Luck, Like A Russian Car, Generally Only

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Human Beings Can Get Used To Virtually Anything, Given Plenty Of Time And No Choice In The Matter Whatsoever.

New Technology Is Useful, But It's Inefficient And Ugly; It Knows It'll Be Obsolete By Lunchtime Tomorrow, So It Has No Incentive To Be Anything Else

I Try And Do 2,500 Words A Day, Every Day Of The Year

Luck, Like A Russian Car, Generally Only Works If You Push It.