Drywall. There are those that don’t mind it—and those that detest it with a seething hatred usually reserved for demons, evil masterminds, and in some cases: in-laws.
I fall into the latter category. Drywall, or my term of endearment: “Sh@#rock” is a chore I would rather not spend a lot of time doing. Because of this, I was resolved to find ways to expedite my time spent with this vile, dusty, and wholly necessary construction material. If you fall into the category of not minding drywall: Feel free to stop reading. Your techniques and skills do not need honing. If you enjoy drywall you are probably either: A demon, an evil mastermind, or someone’s in-law. [click to continue…]
Having a table saw is like having a Ferrari. You are the envy of your friends and neighbors. You have prestige and power beyond your wildest dreams–and you are also one Billy Joel Driving School moment away from losing those beautifully manicured digits.
In the right hands a table saw is a time saving, project finishing, accuracy machine. In the wrong hands it can become a demon of a tool capable of spitting material out at impaling rates of speed, lopping off digits, and poking out eyes. So—when using a table saw, use these tips and as always remember what your mother said about losing an eye. (Safety eyewear). [click to continue…]
I particularly like this video because it’s narrated by a British person. For some reason, anything in a British accent sounds better and more clever than anything said in a North American dialect. I also like this how-to video because it stars a poor man’s Winona Ryder on a really, really bad day. [click to continue…]
One of the joys I take from my personal life is my clear domination of my dog as we watch the game show “Jeopardy!”. She rarely answers, and when she does she gets it wrong. From all the episodes I’ve seen–”woof” has never been a correct response–and she doesn’t phrase her answer in the form of a question.
A recent answer had to do with the host of “The New Yankee Workshop”. Smugly, I told the dog and Mr. Trebek it was Norm Abrams of course. In the course of my fist-pumping and victory celebrations, the judges informed me that my answer was indeed: incorrect. The host of “New Yankee Workshop” is one Mr. Norm Abram. No “s” on the end. This prompted me to re-think my self proclaimed knowledge of all things carpentry–and frankly–put me into a bit of a mild tailspin as to how I would live this down. Time to get back to basics. Restore my roots. Get my hands on some wood. [click to continue…]
Drywall. There are those that don’t mind it—and those that detest it with a seething hatred usually reserved for demons, evil masterminds, and in some cases: in-laws.
