"Hobby" (n): An Excuse to Sit on Your Fat Ass and Watch TV

August 6, 2001

I've decided I need a hobby. Not something very intensive, mind you, but something to do with my spare time. I'm thinking of building models.

I used to try that stuff when I was a kid, and I kinda liked it and kinda didn't. The end results were cool, but I didn't have the patience to do them correctly -- parts would be fused together that shouldn't have been, there'd be plastic knobs where the pieces came off the mold, decals would be broken, etc. -- so I wound up throwing in the towel after a few. I just got to thinking about it a few weeks ago when I helped my mom and my stepfather clean out their house so they can move. I wound up throwing away a model airplane and a model space shuttle that had basically fallen apart over the last 15 years. It's a shame, too, because I'm pretty sure I'd used the Challenger decals on the shuttle -- I doubt I'd be able to get any of those any more.

I think I could actually do it right this time around. By virtue of not being a nine-year-old with chubby fingers, I have a little bit more manual dexterity. And I'm much more patient than I used to be. No, really. And it'd feel nice to create a physical thing, since what I make at work consists of nothing more than a large collection of electrons.

So once I get moved in and finish buying furnishings (more on that soon) I think I'll start again. When I finish one I'll make sure to put it up here, mixing my physical creation with my collection of electrons.

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