In an effort to find hobbies that would be less harmful to my wrists, I have been trying to think back on what I used to do for fun, back before I became a slave to the digital world. One of my favorite diversions in my misspent youth was pool. I have spent entirely too much time in my life staring down the shaft of a cue stick at balls rolling on green felt, chalk on my hands, a cigarette hanging from my lips. And damn, that sounds like fun. Ok, so it's probably not so good for my wrists, thus defeating the initial purpose of the exercise, but now the idea is stuck in my head, and I've become somewhat obsessed.