PreferrablyWood
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- Sep 8, 2013
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I feel like an Octopus, sitting in the center where I am, is the center a vortex
Where's the Food, his high tech woodworkers food, comes in boxes, carried by a bigger box on wheels, travelling from the south and the west, why not east, or north? seems like a vast hinterland with nothing of merit on offer? The Octopuses food is coming on floating with the currents.
No need to speculate, this gear head octopus is charged with anticipation..
Boxes of CMS, MFS, bits collets five different departure locations addresses but only one destination..
This is truly momentous, but will the Octopus gear head get too bloated and explode? Quite a effort to not be overwhelmed by it all, and eat too many manuals and tips and tricks, quick fixes and then experience long misses..
I'm left feeling with a sense of encroaching possibilities, nearly on the verge of throwing most everything out so there's space for the new, get rid of the old and start afresh but I'm likely too sentimental for that, being a transplant I keep every bit of material to keep a secure barrier to any coming storm..
I'd like to be under the sea with my little Festool workshop neath the waves...
Where's the Food, his high tech woodworkers food, comes in boxes, carried by a bigger box on wheels, travelling from the south and the west, why not east, or north? seems like a vast hinterland with nothing of merit on offer? The Octopuses food is coming on floating with the currents.
No need to speculate, this gear head octopus is charged with anticipation..
Boxes of CMS, MFS, bits collets five different departure locations addresses but only one destination..
This is truly momentous, but will the Octopus gear head get too bloated and explode? Quite a effort to not be overwhelmed by it all, and eat too many manuals and tips and tricks, quick fixes and then experience long misses..
I'm left feeling with a sense of encroaching possibilities, nearly on the verge of throwing most everything out so there's space for the new, get rid of the old and start afresh but I'm likely too sentimental for that, being a transplant I keep every bit of material to keep a secure barrier to any coming storm..
I'd like to be under the sea with my little Festool workshop neath the waves...
