Look up "Griffith crack length". That'll explain it. Basically, a crack can slowly creep and get longer over an indefinite period, but once it reches a critical length, it sprints all the way to breaking point.
Is that a Griffith crack or a Griffin crack? The loud bang was probably caused by too much 'loud' in the closet.
Years ago, some professor was talking about implant access to mega-computers, and he asked, "What would happen if we had the equivalent of 100 years of thought in every decision we make?"
I replied, "No more Hawaiian shirts?" And yes, I was wearing one at the time.
Nice thought -- but I really do need to get rid of the ones that don't fit (which is 90% these days) -- rather than them sitting in my closet, someone else could be enjoying them (there are some really nice ones)
When my parents went to Hawaii, they brought me and my three brothers back Hawaiian shirts. I think my sister got a Hawaiian dress. So a few years later when we took the car trip from Seattle to Disneyland, we all were told to bring our Hawaiian shirts so that when us kids were loose in Disneyland, our parents could easily spot us! Yep, a Hawaiian shirt makes a good locating device and does not require a battery. That's the only Hawaiian shirt I've ever owned, but the above photo has me thinking my life may be lacking something...
However, what I really think Max the Magnificent needs to do is to piece together some of these seemingly unrelated recent events and find the true meaning in them. So, for example, all the whisks you found in the drawer the other day...and now your Hawaiian shirts come crashing down at night...this is a big hint. Tell Gina the Georgeous you have been analyzing and piecing together these puzzling events and that someone is trying to send you a messsage: whisks+Hawaii="whisk us to Hawaii". Yes, the deeper meaning, hence, is that you deserve a Hawaiian vacation. In fact if you look a little farther back, the ukelele...Hawaii beckons. And there you could give every shirt one last wearing before you donate them to Goodwill, plus you could pick up the newest fashions fresh from the islands as replacements.
It cheers me up in the morning to select the "shirt of the day"...
I ordered some from Amazon to carry me through Design West -- there's an example in the following blog: