Desk Done

Well I haven’t posted for awhile. Odd, there’s been no complaints, no requests for further postings. Most folks would take a clue and quit. Not me, little black letters on the screen make me happy. Yep, I’m stupid happy when typing an entry. Or is that stupid drunk? Is there really a difference?

I took a little time and didn’t post because, on rereading, my posts sucked. I felt a bit embarassed so I opted for a self imposed posting ban. It was tough, I missed posting daily, but I lasted nearly a week. This is seeming pretty sucky right now so it may be another week before I post again. Or maybe not, see I finally finished my desk and it makes computer stuff much more comfortable. Let’s take a look:

the total package

I wanted space, now I have space. All it cost me was two hundred bucks, a smashed thumb and a badly bruised crotch area.
Well geeze, who doesn’t want to hear about badly bruised crotch areas? Here’s the story. I was cutting something on the table saw and the rip fence got out whack (it’s a cheap table saw). So the wood is going in at an angle pressing ever more tightly against the blade. About the time I thought “Hey, this isn’t right” half the piece came rocketing back towards me. See the saw blade rotates (direct drive) at 4500 rpm, ten inch saw blade… you do the math. Anyway the piece of wood smacks into my lower belly area (the part the shave when you’re getting a hernia operation) with some serious speed. F=Ma follows. I had assumed I was actually impaled but a quick look dispelled that notion. As I was staring down I waited for blood to start seeping through my shorts. Nothing. The next morning I had a very nasty yellowish purply bruise but no serious damage so now I am fairly sure a table saw is incapable of really hurting you.
Was the pain worth it? What does that door hide?

Yep, It has a mini fridge built in. Nice ’cause the real fridge is upstairs.
Oh, I did put real drawers in..

Out