Most don't give it a second thought. That mysterious material that keeps your porch from falling apart, or the nice stuff that keeps you from a watery death when driving over bridges that are much too old to support your stupid SUV that never is either S or U.
I, your not so humble but always purveyor of truth and wisdom (and apparently from a wordcloud analysis, opinions about pizza) have warm and fuzzy feelings about said rebar.
(I like that "Hitler" and "Airlines" are the same size, but kinda sad that "ricotta" is also.)
rebar is pretty cheap, easy to find either from a local big box store (but not Lowes, we don't like them, but that is another story) or from your really nice and lovely neighbor who occasionally leaves a pile of scrap rebar in front of your shop (we LOVE our farm neighbors) when the bridge/dam/evil volcano lair project his company was working on has extra.
Rebar.
easy to find, pretty cheap, not always containing near lethal amounts of Co-60 waste, but I digress. (funny story, I just happened to have later worked at said the "wrong turn" where they found it, coincidence?)
(science)
Despite the incidence of likely permanent sterility (we like sleeping in and not lactating, so not a real deterrent) I still feel jittery when we don't have at least a few hundred feet of rebar nearby for random projects.
{FQ Sidebar: I feel the same way about flour. And coffee. Not hundreds of feet, but an adequate supply. Otherwise, I'm twitchy.}
Rebar (not radioactive flour and coffee) that's what this post is "about", or kinda.
It is not the best for many things, like making knives... or bread, as it is a) whatever scrap happens to be lying about when "those that do" get the hankerin' for makin' rebar (see above link to Co-60) or b) not food.
What it is good for is me making stuff out of it, see reasons above (not the Co-60 paragraph, the one before it, sheesh).
(cicada wing. Cicadas are bugs that come out every few years to make grown men yell "SHUT THE F@<K UP!!!!" out the window at 3am. I think it has something to do with mating, the bugs, not the insane men)
I also like the fact that unlike when I used to bend neon tubes (that was a long time ago in a place far, far away) I can hit it with a big hammer and it falls under the overall general category of "constructive" vs. "quit braking sh!t" see previous post.
(yep, same maul - fancy word for hammer. We be gettin' technical, yo)
When asked about if I make stuff, I like to say "artificial flowers, and stuff", what I usually leave out (so they don't look at me like I yell at bugs at 3am while not mating) is 7ft tall daffodils out of rusty scrap construction material that may or may not make you sterile, but that still is not really an issue considering my almost Dr. Doolittle like rapport with the insect kingdom.
(this would be tigridia, FQ's favorite flower, I may have yelled at it at one point)
{FQ Sidebar: Not rebar. Tattoo. FQ is so badass, she got a tattoo before Phrodaux.}
(rebar daffodils in their natural environment. About 7ft tall, actually a bit taller as the parking structure said that 7ft was the height limit, and there may have been an "incident")
So in summation.
a) Rebar (mostly) good.
2) Yelling at things-rarely effective.
and most important. we like pizza, but not Hitler.
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