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New Well, since I'm closer to Hell, I would start there.
New Uuh... You're not talking figuratively, are you?
I hope...?

(I was. :-)


   [link|mailto:MyUserId@MyISP.CountryCode|Christian R. Conrad]
(I live in Finland, and my e-mail in-box is at the Saunalahti company.)
Ah, the Germans: Masters of Convoluted Simplification. — [link|http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/?p=1603|Jehovah]
New figuratively and geographically
That is the beauty of the double entendre.

New Too bad, sorry to hear; I was hoping it was a single one :-)
     Google knows how far it is from Here to There. - (Another Scott) - (12)
         I've been to neither Here nor There... - (altmann)
         To Hell and Back - (altmann)
         There's probably a Lost, too - (static) - (9)
             There's a Paradise in Michigan's UP - (Lily) - (8)
                 Most of us are more prone to going the other way, I fear. -NT - (CRConrad) - (4)
                     Well, since I'm closer to Hell, I would start there. -NT - (Lily) - (3)
                         Uuh... You're not talking figuratively, are you? - (CRConrad) - (2)
                             figuratively and geographically - (Lily) - (1)
                                 Too bad, sorry to hear; I was hoping it was a single one :-) -NT - (CRConrad)
                 As soon as I read the first post - (jbrabeck) - (2)
                     I went to Paradise on my honeymoon - (Lily) - (1)
                         Was it by the dashboard light? -NT - (Silverlock)

You're typing on a device that stores trillions of pieces of data and makes billions of computations per second with the ability to grab data on almost anything from around the world in milliseconds, using electricity transmitted from hundreds of kilometers through wires on towers dozens of meters tall connected to megastructures that do things like burn coal as fast as entire trains can pull into the yard, or spin in the wind with blades the size of jumbo jets, or the like, which were delivered to their location by vehicles with computer-timed engines burning a fuel that was pumped up halfway around the world from up to half a dozen kilometers underground and locked into complex strata (through wells drilled by diamond-lined bores that can be remote-control steered as they go), shipped around the world in tankers with volumes the size of large city blocks and the height of apartment complexes, run through complex chemical processes in unimaginable quantities, distributed nationwide and sold to you at a corner store for $1.80 a gallon, which you then pay for with a little piece of microchipped plastic, if not a smartphone, which does all of the aforementioned computer stuff but in a box the size of your hand that tolerates getting beaten up in your pocket all day.

But technology never seems to advance...


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