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GROUNDED~!
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NO …
I don’t mean that The Spouse has put me on a leash or locked me in the doghouse. I refer to one of my favourite interests, Crank Science.
ANYONE
capable of fogging a mirror back in the sixties/seventies will remember the cardboard pyramid craze. In a nitshell you made a wee cardboard pyramid to the exact proportions (scaled down a bit) of the Great Pyramid of Giza, and if you aligned it precisely on north, and if your sample was at the correct height above the base and on the centreline … you were in business.
ANECDOTAL EVIDENCE ABOUNDED
With many quoted examples of all sorts of miraculous events occurring within scaled-down pyramids. Meat wouldn’t rot, milk stayed dredible (new word: it’s the liquid equivalent of edible) for months etc etc but the best of them all was (SFX: TA-DAAAAAH! here please) blunt razor blades correctly aligned therein would resharpen themselves. Or, if you dried your blade after use and popped it in it would never go blunt.
NOT ONE TO ACCEPT
the improbable on face value; and not giving a hoot who might think me a Continue reading “DOWN TO EARTH”