Tom Arnold

Pardillo sleeps hard.

The weight of a thousand dying stars.

Please just lie down. Please. I would like my spleen in one piece.

She still doesn’t trust humans. It’s only been 3 years though. Maybe one day.

It has been 42 years as of today.
If you were still alive would you even like me? Would we ever talk? I’ll never know.
I still think of you and your memory still affects me.

I miss you j.c.n.

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This doesn’t look like much.

What you see is a 10mm by 3mm slot and a 3mm hole.

What’s not obvious is I bought this CNC 16 years ago and this is the first time I’ve predictably cut aluminum.

This is a major step forward in my intended workflow.

I started using my $100 purchase of Stanley compartment storage boxes and I’ve found 4 bolts that will save me almost $1 after an hour of sorting!

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Shoe comes off with magnets and registration pins.

Dust shoe seems to work. I nixed at least a dozen ways to attach the brush and finally just hot glued it.

Once dust collection is sorted I’ll go back to trying to mill aluminum. For what I want it should be doable. We shall see…

I guess I promised some non-cat postings so here is the scrap from todays fun. I’ve swapped out the several kg water cooled spindle for a much lighter air cooled one on my CNC and I’m making dust collection for it. Building it up from on-hand material.

Yupp. Guess I’ll read for a bit.

Well I did have some things I was planning to work on but they seem less important now.

He’s 100% definitely not allowed on this counter.

Zero fucks are being given.

Guess she tenderized my lap enough.

Lazy Sunday afternoon reading.

I was gonna futz with the CNC a bit but I ordered the wrong spindle kit so might as well read.

I’m beginning to feel kinda paranoid.

I just can’t shake the feeling that I’m being watched.

This little fuzzball still hates me but at least she is chilling a bit after near 2 years inside.

I promise I’ll have things to post that aren’t cat related shortly.