I spent most my life thinking Im half the man I should be; it turns out, Im twice the man everyone else is.

I spent the evening putting together some exercise equipment.  According to the instructions, it required two people to assemble and 120 minutes of your time.  Seeing how my cloning machine has been on the fritz lately, I had no choice but to assemble it myself.  Not only did I complete a job that required two people alone, I also finished it in the time.  That doesnt quite make me Superman--more like Doubleman.  Im not sure why it required two people to put it together--perhaps because it was a piece of exercise equipment and the manufacture figured whomever was using it was an out of shape pathetic weakling.  I think Doubleman can take reassurance in that...

What I find most surprising is that I actually completed the task under the recommended assembly time (with only two leftover parts).  Those times are never accurate.  I put together a desk in the summer that supposedly took 90 minutes to complete; three days later, I was done.

Im not an idiot--Im pretty mechanically inclined.  But sometimes the task is far more arduous than the manufactures think.  I mean, 97 per cent of the time I trying to figure out if Im holding part 7D or D7--unless you designed the thing, it takes you awhile to familiarize yourself with the parts.

Way back when, I used to spend a great deal of my time installing car stereos and other vehicular accessories.  A lot of times Id look at the job, judge its difficulty, and declare it to be only a ten-minute job.  Of course, due to ass-backwards German car engineers (and Japanese, and American, and French), itd turn into an all-day task.  Since then, Ive gotten a lot better--and Ive gotten used to ass-backwards engineering.  Some of those ten-minute jobs only take a half hour.  One time, I even managed to install a car stereo while my buddy was driving on the freeway.

I was at home installing my stereo and he was out driving on the freeway--HAR-HAR-HAR!

No seriously, I did install a stereo why he was driving on the freeway--I was the passenger.

What was I talking about?  Oh yeah, the ten-minute job.  Not much more to say on that subject.  I probably shoulda just ended this on the HAR-HAR-HAR.

 Doubleman, out.