00010101000100100101010001001111110’s
Four and Twenty Blackbirds, baked in a PI,
When the PI was done, the birds began to sing..
00010101000100100101010001001111110
Ah...yes, the sweetest sound you ever did hear.
Long ago, my office embarked on a huge task: digitize all the maps in the nation.
After a while my boss reported that we were half finished. I knew that was far-fetched because we hadn’t even completed standards development.
He later explained that since we would eventually store binary data, all we had left was the 1’s.
LOL