2. Hunting for stuff. I really don't like searching for commonplace, everyday items such as keys, my wallet, my shades, a ball pump, my inhaler. You might say, "Well, you should put them in a designated place." Thanks for that pure revelation. Unfortunately, that only works if your normal. This inability to use a "designated place" is a severe genetic defect that I suffer from daily. Even Lauren knows where my keys are when I don't. Janna is quietly patient about it and often let's me wallow in my self inflicted sorrows of searching. There is one thing that she helps me with - and that's my inhaler. She frowns upon the idea of me having an asthma attack without an inhaler because then she won't have anyone to sweep the floor. Aside from that, I'm on my own.
There's one key on the rack and it's not the one I need.
3. Traffic Lights. Is it just me, or does everyone else catch ALL the red lights. I can approach it from any direction using every trick of stealth and creativity within the law - but the moment I jump out and break for the intersection - RED. That's right, there is no yellow, it goes straight to red. You don't believe me do you? My point exactly, it only happens to me.
it's a personal vendetta we share - me and lights
4. Extremely Spicy Food. You might ask, "Oh, how can you not like spicy food?" Really? Do you like having a runny nose while you eat?
It's always fun until someone gets a flat.
6. Broken Sprinkler Pipes. I'll admit, it was fun the first time. But even then, that particular instance was only fun until I realized I had to make a second trip to Home Depot. "Hey, wait a minute. This isn't as fun as it was three hours ago when I first saw the bubble in my grass." My future dream home. . . cement on all sides. Let the park across the street have the soccer grass - and everything that comes with it.
7. Waiting. Do you realize that if you wait an average of 2 minutes in a cashier line, then by the age of 65 you will have spent approximately 1.25 years in line? Okay, I made that number up. But by the time you throw other variables into the equation, 1.25 years might be too low. What about driving your car? What about sitting on the toilet? What about looking for your keys, or shades, or waiting at a red light? Then again, maybe its just me.
I know this picture has no relation to waiting but admit it - it's more interesting.
8. Divers. You see, in soccer we have a special label for those players who act as if they have been pushed or tripped and fall down in order to draw the foul. My brain is simply not programmed to think that way. I would rather win the ball in the heat of play than draw a foul. What about basketball? It's a shame that sport has evolved into a "draw the foul" drama. Unbelievable. I am not a person to quit something, anything. However, one year I played on the "church ball" team and we competed in a stake tournament. Both sides were blissfully falling, sliding, and simply dropping over at the right moment to draw the foul, all "part of the game." Diver heaven. I fouled out of the game in the first quarter. "How?" you wonder. I will never tell because I'll never know. Take me back to a real sport.
9. Asparagus, squash, cauliflower. You can't hydraulically force my jaw bones apart with any lever for just a small fraction of such unadulterated, pure seething evil. No, it's not even good "the way you cook it." Some things are just not meant to be eaten. There are a lot more, but I'll stop here.
10. Asymmetry. I bowl straight down the middle, no spin. I figure by the time it reaches the pins it will have naturally veered off to one side of the middle. I believe this is what categorizes me as boring, normal, and unimaginitive. I prefer smooth ice cream, perfect circles, balanced architecture, straight lines, even numbers, 90 degree angles, centered yellow lines in the road. In fact, if I could have it my way - the steering wheel would be in the middle. I'm not saying I want to be this way, and I'm certainly glad everyone is not this way. I try to stretch my mind to reach for that asymmetrical creative edge, but its an abstract place beyond my mental grasp. Notice I put 10 things, not 11. 
there you have it. . . so - am i strange?
These notes were ridiculous to design into sheet metal. But in the end it turned out looking pretty good. The manufacturer will have to cut this out using a laser cutter, no traditional machine shop can cut it.
These are the air flow louvers that help with air circulation for the fans and keep all the electronics inside cool. Above the Louvers there is a proprietary cam lock, similar to the kind you see on a vending machine.
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