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I have a vague impression that yesterday I heard it on radio, or saw it on the Internet, or something, that mankind has maximum 200,000 more years, then we go extinct.

But I can't remember where I read it, saw it, or heard it. If indeed I read it, heard it or saw it... maybe I just dreamed it?

Well, I invite those who are willing to participate in this fun project, to predict precisely how we, as a group or species, are going to go down the tube.

Please give you regarded opinion, on how exactly you suppose this will end.

I imagine the end-of-days would be roughly that of Biblical Hell.

Goodness gracious great balls of fire!

With front row seats.

-1- wrote: ↑Thu Feb 21, 2019 9:35 am I have a vague impression that yesterday I heard it on radio, or saw it on the Internet, or something, that mankind has maximum 200,000 more years, then we go extinct.

One more reason not to sweat the weather, or climate.

One more reason to not sweat the weather, or climate.

(Which is correct?)

Walker wrote: ↑Thu Feb 21, 2019 10:17 am One more reason not to sweat the weather, or climate.

One more reason to not sweat the weather, or climate.

(Which is correct?)

Do I smell a Grammar Nazi?

Does something pique; or peak one's curiosity?

This is a time-series graph of my curiosity. You decide.

Logik wrote: ↑Thu Feb 21, 2019 10:27 am

Walker wrote: ↑Thu Feb 21, 2019 10:17 am One more reason not to sweat the weather, or climate.

One more reason to not sweat the weather, or climate.

(Which is correct?)

Do I smell a Grammar Nazi?

Does something pique; or peak one's curiosity?

This is a time-series graph of my curiosity. You decide.

peak.jpg

Well, after I read the first sentence, it just didn’t sound right.

I think the second one sounds better.
An English teacher could probably explain why, in objective, scientific terms.

Years ago I read an essay by Calvin Trillin in The New Yorker. As I recall they used to reserve their back page for an essay. Maybe they still do.

Trillin had to leave his broken automobile along the roadside, so he told about how he sat in the car to compose a note, to leave for anyone who might take an interest.

Trillin has a dry humour. Funny piece. He couldn’t get the note right. The sentences didn’t make sense to him. He kept tearing up notes, starting over. He had to get it just right. It wasn’t exactly writer’s block, it was more like procrastination elevated to a quest for the perfect economy of thought *.

Commentary: Anyone passing by would have seen a man sitting motionless in his car alongside the road, but he was actually pretty busy with the dimension of mischief that exists between the idea and the action, action which in his case was walking down the road for help.


* The same thing happened to Jerzy Kosiński in a more serious way on a life scale, which is good cause to always look on the bright side.