Using power tools to make a Caesar Salad is a sound concept. Of course, if you’re eating in a chain restaurant, your Caesar Salad is already being made with power tools. Ever been in the kitchen in one of those places? It looks like a giant stainless steel machine shop. The cooks barely touch your food. If they didn’t sneeze on it, it really wouldn’t get the personal touch at all.
So there’s this guy. He’s under a block of buildings he owns. He wears only shorts, and a hard hat. He doesn’t say why he’s digging. He doesn’t say where he’s digging. He’s just digging. He date stamps his videos, and appends little notes from time to time, like, “Concrete for days.” Occasionally he stops digging, and does a little jig to techno music. He never says anything.
So he made a squirt gun that shoots molten metal. This is the Borderline Sociopathic Blog for Boys. He’s welcome here. He belongs here. But I’d be lying if I didn’t mention that my first reaction to this dude is, “That boy ain’t right.” Not that there’s anything wrong with not being right. Not being right would make a perfectly acceptable slogan for this blog. I imagine they said the same thing about Enrico Fermi or Butch Cassidy. But the resemblance stops there, I’m afraid.