These are a prank but, if they were made in black and had a holster for a small automatic, you could sell them as “tactical.”
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These are a prank but, if they were made in black and had a holster for a small automatic, you could sell them as “tactical.”
I call this “frost fog” but that’s probably not the right name for it. It’s frost that melts off early as the sun rises, and becomes a cold, dense, low-lying fog.
A bunch of years ago I got to know Jonathan M., who runs a custom Japanese calligraphy production; he mounts the artworks and his wife, Shihan Yoshimi M., does the brush-work.
As I’ve gotten older, I’ve become more fond of using sensible leverage and supporting systems, instead of just lifting things into place and holding them with brute force as I fumbled for fasteners.
After we’ve collapsed our civilization and made huge swaths of the planet uninhabitable, it’s just going to open up new opportunities for others. They won’t be others that are interesting, in the sense that we are (in the sense that we mine oil and burn it and fly through the air and argue about going to Mars) but life’s going to be hard to completely eradicate.
Not that we aren’t trying.
I haven’t said much about the doors because the project has been lingering on the edge of done for days.
A friend of mine wants to make a Naruto-style ‘kunai’ knife out of damascus. Sounds like a fun project!
I’m a hoarder of certain things; I admit it. Somewhere I have source tapes for Peter Langston’s Empire game, just in case someone wants to reconstruct that piece of history for a modern system.
The first time I saw this, I mis-read it as “Lemmy”, which – as you will see – would be double plus epic. But it’s still pretty good.
I’ve been sweating getting the doors for the shop done, which has been an emotional nightmare for me (strong sense of failure) as I watch my self-imposed deadline for getting the shop online recede into the distance.