Tunnel Design

As I child I would take my play time in areas I assumed were mine alone. Quite often, I was galled by the intrusion of animals into these places. Having been the youngest of four, I wasn't inclined to share. A neighborhood farmer shared my plight and intervened on my behalf. His action hastened me toward a career in poisons.

Micro Derelict

I wish my parents had told me that I had a brother. That is, a brother other than the two I knew of, along with my sister. However, I found out that there was another brother who was older than all of us. A prototype, hidden away in a dark room filled with hair clippings and old magazines until a small accident at my fathers rendering facility revealed him. I resent the secrecy, but I plan to embrace him regardless.

The Forgotten Terminal

I've reached a point in my life where I'm committed to simple cottons as a year round garment choice. There are warnings about spending the entire winter season in this diverse yet affordable material. I have chosen to snub this advice in much the same way I seek alternative methods of turnip preparation in order to avoid boredom and starvation. I find you can coax a natural sweetness from any root vegetable by using a little pocket device favored by galley chefs on the riverboats of the early frontier.