Growing up my mother used to accuse me of «creative incompetence,» a complicated manner of getting out of chores that I really, really didn’t like. You know, like sweeping. I’d dramatically «fail» at sweeping to be absolved of the tedious task and my mother’s 99 cent store brooms. These geniuses? Well, they’re definitely creative. But it’s looking like while they’re risking it all (and definitely not complying to OSHA) they’re actually…getting the damn job done. Maybe someday I’ll have the same ambition.