According to Wikipedia, "Turtle (also called American Turtle) was the world's first submersible vessel with a documented record of use in combat." It could be called the first, with qualifiers. We don't know so much about the submarine from 1620.
I once bought a house that had a cement pond. I stocked it with goldfish from the bait shop, and that pond became a snack bar for egrets. I liked the egrets, though.
Very much so, and often already on hand, while paint has to be purchased for the purpose. Back when I carried a lot of keys, I used nail polish of various colors to distinguish them.
So I went to the Drive to see why the species name is sisyphus, the mythical character doomed to repeat a pointless task every day. It's all about spider sex, and it's pretty grim. "But since they lack nerves, they can be difficult to position..." And sex can lead to cannibalism. That seems pretty pointless. And now I feel sorry for a spider.
When I was a little kid, my mother introduced me to the ambiguities of the English language by telling me I shouldn't be afraid of the Purple People Eater because he only eats purple people. So when I was working on this post, I thought of Sheb Wooley, and now that song is stuck in my head.
It wasn't so much the programmers, but the higher-ups who insisted on DJs never playing a song longer than three minutes so they could sell X units of ads. That's the reason record companies made a shorter single that faded out, because otherwise they wouldn't get radio play for the full version.