I am in the process of building a thing.

As you can see, it began inauspiciously.

But by the end of the night, it was actually starting to look like something. And I never once stabbed myself in frustration, though attaching those rubber bands was an exercise in madness.


Stay tuned! I think the realy hard bits (the fine moving parts) are behind me and it’s just a matter of building up the superstructure, but we’ll see.

Progress report, Friday afternoon-ish:


You can’t see it from here, but the bumper work cause actual existential fear and panic. Then I realized I needed to swap out a couple of misplaced parts.

The trunk, or as they say in the UK, the “luggage park.”


Don’t worry, I’ve got this under control.

“Look, Mr. Frodo — it’s a door.”


So, we meet again.

But first — a Samosa. And some Advil.


You cannot imagine the sadness and peril that went into the making of this.

Midnight. Kolchak break.


Don’t ask what the corkscrew is for.

What do you think, sirs?