I have an unlimited amount of enthusiasm for Lego shit. I'm always trying to put more Lego type shit into the strip. And I think they know that, and know it well, because they keep laying e'er more elaborate plastic traps for my retrograde rapidly decomposing generation.
They've definitely shifted into something like a "collectible you can build" as opposed to "a generalized well of building potential," but I think I might be okay with that. I guess technically you could build whatever you want, or you could make the fucking Batmobile. You know? It used to bother me more, back when I lived according to a set of artisinal, hand-wrought ethics. They were burnished af. Now, Lego is an aesthetic, and a really cool one. For years it was understood in this home that a Lego gift was always welcome, though my eldest would often endeavor to secure building rights to a set because I never have time to make them. To my left, not even two feet from my keyboard, is that amazing Typewriter set still in its holy sarcophagus. I haven't let them engage with this one - I'm saving it for some point in the future. I'll know when that is.
I'm currently in the air over one of the oceans, on my way to PAX Aus. I was going to name the ocean specifically, but I realized I don't have any idea which one it is. There's two it could be, I know that part, but I'm not sure which one the plane would like best. I don't think that the Earth is flat - let me get that out of the way first - but I don't think I fully understand what it would mean for it to be completely round, either. Every time I undertake this journey, I'm surprised anew that it works at all. It seems like such a trek would test the throughput limits on the SSD, but most of the trip is over the ocean - low density environments. This is the perfunctory hallway with the slow door, the interminable elevator. I'm essentially living in a very long loading screen.