Sunday, June 08, 2008
Project Completion
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BTW, I made the mistake of Googling "Big Brown" and came up with a number of Brazilian porn sites specializing in fat asses. So Big Brown wasn't a total bust... so to speak.
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Man... it was freaking hot today. All I wanted to accomplish was a fifth coat of varnish on Will's Toy Chest, but the warm temps were starting to cause the lid to warp and it had to be stabilized. So I concentrated on installing permanent cleats, and putting on the piano hinge and safety closing hardware. The piano hinge had to be inset, and I spent a lot of time to get this detail done right with the router and some cleanup with the chisel.
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The safety hinge installation was easy and they work to perfection.... gliding the lid to a soft close. I think I lost a gallon of sweat installing them though.
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I'll probably spray one more coat of varnish, but all in all, the chest could be declared to be finished any time now. So piss on you bastards who thought I'd never get it done in time. Plus the Tender is shipshape and ready for some serious rowing between now and November.
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I sees the heat has rolled up to yer neck of the nape. Plenty hot here in God's countree.
I was in Atlanta, or as they call it, Hotlanta, this past weekend. One thing the mercury risin' brings on is some perspratin'. Now that ain't all bad. I seen more boobies, glistening like snow in the lane. All shapes and sizes, flavors, all suitable for lickin' like a scoop of vanilla ice cream. Or whatever choice you might find in yer side of the town. - 2:39 PM
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On another topical point, they should jerk off that horse a few dozen time and freeze up his man seeds, and then send his last runnin' ass to the dog food factory. There is money in dog food. With the way this here economics is a goin' this a way and a that, regular folk supperin' on dog food is gonna happen, I reckon. You could have some strong label identity, 'Big Brown Vittles' or some such name, "the vittles for when yer comin' in last." People who lose there savings at the track trying to parlay their nest egg into not being evictionated will be a market we could sell to. Oooh, I am liking this idea. Gotta run, voices in my head.
- 9:26 AM
I sees the heat has rolled up to yer neck of the nape. Plenty hot here in God's countree.
I was in Atlanta, or as they call it, Hotlanta, this past weekend. One thing the mercury risin' brings on is some perspratin'. Now that ain't all bad. I seen more boobies, glistening like snow in the lane. All shapes and sizes, flavors, all suitable for lickin' like a scoop of vanilla ice cream. Or whatever choice you might find in yer side of the town.