Inward-flowing trigonometrists burgle fine-toothed angle pushers on the twentieth day of their self-imposed exile from the land of mathematics. Nowhere near the crime is there a scrap of linen, the trademark of the now oft-emulated original perpetrators. The copycats don’t seem to mind perpetuating the need for a police state, it’s likely that their cheetah-spritzing Continue reading Eggheads