As a person that has dedicated the more superficial aspects of existence to perpetually pursuing presentation on the cutting edge of haute, I know hot.
Like all progressives, sometimes, I know hot while it is still entirely cold.
Such avant pursuits require a enhanced instance of consideration, else-wise they may be seen as missteps, oddities or perversions.
Proclivity is an expensive, thankless bitch.
In December LIESNSHITE carefully collected “The ULTIMATE Cyclist’s Gift Guide“.
A public service of sorts, assisting those that would-for-you with a less refundable, more appropriate fiscal direction as it concerns merry material endowments.
Much essential research is exhausted in such a collective.
Exposed to many super superfluous things we were.
Specifically.
On day two, three of the five items listed were time-keeper-pieces.
As someone who doesn’t know, you wouldn’t know it (based on this lack of knowledge or on my personal problems with punctuality), BUT, I have a penchant for pendulums.
Mix together December’s extended exposures with my moderate to mental illness and a surplus PayPal balance (the result of USD/CAD parity) and you have several forgotten (deniably speaking) purchases.
Enter. Mr post man.
Some shite. Some more shite.
And one GIANT watch.

It didn’t look GIANT on the internet.
It looked just as GIANT as you see here.
So. Just how GIANT?
Bigger than bigger GIANT.

Wallet GIANT.

Mighty mouse GIANT.

iPod GIANT.

Nutcracker GIANT.

50% GIANTER than my favourite of all-time time piece GIANT.

Are you a man or a hairy woman wearing a large man’s watch GIANT.

Eighteen tooth GIANT.

Breck Buckle GIANT.

Blackberry GIANT.

If I ever start riding this thing, I won’t be wearing that thing GIANT.

Yes. Watches are trending SMALLER.
The appropriate usage of the word TRENDING coupled with a full frontal acknowledgement of pre-destined failure to comply (with the previously mentioned trend) should ensure that any decision to lug this piece around will be done in the most retractable way presumable.
As if hearing no less than two women scream ‘it’s too big’ wasn’t enough, my new TSOVET also enabled me to proclaim It’s Hero Time!
That is, for once I was able to declare that I had transformed into Swamp Fire during bedtime discussions with BOTH boy #2 and boy #3.
Boy #1 was less impressed, he claimed Big Ben (see previous reference to temporary alien transformation and NOT the overtly obvious large faced bell tower) had gouged large chunks of flesh from his back and that his retina were irreparably burned by the face’s luminescent glow.