I am referring to the development of a functional beverage product (an orange-flavored breakfast drink mix) with which I was associated back in the 1970s.

Even keysmash, that haphazard mashing of fingers against keyboard to signal a feeling so intense that you can't possibly type real words, has patterns. A typical keysmash might look like asdljklgafdlik. or asdfkfjas;dfs—quite distinct from, say, a cat walking across the keyboard […]

Sometimes, like turnspit cur, he reels, Sweating in his mysterious wheels; And by his motion, tho' he fancies That higher up he still advances, Yet, press'd down with his nat'ral weight, After much toiling, still the Knight Is found to be in the same place Where first he did begin his race; And has done less, for all his boasting, Than turnspit dog the goose when roasting.

He was often heard to express his fears of coming upon the parish; and to bless God, that, on account of his having been so long a housekeeper, he was intitled to that provision.