Taking the average speed at the Indianapolis 500 in 2024 (part of the title is “fast machine”): 167.763 M.P.H.
167.763 Miles/Hour × 5,280 feet/mile = 885,788.64 feet/hour
885,788.64 feet/hour ÷ 3,600 seconds/hour = 246.0524 feet/second
The song is 4 minutes 16 seconds long
Doing the mathematics that works out to 256 seconds
246.0524 feet/second × 256 seconds = 62,989.4144 feet
62,989.4144 feet ÷ 5,280 feet/mile =11.9298133333 miles by the end of the song
my housemate, Kasey, 11 yr old basset mix
And what?
Kacey’s knoggin is very Buddy shaped.
And a fine looking fellow he is!
Nice posture, Cleo-like eye and with a beauty mark! Perfection!
Hullo Kasey!
Nighthawks says you’re his “housemate”…. as if we don’t know you’re his owner.
Charlie Chaplin wows a crowd-1918
The man was quite an athlete.
That man can sure draw a crowd!
Actually, though Chaplin was a big draw, he wasn’t alone in that.
That’s Douglas Fairbanks holding him up… and the boy to the right of them, in the large fedora, is future star Doug Fairbanks Junior.
It was a star studded rally, on Wall Street, for Liberty Bonds, at the height of US involvement in World War I.
Gemini program
Still playing second fiddle to the Russians at that point…
I can remember watching those missions as a kid. I was hooked.
That’s what got me into engineering.
Still too cold!
Nah, X-country skiing warms one up really quick. So does a quick walk (which I did today).
on set “Marnie” – 1964
She seems to have removed her shoes. To see eye to eye with Mr. H.?
,.
Kittens!
Mama might be calico. (It would very rarely be the male.)
My calico had mismatched kittens like this.
When Papa was a Siamese, two of her kittens were white with calico points.
NYC-1905
They’re coming for me
They don’t have an emote that displays my feeling about the whole thing.
😱
Just for fun.
Isaac Asimov singing his clone song.
Got it! I’m surprised. I’m seeing double tonight.
Y not? (It’s right there…)
Is this a chromosomal thing?
No wonder the background is pink.
And so Ceiling Cat was born…
Is that anything like a coelacanth?
Beware of the cat-burglar.
Looks good, but also looks reversed to me.
Yup.
The rare dog/squirrel cross — a Dirrel? a Squag?
I wanna see the tail on a squirrel that big.
But not more than that.
Wotta cutie.
About tis piece the composer said, “You know how it is when someone asks you to ride in a terrific sports car, and then you wish you hadn’t?”
Taking the average speed at the Indianapolis 500 in 2024 (part of the title is “fast machine”): 167.763 M.P.H.
167.763 Miles/Hour × 5,280 feet/mile = 885,788.64 feet/hour
885,788.64 feet/hour ÷ 3,600 seconds/hour = 246.0524 feet/second
The song is 4 minutes 16 seconds long
Doing the mathematics that works out to 256 seconds
246.0524 feet/second × 256 seconds = 62,989.4144 feet
62,989.4144 feet ÷ 5,280 feet/mile =11.9298133333 miles by the end of the song
((4 + 16/60) / 60) h * 167.763 m/h = same result as yours, but with much less hassle.
But, like my teacher told me in Grade 5, “Ya gotta show yar work…”
But not by converting to units like feet or seconds when it comes to miles/hour.
And then he saw the one he really wanted…
Hey, that will keep him alive for, what, a week?
Hah, got three of them
“The Rat Pack…”
Yay you’re back. I couldn’t get in for a few days.