Words of advice:
If you're hauling 2700 pounds of ganja in the back of your truck, don't get so freakin' stoned that you can't drive straight.
Fairness does not mean equality of outcome.
For some reason, I'm not getting LJ notifications today. I suspect my computer is behaving badly.
Note to self:
There is no such thing as a farting spell.
Web-based training for a new bidness system pretty much all day today. Brain is full, and I am now information-zombie. Happily the weather looks nice, so when I get home, Sadie can have walkies and I can maybe clear my head for a bit.
More facade stuff tonight. I suspect I'm gonna have to make a foam cutting table at some point, because I still have a buttload of straight cuts that I need to make, and even with my super-duper hot knife, trying to make accurate right angles sucks donkey balls. I might try an experiment with a table saw and see how that does with foam, but I suspect that it will just shred it (unless I get a really thin fine-tooth veneer blade... hmm...).
The professionals cut with big frame automated hot-wire machines. And oddly, the white beadboard cuts better than the extruded pinkboard. Probably because it's less dense.
I'm also going to have to make a hot-wire profile cutter. That's actually a lot easier because the size that I'll be dealing with is a lot smaller, like 2-inch and 1-inch widths, rather than full 4 x 8 foot sheets.
Ah, well. Somebody's got to do it, right?