...i Know Good Design When I Fail

God Is An Iron... And That's A Hot One.

And I Repeat: If There Is Anything That Can Divert The Land Of My Birth From Its Current Stampede Into The Stone Age, It Is The Widespread Dissemination Of The Thoughts And Perceptions That Robert Heinlein Has Been Selling As Entertainment Since 1939.

Me, I Have A Science Fiction Writer's Conviction That The Damn Robot Is Supposed To Speak Human, Not The Other Way Around.

In 1971, After Seven Years In College, With That Magic Piece Of Paper Clutched Triumphantly In My Fist, The Best Job I Was Able To Get Was Night Watchman On A Sewer Project In Babylon, N.y. Guarding A Hole In The Ground To Prevent Anyone From Stealing It. God Bless The American Educational System!

And I'm A Pair Of Pants With A Hole Scorched Through The Ass?