It’s something. Sort of.
I think it’s called craftiness.
Somewhere just short of creativity. I don’t think of it as actual creativity, because it’s more a question of making things from random parts rather than building from scratch.
And it serves more of a practical purpose than an aesthetic one.
Giving myself something to do that distracts me from being depressed about the stuff I actually must do is the order of the day. Ripping all the old porn off of VHS so I can toss the tapes and not have to move them when I get a new apartment or whatever. Toying around with some open source DVD authoring software, and menu design is turning into something that’s at least engaging more of my brain that eating.
A vmMenu for some old school, knee-deep in eighties clones leather-esque psychodrama. My kind of party, actually, except with less leather.
(click for embiggened, though there’s not much more detail)
So I guess it’s a journey back to infant enrichment toys, in a sense. At least now I remember why I like using Photoshop without photographs so much again.