Happy birthday @Mike Hill 
What did you do in your shop today?
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Birthday, Happy. One each.
Later on maybe you can go for hoppy burpy....
Later on maybe you can go for hoppy burpy....
You're ONLY 65? Sorry, that came out wrong. What I meant was "sweet, now you're eligible for Medicare". HBD
Medicare I say.
Happy Birthday Mike!
Already a card carrier! - Heck it's better than what we have here at the office.
Happy birthday
Hey, 65? Feeling down? Give Medicare a call, they’ll cheer you up....
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Sawdust Up!
I recently came across this quote attributed to Helen Keller. Lil Mikey's gurly side finds comfort in it, yet it stimulates the premonition network of amygdalae (I know that @Wildthings and the Islander will have to look that one up!) that reside in the dark, haunting, crevices of his empty, yet hard head! "What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us." That first part is what makes Lil Mikey all squishy. But, if Lil Mikey loves sawdust, will sawdust become part of him? And if it does, what part? It's the quintessential pondering of Lil Mikey's primordial brain.
When Lil Mikey can't make sawdust – he gets to sit at his desk wishing he could – or dreams about going fly fishing – or pining that he had a big gallon of chocolate ice cream to eat – or drools while thinking about eating a big juicy smoked brisket – or…………………. (but I digress, besides I have to go now and get the stuff to wipe the drool off my keyboard). To Lil Mikey, sawdust is the answer. Sawdust isn't his slave – he is the slave to sawdust. SOS – Son of Sawdust!
Ever notice that sawdust is past tense? He has often wondered why it couldn't be a past participle – seendust! Don't ask me – I call them as I seen them! I can't state whether my English teachers liked me or not – let's say I was a challenge!
If you've scrutinized Lil Mikey's mental strolls with any consistency (he hopes that you don't just take it with you into the bathroom – although he tries not to be offended if you do), and not filed them in the round file, then you know what he thinks of Texas women and how to dance. To "cowgirl up" is a phrase often recited in Texas. It is the heart and soul of a Texas woman. It means to deal with what life hands you, put on your big gurl britches, and don't whine or get all "high-maintenance princess" about it (Use the pronouns of your choice!), and those types are jes plum useless buckle bunnies and Nashville queens!
Not to get all high-maintenance, but have you ever thunk about the word? Yes, it's dust, but, OH so many resplendent varieties, colors, smells. It seems such a waste to group them all into one word? It hints toward a lack of sufficiency – why not oakdust, mapledust, hickorydust, and the goddess of them all – curlykoadust? Why not liberate keystrokes, and preserve trees by saving paper rather than saying oak sawdust, maple sawdust. FBE sawdust, etc.…. Remember the credo – Save a tree – Save a Woodworker!
Engage imagery cortex!!! The night is settling in. You're sitting on the deck with your friends, enjoying the warm night air as it blows in gently off the lake (or Alton Bay). Everything is calm – only occasionally broken by the splash of a leaping fish. Hoot owls are hooting. Red-eyed cicadas are insolently chirping in the background – annoying, incessant, maddening, never stopping, did I say LOUD? ……. Then someone yells, "Let's go skinny dipping!" Chairs scatter, clothes are cast aside, and everyone runs madly for the lake. As soul-nourishing as a naked midnight swim, sawdust is crammed to the brim with lusciously palpable propensities. Sawdust presents itself as a delightfully tactile treat. So go 'au natural' and enjoy this adventure today. Hurry, 'cause you don't want to be the last one in!'
Moral of the story:
Live Life! Eat ice cream, play with sawdust, and swim naked!! But what do I know?
Lil Mikey is Sawdust in the Wind now that he’s 65!
I recently came across this quote attributed to Helen Keller. Lil Mikey's gurly side finds comfort in it, yet it stimulates the premonition network of amygdalae (I know that @Wildthings and the Islander will have to look that one up!) that reside in the dark, haunting, crevices of his empty, yet hard head! "What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us." That first part is what makes Lil Mikey all squishy. But, if Lil Mikey loves sawdust, will sawdust become part of him? And if it does, what part? It's the quintessential pondering of Lil Mikey's primordial brain.
When Lil Mikey can't make sawdust – he gets to sit at his desk wishing he could – or dreams about going fly fishing – or pining that he had a big gallon of chocolate ice cream to eat – or drools while thinking about eating a big juicy smoked brisket – or…………………. (but I digress, besides I have to go now and get the stuff to wipe the drool off my keyboard). To Lil Mikey, sawdust is the answer. Sawdust isn't his slave – he is the slave to sawdust. SOS – Son of Sawdust!
Ever notice that sawdust is past tense? He has often wondered why it couldn't be a past participle – seendust! Don't ask me – I call them as I seen them! I can't state whether my English teachers liked me or not – let's say I was a challenge!
If you've scrutinized Lil Mikey's mental strolls with any consistency (he hopes that you don't just take it with you into the bathroom – although he tries not to be offended if you do), and not filed them in the round file, then you know what he thinks of Texas women and how to dance. To "cowgirl up" is a phrase often recited in Texas. It is the heart and soul of a Texas woman. It means to deal with what life hands you, put on your big gurl britches, and don't whine or get all "high-maintenance princess" about it (Use the pronouns of your choice!), and those types are jes plum useless buckle bunnies and Nashville queens!
Not to get all high-maintenance, but have you ever thunk about the word? Yes, it's dust, but, OH so many resplendent varieties, colors, smells. It seems such a waste to group them all into one word? It hints toward a lack of sufficiency – why not oakdust, mapledust, hickorydust, and the goddess of them all – curlykoadust? Why not liberate keystrokes, and preserve trees by saving paper rather than saying oak sawdust, maple sawdust. FBE sawdust, etc.…. Remember the credo – Save a tree – Save a Woodworker!
Engage imagery cortex!!! The night is settling in. You're sitting on the deck with your friends, enjoying the warm night air as it blows in gently off the lake (or Alton Bay). Everything is calm – only occasionally broken by the splash of a leaping fish. Hoot owls are hooting. Red-eyed cicadas are insolently chirping in the background – annoying, incessant, maddening, never stopping, did I say LOUD? ……. Then someone yells, "Let's go skinny dipping!" Chairs scatter, clothes are cast aside, and everyone runs madly for the lake. As soul-nourishing as a naked midnight swim, sawdust is crammed to the brim with lusciously palpable propensities. Sawdust presents itself as a delightfully tactile treat. So go 'au natural' and enjoy this adventure today. Hurry, 'cause you don't want to be the last one in!'
Moral of the story:
Live Life! Eat ice cream, play with sawdust, and swim naked!! But what do I know?
Lil Mikey is Sawdust in the Wind now that he’s 65!
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Looks awesome Doug.
Welcome to the Medicare Club, happy birthday.
I might prefer Old Farts League!
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Got some big ones chainsaw roughed and started processing on the bandsaw… beautiful day today in NE.
HaHa I already know what the amygdalae is!! And funny thing is I tell my wife I'm going out to make seedust. The first time she said Huh? and I explained it to her(not quite like you have here though) and now she just says have fun and doesn't ask anymore!! Loved the post brother!
Started hollowing on that chunk of walnut. Think I need a bigger lathe, the steady rest isn't in what I would call an ideal position! Never the less, I'm persisting and got it hollowed to about an inch below the holes. Also understand why you guys who do alot of hollow forms get or make captured systems.
My mom wants a set of 4 plates, all different and preferably with epoxy so I started on the first one yesterday. It's the largest and won't fit in the pressure pot so I had to make a mold with corrugated plastic. I didn't bother hot gluing the piece down because I thought it would be heavy enough to not float. I was wrong. I have a 10lb kettle bell weight which you can't see on the other side of the geodes. And a big block of cherry on top. 
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Emptied the dust collector drum, filled the drum just dimensioning the material for the outfeed table. Then sanded the outfeed table legs in prep for a couple of coats of wbp just to seal it.
The bread?! We had cooked a feijoada, which is the Brazilian national dish. It's black beans with half a dozen different meats like slab bacon, beef ribs, pork shoulder, chorizo, etc., cooked very slowly until it's a stew. Traditionally it uses the cheap cuts of pork like the feet, ears, tail, etc. That is served over rice with raw onions, farofa (toasted manioc flour), and there are side dishes of orange sections which are eaten with it all. The citric acid helps break down the iron in the beans and counters the tendency to feel stuffed.
The bread is a homemade version of Cuban bread, which usually takes brick ovens and palm fronds to make correctly. We ate it all before I found your query. Next time I'll take a picture of the whole meal. It's mighty good eating!
I love me feijoada, the blacker the better.