WANT.

One of my fondest dreams, for when I become a fabulously wealthy novelist/screenwriter/kept man/whatever, is to buy up millions of Lego bricks and have a "Lego room" set aside in my house where I can just spread out and build stuff all over the place. But for right now, I'll settle for this.



And this isn't even something that some random guy cooked up in his basement. This is actually going on sale, and if you think I'm too proud to beg for one for Christmas, then you don't know me at all. Every year around the same time, I ask my parents for some big Lego set -- a few years ago it was the "Star Wars" AT-AT, more recently it was the Imperial Star Destroyer -- and every year they're like, "You're thirty years old, Doug. Thirty." But maybe they'll make an exception for the Taj Mahal. We'll see.

(I ended up going out and getting the AT-AT myself. That'll show them.)

Incidentally, for a glimpse of the kinds of things I plan on doing once I get filthy rich and have my Lego room, here's a Lego Beijing Olympic Village and a video of the Lego Kennedy Space Center.


Only a matter of time, people. Only a matter of time.