If You Ever Need a 12-Foot-Long, 500-Pound Chef’s Knife, Rob Higgs Is Your Man
Sometimes you just have to take the long way home. You see things that others miss. If you’re Rob Higgs, you see things that weren’t there, until you showed up.
I Miss Boxing
I assume boxing still exists in some form or fashion. Like a lot of sports, it doesn’t matter anymore, which is the same as being extinct to me. They have that wan replacement with barefoot guys with manbuns rolling around on the mat and barfighting occasionally. I’m not interested. Barfighting ain’t boxing.
The Beauty Of This Machine Is You Only Have To Build It Once
OK, you have to admit, that’s pretty cool. If Sir Isaac Newton was an organ grinder, this would be the machine he cranked. It’s interesting to watch, and it makes a jolly little noise as it works. It’s plain neato.
Dude, You Rock. You Sheetrock, and You Rock
Dude totally rocks. He rules. You wish he’d renovate your house. Or demolish it. Either one. Both. Whatever. I don’t think you get any say in the matter. You just hire him, and stand back. Dude does his thing. You’re just supposed to be glad he’s doing it for you, instead of against you.