I don’t think I could ever get enough of Rube Goldberg devices. I think in part it’s the whimsy of the whole thing, but more than that I genuinely love the fucking waste involved. Seriously.

I love that with every ingenious twist and slight of gravity, you’ve knocked something precarious out of position, and the whole thing will require a complete resetting if you ever want to scratch you knees again, feed the cat, make a ham sandwich.

If I ever get the unlimited resources and my own property, I’m totally goldberging the fuck out of it. Getting the mail has never been more fun!