But I swear this one will last longer. I’ve spent all darned day on this, but I think I finally have things as I want them.

Astute readers will notice the random bug doodle that shows up beside the post title.  I’ll be adding to these as I go along, but we’re starting with 9.

Refresh!

Too bad I can’t be trusted with watches.

From Geek and Hype.

I’ve always been fascinated with construction sites, particularly those great block-long pits of steel and mud that precede the appearance of new condominiums.  I suppose in part it’s the heaps of dirt that attract me - I never could resist a good dirt pile - but there’s an element of mystery in it as well.  What on earth are all those bizarre chunks of metal for?  How is all this meant to hold up a fifty story building?  Miles of pipe and coiled tubing, scaffolding in every colour, cables strung all over…it’s magical.  It’s like a great huge playground made just for me.

Except, of course, I’m not allowed to play in it.

I have, at various times in my life, entertained the notion of going into construction.  Of course, I’ve also considered joining the army, teaching grade school, opening a cafe, owning a bike shop, becoming a veterinarian, and going into video game design, among other things, so I don’t know how much you can really take from that.  I just want to play in the dirt.

I also want to live in this building once it’s done, but that’s besides the point.  Who can afford to live in Yorkville, anyway?

…in my recycling room.