If you had both a digital clock and an analog clock, you could figure out the exact time your power went out, even after it came on again.
Couldn't do that with only one of the two.
Entries like this are why you read my journal.
I seem to find geekery of any kind extraordinarily attractive.
My dad got me a model Gundam kit - apparently he saw it and just picked it up. It sat on my shelves for perhaps half a year, and just yesterday I decided to take it down and put it together.
I'm having a hell of a lot of fun. I've gone through 38 parts so far, and about two hours. I've got one leg that goes up to the kneecap, and one leg that goes up to . . . well, the lower leg. (It's sitting there mocking me right now, but I'm ignoring it.)
And so naturally I'm looking around online and seeing what else is out there.
There's a hell of a lot out there.
I've found an entire set of Eva models, up to and including the EVA-05 Mass Production Model. I've found both the YF-19 and the YF-21. I've found, of course, tons of Gundam stuff. The only Outlaw Star model I've found is a spectacularly expensive resin model, but . . . rowr. That's all I can say about that.
And naturally that leads me into Warhammer, and I end up spending some time browing *that*. There's some awesome stuff out there. Maybe it's time for me to learn how to paint.
And when it all comes down to it, I like expertise. I like obsession. I like people being able to hold long involved conversations about the various design decisions in the Ratchet and Clank series, or explain what the best sports car out there is, or even go over fashion on a spectacularly deep level. I like people who are interested in something, and want to understand it so completely that they become an expert on it. I browse gun ownership forums because they're absolutely fascinating - I've never fired a gun in my life, but listening to people go into deep detail on everything that should be checked over before you buy a firearm - that's interesting. And makes me want to try it out.
And it occurs to me that many people I've known just haven't had anything they want to delve that deeply into. They're content with knowing many things on a surface level, but don't want to push into the absolute finest details on anything. And after a while, that just frustrates me. I don't want to live life on the surface. I want to live it deep down in the trenches, on that surreal point where any question that can be asked can also be answered.
And dammit, that right leg is taunting me. Maybe it's time to go build a second kneecap.