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.

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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:

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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.”

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

“Look, Mr. Frodo — it’s a door.”

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So, we meet again.

But first — a Samosa. And some Advil.

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

Midnight. Kolchak break.

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Don’t ask what the corkscrew is for.

What do you think, sirs?