In a way, I see Facebook’s livestreaming capabilities as a long, painful experiment to test the limits of human geekery. I’m putting it to a massive test today, since I’m talking about Volkswagen Type I turn indicators in levels of geekdom and detail so colossal and painful that it could lead to the downfall of us all. But it has to be done.
Actually, if I’m honest, it’s hard for me to think of anything that has to be done less than this talk about Beetle turn signals, but I don’t care. This is one of those things that, for some ungodly reason I actually know a good bit about, and for decades it seemed like nobody would ever, ever care.
But, thanks to the internet, I can find out! Will you give a rat’s rectum about Beetle turn indicators if I do my best to convey it to you with all the enthusiasm and passion I can muster? Maybe? Probably not, but fuck it, I have to try, dammit.
I’m going to go into every possible aspect of Beetle turn signals I can think of, and I’m going to draw them on this whiteboard. Every single painful detail, every obsessive observation, notation, opinion, everything everything everything.
This will be technical pedant-masturbation at either it’s finest or worst; there’s really no difference.
I can’t explain why, but part of me needs to do this, and, also inexplicably, I’m inviting you along for the ride.
God help us all.