Hey meow, I won't claim to have spent four years working at a Firestone service center -- such efforts might mar my manicured digits, or muss my impeccable coif -- but I'm pretty sure the drivetrain contains at least one part designed specifically to spin or rotate or revolve, right?
My mental picture of this metaphor had the sudden grinding reversal of this spinning action much too loud for a simple hard drive. Think: driving along, brakes lock up, metal shears off the undercarriage, tires burst from their housings like so many angry bees (four, I suppose), and the entire car explodes for absolutely no reason.
Did I explain that I was mighty sleep deprived when I wrote this whole thing?
Please wait...
and remember to be decent to everyone all of the time.
Mythril. Awesome.
You make sweet love to it.
My mental picture of this metaphor had the sudden grinding reversal of this spinning action much too loud for a simple hard drive. Think: driving along, brakes lock up, metal shears off the undercarriage, tires burst from their housings like so many angry bees (four, I suppose), and the entire car explodes for absolutely no reason.
Did I explain that I was mighty sleep deprived when I wrote this whole thing?