Jeff's first Owen! Originally he drew him with dot eyes, but I agreed with a commenter who said he didn't look vacant enough.
Desmond is unpacking a large box.
Owen: A treadmill?
Desmond: My doctor told me to exercise more.
Owen: That is so awesome.
Desmond: Now I can walk while working!
Owen (pressing button): "Turbo"!
Desmond is swept off the treadmill with a "POW!"
A few years back Paul and I brainstormed Not Invented Here plotlines. I told him about the burgeoning trend of desk treadmills, or "walkstations" as they've become known. We both had a good laugh over it. But then I read Neal Stephenson's Reamde which features some hot treadmill action, and I became convinced that this was a good fit for me and my increasingly sedentary lifestyle.
I found a friend who had a treadmill she wanted to give away. I removed the handrails and, by sheer chance, it fit exactly under my desk, which is a sitting/standing unit I bought when I injured my back a few years ago. Now several times a day I walk for 30 minutes at 2mph, a pace so easy I usually forget I'm even doing it. I code, I write (I'm walking right now), and I even pencil Unshelved. I do have to stop walking in order to ink, because my fine motor skills can't handle the jostling.
Next up, a friend of mine is going to help me hack the treadmill so I can control it directly from my Mac, getting rid of the giant plastic control panel it comes with. All in all this is about the nerdiest thing I've ever done, but I think my walkstation is here to stay.