…in more of these. I wonder if they’ll deliver by the case?
No snifter needed. Chill. Open. Continue to chill.
It’s a bit of a chore to polish off 24 ounces. But if I must, it’s a sacrifice that I’m willing to make.
Alas, nobody else here presently enjoys a stout. I guess that really just means that I haven’t found the one that she enjoys yet.
I can’t help but wonder, just how long might it take? Is there any sort of debug information available? Something indicating that it’s doing something apart from the little spinner?
I mean, at least it’s not the Spinning Beachball of Doom.
I’ve been waiting about two hours for it to do its thing. I wonder if I should simply halt the iCloud sync for my documents and let everything else complete for a day or two.
When I was a boy, people would say, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
Of course, I hadn’t decided — still haven’t. But, often, I’d ultimately say, “Happy.”
“Oh, no, no…” they’d start, condescendingly, “you didn’t understand the question.”
“And I don’t think you understand life.”
One sheet of very inexpensive, workshop-grade plywood is now a prototype of a 23″ x 47″ coffee table.
So, now it’s clear why I had a bit of India ink. I’d heard last summer that it seemed to be gaining popularity in use so had to give it a go. If you’re looking for a pure-black stain, this is a good choice.
I think on the next, presentation-version of the coffee-table, I’ll use finished Baltic Birch plywood as it has fewer voids and more robust surfaces. Maybe red-oak for the legs, still stained black of course.
After an absolutely abysmal effort at an assessment of an older skill, it occurs to me that either I was over-interpreting the questions or that it’s definitely time to clear out the proverbial skills fridge and delete the much older skills from it.
Nah, I’m not going to delete bash from the Skills list. In retrospect, I’m quite certain that I was overanalyzing it.
Also, bash isn’t dead yet and there aren’t many left who can use it.
the rest of me 