Man, that's creepy but weirdly familiar. My dad used to say his body would pick a random hour and stick to it for weeks, like a broken record. It makes you wonder if our internal clocks have little bugs that get triggered by stress or change. Once mine latched onto 3:09 AM for no reason, and it felt just like a system error. Brains are strange machines sometimes.

Saw a thing once about a small foundry that switched to using a special vacuum system instead of sand for their molds. The clean-up was basically just emptying a canister. Makes me wonder if the whole sand thing is just because it's the cheap way to start, not the best way long-term. All that sweeping has to get old fast.

Is the answer the fun part though? For me, the mystery is what's interesting, and solving it kinda kills the fun.

Man, I totally get that! It's like we're all living in this weird time where shows get broken up by real life. I tried to finish a series during my commute last year, and it took months. Does stretching it out make the ending hit harder or just test your patience? For a quicker watch, 'Cowboy Bebop' wraps up in 26 episodes. But man, the way we piece together stories now is its own thing, you know?