A conversation that was not actually about prelims

Conny: So, what's particle board, then?
Me: Well, you take wood dust, and small wood chunks, and you mix them with a lot of glue, and you pour this mixture into a wooden-plank-shaped mold, kind of like a paper mold, and then you apply a LOT of pressure to it, and when the glue dries, you have this wood-shaped piece of, well, glue, mainly, with a bit of wood thrown in. The best thing about it is that you can make it from all the detritus of a lumber mill, because it's just wood dust and odd-sized chips.
Conny: So particle board is like the sausage of the woodworking world.
Me: ...Yes. Except with fewer calories.

So my sister, who is of course awesome (how could she not be? She's related to me), has started an awesome new blog about weddings, or, more specifically, her wedding, which she is trying to put together with the minimum of insanity and the maximum of common sense. The fact that this is complicated enough to write a blog about tells you a lot about weddings, I'm afraid.

And while her blog is certainly amusing, and I'm looking forward to doing my part to help her keep insanity and costs down, all this talk of weddings is making me more and more inclined to swear off boys for ever and ever. Especially because I'm facing the weddings not only of my sister but of Lise, Katie, and Becca/Adam in the next year and a half, which, with Didi already married, leaves only me, Alanna, and Z in the blessed state of not-yet-bound-to-another-person-for-life. (And I'm not sure how close Alanna and Z are to this.) In case you had not picked this up yet, commitment terrifies me. I have trouble just committing to the "getting to the point where you call each other 'boyfriend' and 'girlfriend'" part of a relationship. So despite the fact that I really should be thinking about kids in the next four to five years, I still think 24 is WAY TO YOUNG TO GET MARRIED. *twitches*

*goes off and sits in her I'M NOT READY YET corner. alone.*

Not that I habitually walk into Home Depot just to stare at the power tools.

All I want in life is a 14" band saw.

Actually, that's a blatant lie. I want a lot more things in life than a 14" band saw, like passing my prelims, and finally getting production of my SK3 mutant in cells. But a 14" band saw would be a nice addition, as long as it came along with the space to put a 14" band saw.

In good news, though, I can pick up all the hand tools I need for ~$150, including a collapsible work bench, so if I can get Home Depot to cut wood to the proper size for me, I won't need a 14" band saw (and the space to put it in) to get back to woodworking. Of course, now all I have to do is come up with a spare $150 that isn't earmarked towards food, rent, or my bookbinding supplies.