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Mar. 2nd, 2018 06:50 pmA month or so ago I welded together the shift linkage for a coworker's 1928 Model A Ford. Now he's driving it to work again. We get along even though our politics are almost diametrically opposite. I try to maintain at least some friendships like that.
I saw a bumpersticker on a car. It shows a scantily clad woman in silhouette, with the legend "NO HOT LIZARDS". I have no clue.
Today Monty spent some time staring mournfully at her kibble ball, which she has to push around to get kibble out of it when it's full, but by this time it was empty.
Then she went and collapsed theatrically beside her foodbowl and proceeded to sigh dramatically.
This may have been because I was making dinner: pizza with tillamook sharp cheddar cheese, turkey sausage, sliced bell peppers, and mushrooms.
I printed a wax casting sprue for an eventual aluminum casting session. The sprue is 92% air, and only 8% wax, so it should melt out easily and without a lot of smoke. Investment castings, especially large ones, sometimes split during the process of melting out the wax, because it expands as it heats, and is a terrible heat conductor. That shouldn't be a problem with hollow wax forms. (I do hope none of the investment gets inside, though.)
Monty and I went on a brief walk to wear her out, at the park down the street, where gold was discovered in 1859 or thereabouts. It's the reason Denver exists. There are almost always people there panning for gold. This group looked like three generations of panners, who also had a flow sluice and a power sluice.
It was ferociously sunny. Sometimes that matters a lot more than air temperature for melting snow.
The bridge, with the fancy suspension cables, is one of three along this bike path, between downtown and Golden, that together celebrate "Denver's maritime history", which pronouncement never fails to make me laugh out loud. Until people got aggressive with making dams and reservoirs in the 1870's, you couldn't even float a rowboat anywhere in the area.
My huge laser cutter showed up today. Well, it's not that huge. The box is the same size as the chest freezer, but that's because the machine was very securely packed. I have yet to fully unpack it.
It's going to live in the garage because it can't be allowed to freeze, but spits out massive quantities of toxic fumes. I'm adding a fume extractor out a window.
I saw a bumpersticker on a car. It shows a scantily clad woman in silhouette, with the legend "NO HOT LIZARDS". I have no clue.
Today Monty spent some time staring mournfully at her kibble ball, which she has to push around to get kibble out of it when it's full, but by this time it was empty.
Then she went and collapsed theatrically beside her foodbowl and proceeded to sigh dramatically.
This may have been because I was making dinner: pizza with tillamook sharp cheddar cheese, turkey sausage, sliced bell peppers, and mushrooms.
I printed a wax casting sprue for an eventual aluminum casting session. The sprue is 92% air, and only 8% wax, so it should melt out easily and without a lot of smoke. Investment castings, especially large ones, sometimes split during the process of melting out the wax, because it expands as it heats, and is a terrible heat conductor. That shouldn't be a problem with hollow wax forms. (I do hope none of the investment gets inside, though.)
Monty and I went on a brief walk to wear her out, at the park down the street, where gold was discovered in 1859 or thereabouts. It's the reason Denver exists. There are almost always people there panning for gold. This group looked like three generations of panners, who also had a flow sluice and a power sluice.
It was ferociously sunny. Sometimes that matters a lot more than air temperature for melting snow.
The bridge, with the fancy suspension cables, is one of three along this bike path, between downtown and Golden, that together celebrate "Denver's maritime history", which pronouncement never fails to make me laugh out loud. Until people got aggressive with making dams and reservoirs in the 1870's, you couldn't even float a rowboat anywhere in the area.
My huge laser cutter showed up today. Well, it's not that huge. The box is the same size as the chest freezer, but that's because the machine was very securely packed. I have yet to fully unpack it.
It's going to live in the garage because it can't be allowed to freeze, but spits out massive quantities of toxic fumes. I'm adding a fume extractor out a window.
