This is the status of what I think of as “voyager’s jaw.”
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This is the status of what I think of as “voyager’s jaw.”
Commentariat member rq sends this picture:
[Content Warning: Cat Pictures]
I got some photos from Commentariat(tm) member Celeste H, providing empirical proof that at least some cats enjoy the defurring device.
If you’re not overreaching, occasionally, you’re probably not fully exploring your options.
I sent a few of these out last week; jazzlet, CJH, avalus, mail is on its way to you. If you don’t get a box in … a while, let me know. [rq, I messaged you for an address, if you want one let me know where to send it. Yours is already made and is sitting on my kitchen counter]
We’ve finally had a break in the weather for a few days, so the crew jumped on the first bright day to pour the slab.
My friend Jenna sent me a care package of bones. I immediately started putting them in mold boxes and pouring silicone.
An old friend of mine has become a “near vegan househusband” so I thought he could use a slicer.
We can program ourselves to be so scared of something, that it’s a struggle to overcome the programming even when our mind knows that it’s OK. Sticking my hand into the forge and rummaging around is an example of that – I had to force myself to relax and reach inside.
One of the coolest aspects (to me) of mold-making is that we can alter objects in the course of duplicating them.