Etching blades is a quietly satisfying process. You put the thing in some liquid and some bubbles appear; then you wait. Sometimes you take it out and scrub or rinse it and put it back. What you don’t want to do is take a nap (which turns into a full night’s sleep) while you’ve got a blade in the tank.
This is to help defray FTB’s legal debts from Richard Carrier’s defamation lawsuit. Details and rules are below:
This is for gamers.
Freedom’s just another word for no more fucks to give, or something like that.
I am a total sucker for “fortress of solitude” type buildings. There is some part of me that wishes I could just teleport myself to Mars, like Dr Jupiter, and build a place where I could do my thing and the rest of the world could leave me alone.
Today it began snowing around 10:30AM and continued on and off.
There is a glass-worker on etsy who does lovely slumped glass viruses, bacteria, trilobites, etc.
I got home lateish last night and just went to bed after a quick shower – a good end to a successful mission.
After a bunch of searching around, I found a bog oak broker (I don’t know what else to call them) who ships in logs from Ukraine and saws them up into boards in a mill in New Jersey.
Deflect! Deflect!