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Most people do not know this about me, but I am a sucker for watches. Be them for the wrist or the pocket, nothing piques my interest more or gets my imagination rolling like the beauty of a well designed timepiece.

The category of my object of obsession is specifically limited to those watches with a mechanical movement. None of that digital, quartz, atomic-synched, battery powered mumbo jumbo with a combination altimeter, gps, heart rate monitor, and tea timer for me. No, I much prefer (Continued)

I love stuff like this… [Originally from here.]

LEGO Group is producing 15 billion components a year–that’s 1.7 million items an hour, or 28,500 a minute. Tire production accounts for some of that number; the factory also produces 306 million tiny rubber tires a year. In fact, going by that number, LEGO is the world’s No. 1 tire manufacturer.

Amazing.

LEGO is probably one of the best creations on the planet. I cannot tell you how many hours my sister and I spent growing up creating things out of LEGO. Whether or not we were creating some new form of space/land/sea/air transport device, a model of our “dream home,” or some type of Rube Goldberg contraption using marbles, LEGO occupied our minds and exercised our imaginations for hours on end.

Of course, quite often a fight would ensue whenever one of us was using a “keystone” piece that the other one desperately needed in order to complete their master work. (And, by “fight” I mean ripping apart the other’s creation — while they were not looking — in order to abscond with the necessary piece… which usually resulted in some form of fisticuffs or retaliation once discovered.) Ahhh… childhood.

Still, LEGO is a wonderful, wonderful toy… though surprising how expensive they are. And while imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, there is no comparison. If it is not LEGO, it is junk.

I have been toying with the idea of starting a personal blog for a while now. A great friend of mine even helped me get started. Then, I hit an obstacle… me. Or, more accurately, my personality. You see, there are many days and times where I run head-first into my OCD nature. Granted, I am not by any means a severe case, but there are certain times and areas of my life where the “perfectionist” in me kicks in. This blog was one of them. (Continued)