Not only is he a fascist creep, he makes garbage pillows.
I don’t make garbage pillows. I’m a pillow expert. Really.
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Not only is he a fascist creep, he makes garbage pillows.
I don’t make garbage pillows. I’m a pillow expert. Really.
When I was a kid I remembered looking at jewelry in museums listed as “lost wax process” and naturally I wondered how they knew it was that process, if the process was lost. It turned out, of course, that it’s the wax that’s lost in the process, not the process being lost, itself.
Warning: Racist Violence, FBI
After the January 6th coup attempt, there has been a lot of cheering, in liberal circles, for the FBI’s apparent crackdown on the insurgents. It’s one thing to arrest and charge the hundred most obviously stupid of several thousand, but it’s another thing entirely to make the charges stick – especially to the sneakier ones. Or, to the FBI’s informants.
These came out OK. In retrospect, I should have made the original mold from some artificial shapes, not natural ones; it turns out the natural spears have a surface texture that is not really smooth.
Alfred Nobel managed to transition to being a “philanthropist” after a lifetime of building munitions. Usually, when people talk about Nobel’s legacy, they say he felt guilty for inventing dynamite (probably because of the branding: “dynamit nobel”) but he also owned and operated the Swedish steel-maker Bofors, [wik] which he turned into a cannon-maker so successful it’s still very much in business.
When I was a kid, snow meant sledding, snotty nose, wind-burn, and sometimes a few bruises. Later, it meant walks in the woods with my dogs, who (as dogs do) acted as though it was all some magical special effect I had put on for their amusement.
I’ve mentioned this before, but I was careful to bury the story within another story [stderr] because I felt that the whole story was questionable.
It was a friday night and I had planned dinner in State College with a friend, but she couldn’t make it so I stayed home and played computer games.
Since the forge is down, I don’t have a place to smelt metal, which has put a big crimp in my silver casting projects.
The surveillance state would like us to believe that it’s there for our protection. But, it’s rather obviously not – either because it’s really there for political control, or it’s too incompetent. I can’t decide which.