And in case you hadn't guessed, that person is ME!
Let me explain.
My Dad has a dark sense of humor, which is no doubt where I got my dark sense of humor. He has told us many times that when he dies instead of a traditional funeral and burial or cremation he would like us to trebuchet his dead body over South Mountain (the mountain his front porch overlooks). He is the reason why I know the difference between a catapult and a trebuchet because he is very adamant that it must be a true trebuchet. He is undeterred by our pleas that he consider what might happen to some poor hiker on the Appalachian Trail if he is suddenly smashed by a dead body falling from the sky. And strangely enough, The Oatmeal's plans for his own funeral are almost identical, but my Dad came up with this idea YEARS ago.
This background is all to explain why I am building my dad a trebuchet for Christmas. Because he already has everything else, and I enjoy the idea of him using it to fling little wooden balls down the hallways of NIST. Plus I am a big fan of giving people homemade things for Christmas, and since I made this he is required to like it since he is my parent.
The kit arrived a couple days ago, and I eyeballed it dubiously. I do not really enjoy building things but I decided to look at it as more of a craft and I dove in. I managed to get about 3 minutes into it when I realized I didn't have any wood glue, and also that you're supposed to fill the counterweight with 78 pennies. Since I had just dumped all my pennies into a Coinstar machine, the trebuchet would have to wait.
So last night and today I put it together, and it was surprisingly kind of fun! Plus I now know how to tie a hangman's knot and a double figure-of-eight knot, skills that I'm sure will serve me well in the future. It actually works, and it actually looks just like it's supposed to:
|Check out all those knots|
So I am feeling pretty good about my varied talents right about now. Possibly even good enough to consider keeping these shoes that arrived today that I ordered to wear in my sister's wedding: