eviljim.com: the mac days

While working in the lab with someone, we got to talking about legos. His kid loves legos and I told him it’s a good sign — good people always played with legos when they were young.

When I was small my siblings and friends would play with legos, each usually with our own ‘country’. At least a few times we had currency and everything (monopoly money; the world treasury was a Little People Firehouse, the most secure place in the basement). There wasn’t much of an economy — all raw goods were just heaped up in the middle of the room. The world basically existed on a thin line of our tempers, global annialation happenign when one of us got mad and Godzillaed the whole world.

Anyway, talking about this, I then pointed out that you can tell a lot about someone’s personality when they are young by what they do with the legos.

My sister built houses, very nice ones, complete with bathrooms. She was going to be a civil engineer for a while and there was little surprise to be had.

My neighbor Timmy built warcrafts and we weren’t surprised he eventually joined the army. (I think we all built war stuff though — I remember we had one ‘warhead’ piece and it was always a mad dash to find it in the pile. I believe eventually we put it into a ring case and hid it — global disarmorment. We were very advanced for our age).

I built a “Sam’s Wholesale” club and sold pieces I grabbed from the general pile for money.

My brother Chris just embezled from the bank. Hmm. Maybe his current employer should be notified.