My blog is four years old today – W00t!
While blogging five times a week can be a little bothersome at times – Real Life demanding my attention and all that – it’s definitely worth it so far.
To celebrate, here is a video I found by googling “happy shaver” – quite cheerful in an old-school way.
Me and canned goo simply don’t get along well… but after watching this I’m almost tempted to go out and buy a few cans of the vile stuff.
Instead of thinking about shaving, I got to fight my computer… I think I won though.
I don’t have a big bathroom with loads of counter space, so if I were to do the SOTD photos in the bathroom I would have to either balance everything on the sink or treat y’all to photos of the seat of my bog.
How about no?
I do however have a free shelf in the room next to the bathroom, so I set up a small area for photo shoots there. Nothing too fancy but then again I use my cell phone to take the pictures, so there is no reason to go overboard.
Two shelf brackets to give me a left and right limiter, a wooden board in the back, a bright lamp (originally halogen but switched to LED like almost every single lamp I own), and a recently added microfiber towel.
Crude, but functional.
Travelling, no post today.
…no post, sorry.
So no real post today. Sorry =(
razor-sharp adjective (SHARP)
razor-sharp adjective (CLEVER)
I’m getting a bit better – mostly, I think, due to the fact that a lot more care was taken in drilling out the hole for the bolt used to secure it to the chuck of the horizontally mounted drill (hurrah for reasonable priced drill presses).
And yes, I’m still making simulated brush handles. They are a convenient size to work with, and are something I can easily relate to.
Personally I’m having great fun doing this. it is very satisfying to take a piece of wastewood from the kindling pile and in the span of half an hour turn it into something. Watching a thing take shape is quite rewarding, and while I can’t see myself turning wood for a living I can see myself making shaving brush handles and other odds and ends as a hobby.
Suppose there is a town with just one barber, who is male. In this town, every man keeps himself clean-shaven, and he does so by doing exactly one of two things:
- shaving himself; or
- being shaved by the barber.
Also, “The barber is a man in town who shaves all those, and only those, men in town who do not shave themselves.”
Starting from this, one is supposed to ask the question “Who shaves the barber?”, which allegedly leads to the paradox…
In this day and age the solution ought to be simple though; the barber is logically a woman*. Simple as that!
*) At least in Norwegian that is – the term “a man” is often used (correctly or incorrectly) as a somewhat genter neutral way of saying “a person”.