Sometimes My Brain Writes A Check That

I Have Concluded Through Careful Empirical Analysis And Much Thought That Somebody Is Looking Out For Me, Keeping Track Of What I Think About Things, Forgiving Me When I Do Less Than I Ought. Giving Me Strength To Shoot For More Than I Think I’m Capable Of. I Believe They Know Everything That I Do And Think, And They Still Love Me, And I’ve Concluded, After Careful Consideration, That This Person Keeping Score Is Me.

I Just Had One Of Those 'what The Hell Are We Doing' Moments.

I'm Not A Sculptor; I'm A Hard-edged Model Maker. You Give Me A Drawing, You Give Me A Prop To Replicate, You Give Me A Crane, Scaffolding, Parts From 'star Wars' - Especially Parts From 'star Wars' - I Can Do This Stuff All Day Long. It's Exactly How I Made My Living For 15 Years.

How Hard Can It Be To Blow Up A Room Full Of Gasoline?!

I Think At This Point, There's A Certain Bizarre Chemistry Between Jamie [hyneman] And I That We Can't Ignore A Lot Of The Mechanics Of, That We're Quite Aware Of. Half Of It Is Absolutely Genuine, And Half Of It Is Us Playing Around With That Fact.