You took my life
Another successful week of humor blogging! I mean that it was done at all, not necessarily that what happened was what I might have wanted to have happen. Anyway,
if you didn't catch it on your RSS reader device of choice, you can still see what I had, here:
- On Foot, last week's big piece, some nonsense about shoe-tying.
- Statistics July: How The Month Treated Another Blog, Meanwhile, reviewing how popular my story comic summaries are and how much nothing else is.
- Statistics Saturday: Apollo Lunar Landings, By Day, some light nonsense.
- What’s Going On In Prince Valiant? May – August 2017 It was a surprise attack of backstory, is what!
- Championship Posing, based on this weekend when
bunny_hugger won another pinball medal. And then another. - In Which The Facts Are Kind Of Annoying, based on Salisbury steak.
- After The Weekend, when I looked up Wisconsin.
- No, The Space Whale Probe Can Hold Off, Too, this week's big piece, in which think about society some and come out opposed to its destruction.
Now back to our penultimate ride on Mean Streak, last year:
Part of the return leg of Mean Streak, as seen from the queue within. Good chance most of this structure is still there, but it'll look different.
Looking more directly up at the launch station and part of the return leg of Mean Streak.
Underside of Mean Streak's launch platform. I can make out the mechanism for the gates guarding the entry queues, but don't blame you if you can't. They're a series of slight metal pipes about one-third from the top, all laying horizontally and joined by vertically aligned bolts. This lets them all open and close simultaneously.
The end of the queue, which wasn't all that long. Notice the alarming sign all ready for use on top of the trash bin.
Anticipation. Mean Streak's trains would descend into the station, a sign that the ride really was built higher than it needs to be. All that potential energy of an extra ten-foot-or-so drop was used for nothing except rattling the superstructure.
Mean Streak Henry, who'd ridden this roller coaster more than 16,000 times according to the sign in the station and his T-shirt. He was there, far as we can tell, all day, filling in a second seat for lone passengers. He was in high demand that day.
Trivia: The word ``resolve'' meant, by 1398, ``to dissolve, to break up''. By 1571 it had extended to include ``break up, dispel, or remove'' as an a doubt or difficulty, which leads to its current meaning.
Source: Semantic Antics: How And Why Words Change Meaning, Sol Steinmetz.
Currently Reading: The Money Men: Capitalism, Democracy, and the Hundred Years' War Over The American Dollar, H W Brands.