One of my favorite positions.. imagine you had a Cuckoo's clock like that.
Imagine what would happen at twelve o'clock...
That little door in the roof, would get hammered down by this huge, shiny, monstercock. Yet you wouldn't hear cuckoo, cuckoo, cuckoo...
No of course not. There's no room left for the little tweety bird. But everybody watching the spectacle would point their finger and utter all twelve beats: cock-cock, cock-cock...
Where is a designer when you need one?
Beth what a scrooge you can be, it's almost Christmas...
Eh, eh, ever heard of time sharing...
Speaking as the creative father for this particular kind of clock, to a friend:
Please use a cloth with lukewarm water and soap to clean... do NOT use any aggressive cleaning sprays or biting materials. These could damage some parts beyond repair.
Literally had the same feeling I couldn't stop starring almost but not quiteI'm starting to feel like one of Pavlov's dogs.