The people at the local post office think I am very odd. Sometimes I get boxes full of wrought iron bars, or sand and I sometimes send out chunks of railroad track. What, it’s what postal service is for, isn’t it?
A while ago, I auctioned off a “winner’s choice” gooby. So, here it is:
This is a little thing I made for Crip Dyke. [pervert]
I was making some notes for myself, and decided to share them. Why not?
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:
One of the great things about FTB is that nobody can imagine PZ Myers rolling around on the floor in a pile of money, collected from this blogging network, muttering, “mine all mine! oh! a spider!” You’re helping a dedicated community of people like yourself, i.e.: its for your own good. We’re your people.
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:
It appears that an ancient smith in Persia was making steel that was close, in today’s terms, to what we’d call “stainless steel.” The question is whether that was lucky, or intentional, or both.
I don’t like to paint. Yet, so many times, I start a project the ends with a couple of coats of paint.