Man, I thought it was one of those Guillow’s things at first. You know, put Tab A into Slot 14C and get cement all over your clothes and mom’s tabletop. That won’t cut it cut it with this guy. He built a 2/3 scale version of one of the coolest things ever made in America, the P-51 Mustang fighter plane from WW II.
This very cool marble machine should be rejiggered and reconfigured to play Too Much Time On My Hands by Styx. Because I’m trying to picture how much time it took to make it. Building that thing is a part time full time job and a half. It’s got more man-hours in it than a common streetwalker.
Why is that every person on the internet doesn’t care about how anything is spelled, except LEGO. They sprinkle apostrophes around like a demented grammar version of Johnny Appleseed, they put the adverbs in the wrong place, every time, and they couldn’t tell the difference between to, too, and two if you held a gun to their head. But by gad, they know the grammar rules for mentioning LEGO. Except they don’t.
My Russian is a little rusty, but that shouldn’t matter too much. After all, everything in Russia is rusty anyway. They launch brand new nuclear submarines that are leaking oil like a 1985 Chevy Citation. I’m pretty sure they install the rust as original equipment along with all the other features of their mechanical contrivances. Then again, they set up bleachers to watch people play chess, so I’m not about to call them dumb.