Printed Antimatter: Wristwatch lust

I fear for the wristwatch. These days there are clocks built into every electronic device. My computer tells me the time. My cell phone tells me the time. Even my stove tells me the time. The wristwatch is almost at the point of redundancy, its only value-add being that it's on my wrist, and therefore easily viewable. Someday soon we'll all be wearing video goggles with heads-up displays that constantly beam the current time into our retinas, and wristeatches will be completely obsolete. (It could happen.)

But even on that day I will be reading the Watchismo Times, a blog about amazing and beautiful wristwatches, past and present. WT is the bloggy face of Watchismo.com, a vintage watch retailer. Reading Watchismo Times you see the epitome of watch as functional, wearable art. I'm a big fan of this Jules-Verne-inspired piece, the Vulcania. (Just one problem... It's only water resistant to 50 meters. It's not going to make it a whole 20,000 leagues under the sea at that depth.)

If you're in the market for some timepiece fantasticness, take a look at this drool-inducing page. I thought I had a couple of strange watches but this is like a fantastic taxonomy of machines I may have dreamed while asleep in the welcoming warmth of a laudanum haze. This guy in particular (left) belongs on my wrist, but no price is listed. If I have to ask...? What the hell, watches like this may one day be redundant, but they'll never be replaceable. (Via Metafilter.)