The Coyote Committee sometimes has their meetings right under my bedroom window. At this point, I sleep right through them, but I’ve had house-guests come crashing into my bedroom in terror at 2am saying “there is a ghost downstairs!”
This is to help defray FTB’s legal debts from Richard Carrier’s defamation lawsuit. Details and rules are below:
This is to help defray FTB’s legal debts from Richard Carrier’s defamation lawsuit. Details and rules are below:
This is to help defray FTB’s legal debts from Richard Carrier’s defamation lawsuit. Details and rules are below:
I took a couple days off and worked slowly on the high-intensity parts like re-shaping the top curve. I measured and the sawz-all was giving me about 3″/minute and my forearms and hands would start cramping after about 15 minutes. All in all, it was not too bad (good grip strength exercise!) but it was hardly what I would call “fun.”
Plan B, it was.
Q’s van has one really nice feature: it’s long.
Schedules have been squishing around, here. Q was planning on showing up next week but was free now, so he arrived last night. I had a beer and he fried some fungus [chicken of the woods] he picked up in Moshannon state park and we schemed a bit. Having had the experience of nearly crapping myself to death after eating a wild mushroom, I had some heat and eat curry and rice while I watched him prepare his doom.
One of my favorite parts of a project is the final assembly. It’s so gratifying when all the pieces come together and you see your vision, radiant and complete.
Yesterday was an exhausting slog. But I survived and succeeded.