Like a spork in the frontal lobe

8 hours... on concrete. Sure, it's a fascinating substance. Sure, we're all geeky engineers. But... during lunch? Don't you want to take a break? Don't you have anything else to talk about?

I'm not one of you. Please tell me I'm not one of you.

Would comment on you wonderful people's entries (you know who you are) but my brain stopped functioning long ago. Time to rot in front of the TV.

...have you even considered the benefits of pervious concrete?