You know how when you read some article, the first sentence is always basically like, “On a Sunday morning in 2002, researcher Robert Jarvik arrived at work, swinging his green Subaru Outback into a parking spot at Los Alamos Labs”?
And your point is …
When they talk about the date in, like, the first sentence? Call me crazy, but I’m officially obsessed with this. It’s some whole thing, like, “You must now start your shit like this, or else.” Or is it just me.
No, yeah, totally. And then you go all boring on their ass, like, “The early 20th century saw ...