Buddy of mine got into drawing these little blob creatures with tiny legs during finals week and cranked out something like 180 of them on index cards before his roommate staged an intervention. He taped them all to the fridge in rows like a weird wallpaper and his roommate started adding little speech bubbles to them each morning. Last I heard the fridge is full and now they're creeping onto the microwave.

Try oil next time, water quench is way too fast for that steel.

Reminds me of a guy on my old crew who ran a link belt for three years and always set his outriggers in the same order no matter what. We were on a tight street job one day and he goes to float the pads like always, but the ground had a void under the asphalt from an old sewer line. Pad punched right through and the whole rig tilted. Nobody got hurt but the foreman turned white as a sheet. He'd been doing it that way so long he never once looked at the dirt. Habits are sneaky like that, they hide the things you stop checking.