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I think that if you have a cell mate that's not the side that you need to worry about locking!

If that's not an audio store, that person has a problem.

I'm hoping the next M&O joint is a turntable stand, with record storage underneath. I haven't discussed this with Milo yet.

Gesundheit

You're just gaining valuable experience for old age. I feel that way every time I go into a different room.

I find myself increasingly enjoying the fiddling. It takes me back to a lost time. I'm even getting back into vinyl, partly because of the fussy nature. I like the preparation before listening. It makes it more of an event. Background music has its place, but I find myself wanting to let the music take me somewhere, not unlike when I was a teenager and would get lost in music, and the hobby of audio. I would spend a lot of time fiddling with my gear, taping sessions and so on. My friends would bring over albums and we'd spend hours listening and recording them. They learned that if they bought the album for me to keep, I'd make them a better cassette tape of it than they could buy. Music has always pulled me through life. It took me to a better place, or helped me grieve some of the things I felt I couldn't control. It kept me company before I learned how to be a social being. I guess it's an old friend.

So should we call that Twang Chung?

You must live in one of those cold places. I remember stocking up on models to build in winter.

My point is that generally, as the title of this thread alludes to, we have a favorite headphone that we use most of the time. For me it's the K1000, and I'll walk through the house to listen to them first.

It's gonna take a pretty big tortilla!

Nice choice!

Had to wait on some of the jungle gym stuff to arrive to be able to finish up. I got a big thumbs up from the most important of the clients.

So, in the same way that a ferret will not go into another room to use a litter box, you won't use a headphone that may be more than 10' away? Granted, the ferret backing into a corner to poop is a bit messier, but it still seems a bit lazy.

Or Borat, but that's too disturbing to contemplate.

However, calling it "sexytimes" might narrow your options to Mr. Rodgers, or Elmo.

That looks very British.

No nail, look up at the first post on this page.

I'm happy to see that I'm still a fast healer. I can count the number of times I've ever had a wound become infected on two fingers. Still slightly sore, but fully functioning. Really just tender when I press directly on the wound. My body makes up in healing what my brain lacks in intelligence.

When I build raised panel doors that are going to be painted (by the customer), I like to paint the edges of the panels before securing them in the frame. Otherwise when those panels shrink up a little bit in winter, you'll see some tiny edges of bare wood. This way the panels can expand and contract inside the frames without that happening. But it's all one solid oak panel.

The important thing is the doors are fine.

It's OK though, Trumps going to bring us forest management.

I'm working on making some raised panel doors. My landlord has a rental house somewhere north of Sacramento, and I guess he had some tenants that managed to break 5 solid oak cabinet doors. He couldn't find anyone who could make replacements in any sort of timely manner, when he asked me if I could make cabinet doors? Silly man! Anyway, I was putting the last frame together with glue and pocket screws, when the bit jumped out of the screw and decided to go all the way through my hand. I was applying pressure because of the hard oak. Maybe just a little too much! Luckily Al's cleaning woman, Toni was there. She cleaned the entry and exit wounds and bandaged me up. I was able to get right back to it. Just goes to show you that any tool can be dangerous in the hands of an idiot. Luckily it was the fleshy part, under the thumb.

We had the same 8 track. As a kid, I thought 'Hard to be Humble' was hilarious.