I kinda don't like the term, but you know what I mean: Modifying your immediate surroundings to suit your personal preferences. I figure there must be a fair amount of that going on with the crowd around here.
My personal favourite move was improving the bus terminal near my mom's old place in Sainte-Anne-de-Bellevue. It looks like this from the air: https://firstname.lastname@example.org,-73.9407324,244a,35y,41.18t/data=!3m1!1e3?hl=en
About 8 bus bays, 6 bus lines lines terminate here; it's not an insubstantial spot. I think it was 15 or 20 years back that the public transit authorities swung a deal with Macdonald College (the university campus in the background) for the space at the front of their expansive campus on Lakeshore Road.
If you zoom in to Streetview level, you'll see that there's a sort of chain fence that separates the campus from the road. To keep idiots from driving on the expansive lawn, I dunno?
When the bus terminal was constructed, the morons that run the University campus facilities saw fit to wrap it with more of that chain fence, save for all of two obstruction-free passages.
It's a huge-ass campus. People go to and from 10 different directions when they get off the buses here.
After a few years of watching people hopping over the chains (and occasionally tripping, especially in the winter when the desire paths kinda suck to begin with) on their way to their various destinations I decided to do something about it. I borrowed some bolt-cutters and opened up about 6 more holes in the fence one night. You can see them in the Streetview imagery.
Stupidly, I left the chains on the ground and the campus maintenance guys replaced them within a couple of days. This pissed me off, so a couple of nights later I chopped that fence up once again, this time hauling the chains off to the nearest recycling bin.
Facilities management finally got the message the 2nd time. The cut chains weren't replaced. Instead, they installed small boulders between the fence posts, that people could easily walk around. In whichever way they were headed. All thanks to the power of my deviant mind. And a pair of big-ass bolt-cutters.
Another modification that comes to mind is the men's can at a Macdonald's resto not far from my place. I despise Macdonald's as much as I despise all the other other greed-tard corporations. But it's at a corner where I sometimes switch buses. Their coffee, for $1, is not bad at all, there's a decent grocery store nearby, and sometimes a dude needs to take a shit in transit, ya know?
One time I stopped in to lay some cable, and the muzak got particularly on my nerves. As if the eardrum-damaging hand dryers weren't bad enough. So I pulled the speaker down from the ceiling, tore off the wires, and put it back, carefully, so it wouldn't fall down. Five years later, the men's can of that McDo is still peacefully muzak-free. So, you're welcome, all you male Macdo defecators. Even if you are a bunch of retards.
What kind of nefarious shit have you guys been up to?