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I'm watching the news that three asshats have been found guilty of murdering an unarmed jogger in Georgia. Thank you to the jurors for being human.

Have a great one! Cheers!

That's funny Nate. I was in Boston when they were first playing and I wish I could remember where we saw them. The Paradise? Middle East Cafe? Mark Sandman died way too young, but I see they named a little square for him in front of the Middle East. That's cool

Felice cumpleanos Numbers! Have a great trip. Cheers!

Another dose Another dose

Good memories of Boston days.

I hope you're happier with the vice now that some finish is making it pop!

That's frickin awesome!

Bandsaw. I didn't put on the 1" resaw blade but the .5" did OK. I will swap before I do another log.

I made lumber! The tree cutter who took down my brother's trees gave me some small Black Acacia logs and I just tried cutting 5/4 slabs out of it. I think I may have discovered the Temple of Gozer the Gozerian in the middle of the log. 😱

Thanks Nate. My dough came out almost cracker thin, which was tasty but I'm thinking I need some new yeast.

Pizza night

Happy Birthday! Cheers

Happy Birthday Chris! Cheers!

Happy birthday Mikey! Cheers!

Same, same. I hope Frisco gets better.

Ennui is three syllables? The good news is that the beard was not lost in vain because the atmospheric river flowed right through the drains we cleaned without backup.

RIP Julie and Dean.

I don't know when those people died but it is pretty much despicable that the show was allowed to go on for an hour and ten minutes even though the crush started immediately, local officials called it a mass casualty event thirty minutes into his set, and an ambulance entered the crowd at that time to remove somebody, which was visible onstage. Going forty more minutes after that seems incredible.

I'm looking for my beret right now. But I already looked up the Incra-Sawstop Dilemma, so thanks for pointing that out.

I made some clamp hangers and I'm OK with the aesthetics. This week has been weird and potentially dangerous on and off. On Wednesday, I was getting ready for the electrician to finish work in the new shop and he suggested that I could remove peg board from the back wall and drill the studs to run wire for the new outlets. I cut out pieces of the peg board and started drilling the stud closest to the corner with a spade bit. Arcy sparky popping circuit, I drilled right through the romex stapled to the back side of the stud. I didn't die. That same afternoon, I was going to make those clamp hangers and decided I would use a fancy Incra miter sled I have. The Sawstop miter track is in a different spot so I had to cut the sled on the saw and moved the metal fence way back away from the blade because it shouldn't get cut but also because the Sawstop safety feature triggers with metal as well as flesh. Long story short, I moved the fence back to near zero and went to cut the first board. It seemed like the the blade was still cutting the sled slightly so I looked closely at the fence and blade and it seemed OK until the mechanism fired and the blade disappeared. Fuck me. I got through yesterday without major mishap, and today I wanted to try clearing out outdoor drain before the next atmospheric river hits on Monday. I was using our new Ridgid Powered Drain Cleaner for the second time. The drain is very low and I had to learn over into the drain while feeding the snake, which is operated by a foot pedal. Long story short, my beard got caught in the cable snake spiral and it ripped out a big chunk before I could turn it off. That was quite freaky, and after cleaning up I couldn't quite take shaving for the first time in years. I didn't like the halfway look of disgruntled mayor of Whoville, so I have ended the day with a bit of Marshall Matt Dillon. The drain is clear, now that I got a tennis ball and lots of rocks and leaves out.

I really liked Pat's playing but I didn't even know about his past health issues: "Pat Martino, whose trailblazing career as a jazz guitarist seemed to end prematurely in 1980 when brain surgery left him with no memory, but who then painstakingly relearned the instrument, and his own past, and went on to three more decades of innovative musicianship, died on Monday at his home in South Philadelphia. He was 77." That's even more amazing. RIP Pat

I’ve got blood flow. Hawt indeed

I've seen guys post benches they made over the course of a year, so I'm with Doug on the quickness of your work. Looks excellent.

Hey Ric @blessingx, what is Esme's costume this year?