I know that one day for me is like a thousand years." Peter was probably just hungover.). For your amuseument, the article is at http://uk.news.yahoo.com/preachers-prophesying-end-world-york-000338169.htmlAlso, very cute! And they have hippos :)