I found this on EngrishFunny.com and just had to keep it:

I was sorting through the pile of old Lego I had picked up from my parents today, and tripping on my childhood self. I haven't seen these little pieces of plastic in 25 or 30 years, and there are some pretty rare bricks in there, from what I can tell. There is also evidence of my former self - little bite marks in some of the bricks, bits of other toys and models, the odd hair or torn paper. It brought to mind the notions of self I studied in metaphysics.

Am I truly the same person I was? Cartesian logic would swing in favour of a 'yes', as I occupy the same space I once did - my body has staked out a chunk of real estate, and despite the flow of atoms in and out of my body, there is an unbroken chain of extension from my past to my present. This brings to mind 'the ship', a thought experiment where a sailing ship is built and christened, and throughout it's service period every piece of it is replaced, until no original piece remains. Is it the same ship?

My usual answer to this is that it depends on what you're talking about - if you mean is it physically the same ship, then the obvious answer is no. In Cartesian terms, it is, as there is no break in the extension of the whole (but arguments could be made to say that, overall, the extension was broken - whatever); I tend to lean towards the notion that a ship is an idea, a concept, and that the concept remains unbroken despite the alteration of the mass. Here's where the thought experiment gets sticky for me: the ship has no idea of itself, it is not a thinking thing (Spinoza aside). I am a thinking thing, and is my idea about myself unchanged (and the same for my parents' idea about myself, and any childhood friends I had who might meet me again - would they say, "Wow, you've really changed!", or, "You haven't changed a bit!")?

Or is it my DNA that remains unchanged, that prime map that says, "A b3ar shall be formed thusly, and so"? Is that the true identifier of self, a changeless idea of flesh in every cell? Kind of frightening to think it's probably true, and that the careful persona of "me" that I have crafted is probably irrelevent to that double-helixed gob in my core.

Buh. I shake my head and go back to organizing Lego.

So this is what I found at Home Depot.

My wonderful wife bought me the Lego Mindstorms robot-building kit for Christmas. I love my wife. She knows me so well, and will probably be the first to read my blog. Hey babe! Look, my very own blog!

Well, our son is 11 months old right now, and would have no hesitation in eating (or at least throwing around) all the little bits of Lego he could get his hands on. In order to prevent this, I sought some sort of storage mechanism which would be portable, easily accessible but lockable, not too bulky, and not so cheap that my son would crush it in his sticky, vise-like grip.

...And so, after having gone to several of my least-favourite big-box stores, I found the ultimate Lego storage box. It was $25 and was totally what I was looking for. It holds the complete Mindstorms kit inside with room to spare, and I could throw it off our deck with no worries that Lego would come spilling out in an expensive, grey and black, pointy plastic spray.

Just today I picked up my childhood collection of Lego from my parents, which they were keeping in storage along with other childhood oddities, like old report cards, sports pictures, badges, ribbons, certificates, and a few broken toys that had some meaning, once upon a time. Anyone remember the Participaction badges they gave out in the '80's? (It's a Canadian thing) I also got rid of my bachelor crap - speakers, and old amp from the seventies that was ridiculously powerful, but finicky, a wooden cribbage board the size of a coffee table, and a coffee table the size of...um, well, it was big. I remember the box of Lego being bigger - but of course I was smaller, and it was somewhat anticlimactic when I finally got it. I had been looking forward to getting my hands on that Lego for years, and I guess I had built it up in my head...a big, heavy box, stuffed with enough Lego to make something really massive and imposing...and my old Space Lego sets, with their cratered grey sheets and little spacemen doing spacemen things...wow.

It wasn't that big of a box, and it smelled musty.

I guess I'll have to build robots instead.