I may have mentioned before that it’s really hard to drill a hole through composite steel, since (sometimes) the metal hardens from the heat of drilling through the layers. Thus, you get a ways into the piece and think “this is going well” and suddenly all activity ceases until you re-anneal the work.
This is another really awkward story from the build files.
Somehow this escaped my notice; probably because I don’t watch much funny television. (Can we still talk about “television” anymore?)
I didn’t get much in the way of pictures, because things got busy and a bit hectic.
My friend Michael Helms [helms] is a famous Hollywood portrait photographer, who does head shots of stars as they rise and fall. He’s been bored and has been sending me some of the photos he has been doing out of boredom and – with permission – here are a few of them.
I haven’t been doing a lot of photos, so I don’t have a photographic narrative of what Q’s been up to. That’s because it’s pretty much the same as every other step of the process, which you’ve already been exposed to. Part of me is thinking there must be a limit to how interesting any number of blobby-looking pieces of glowing red steel can be.
Who can look at a decrepit cheeseburger-sucking lardass with bone spurs and dementia and see, within that shambling wreckage, a powerful bringer of violent revenge?
A fellow computer security hacker is going to be joining me for the next few days, while I teach him how to make a knife.
I was swapping texts with a photographer friend, who is bored of the lockdown and who has been doing amazing photos of soap bubbles. Normally, he does studio headshots for Hollywood types, but coronavirus has locked down his business.
Speaking of failure… Well, it’s not over until it’s over.
