The Best I Could Do Throughout the Ages is Meticulously Catalogue My Failures

That's what's written at the top of a piece of notebook paper I found while digging through my old personal records and journals. It's undated, in my hand, but doesn't sound like anything I would have written. Could I have copied it from somewhere? Note the pretentious British spelling of "Catalogue," though it might be an accidental misspelling. Here's the rest of the page:

#1 Machine: Waterwheel; Design: Water from watersource (A) propels wheel (B) in counterclockwise. When wheel shaft (C) reaches the end of its thread, wheel becomes dislodged from wheel base plate (D) and wheel tower (E). Gravity separates three main components. Machine failure: Too simple a model to have any practical applications

#4 Machine: Paper Aircraft; Design: As aircraft spins and falls, accumulating air under aircraft forces flaps (A), (B), (C) & (D) out of folds (E), (F), (G), & (H), respectively.

Neglecting areas of self-demolition (The Self-Lighting Firecracker, The Hammerhead), self-depletion (The Electric Scissors, The Solar Umbrella), self-erosion (The Rust Fountain)

Rudy the Robot plucks out his Adam's apple

Strange that I could write something so unfamiliar. I like it, though. I wonder if it was copied down during a visit to The Museum of Jurassic Technology.