A few weeks ago, I went to visit my cousins Ronn and Richyll (aka the Twins). They apparently broke their laptops again, so I came by to try and fix things.
After figuring the only problem was that Windows was installed (sorry, a cheap shot, I'll continue), I spent the rest of the night just hanging out. In Ronn's room, I found something I haven't seen since I was 8 years old: A Rubik's cube.
Now, ever since I read an article in Wired about speed cubing competitions, and watching video's on YouTube, I've always thought it would be cool to go back and try to solve the damn thing. My perception as a youth was that it was impossible. But after reading that it is just a matter of understanding the algorithm, I told myself, "self, go out and buy a Rubik's Cube".
That article in Wired? The date I posted to my blog? August 2006! Fuck! But after seeing Ronn's cube, I went out the next day and bought one. Now ... I can't put the fucking thing down! I scour the net looking for websites teaching me ways to solve it. I spend time in the morning trying to get pieces to line up. I watch Prison Break with my head down.
Pathetic? yes. Now, leave me alone, I've got some solving to do.