Pig Latin is a fun language game that translates ordinary English words into a strange and foreign-sounding language. The objective is to conceal the meaning of the words from others not familiar with the rules. Full list of rules.
Scissors cuts paper, paper covers rock, rock crushes lizard, lizard poisons Spock, Spock smashes scissors, scissors decapitates lizard, lizard eats paper, paper disproves Spock, Spock vaporizes rock, and as it always has, rock crushes scissors.Sheldon Cooper
Triangle Evaluator is a fun tool that takes three inputs and tells you what kind of triangle they can form - equilateral, isosceles, or scalene. More about triangles.
Detektivbyrån (“The Detective Agency”) was a Swedish electronica and folk music trio from Gothenburg. The group consisted of Anders “Flanders” Molin (accordion, music box), Martin “MacGyver” Molin (glockenspiel, traktofon, toy piano, Theremin) and Jon Nils Emanuel Ekström drums, sound box, small bells.
When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees, and but a few stray gleams steal into the inner sanctuary, I throw myself down among the tall grass by the trickling stream; and, as I lie close to the earth, a thousand unknown plants are noticed by me: when I hear the buzz of the little world among the stalks, and grow familiar with the countless indescribable forms of the insects and flies.
Then I feel the presence of the Almighty, who formed us in his own image, and the breath of that universal love which bears and sustains us, as it floats around us in an eternity of bliss; and then, my friend, when darkness overspreads my eyes, and heaven and earth seem to dwell in my soul and absorb its power, like the form of a beloved mistress, then I often think with longing, Oh, would I could describe these conceptions, could impress upon paper all that is living so full and warm within me, that it might be the mirror of my soul, as my soul is the mirror of the infinite God!
When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy.
