They swiped a coupla hunnert bucks from me too. This was my first
woodworking show.
Got a coupla freud TS blades, .1 micron dust bag, a couple of
Grr-Rippers, my own copy of "router magic" and a bunch of little things
that really added up!
Was tempted to get a Jet Mini lathe (179) but managed to talk myself out
of it cause I don't have the space even for something that small!
I'm glad I walked away before I thought about too many things that I'd
never seen before but absolutely had to have!
John
In article <[email protected]>,
Mr B <[email protected]> wrote:
> I'm heading over there tomorrow but in case anyone in the area doesn't know,
> there's a Woodworking
> show this weekend at State Fair Park...
I checked out the website, printed the discount coupons, was even over
at the Pettit this morning. Didn't go.
From the web, it looks like it's all normite, nothing for neanders.
True? It looks like the power-toolers are having a great time.
--
"Keep your ass behind you."
On 23 Feb 2004 05:05:20 GMT, [email protected] (Jeffrey
Thunder) brought forth from the murky depths:
>Since Tom complains I don't post enough, I thought I'd add
>my 2 cents.
>
>What follows is a report on my trip to the Milwaukee Wooddorker's
>show.
--snip of your usual party animal antics--
(shades of my past!)
>OBWW: I did indeed attend the show. Highlights for me
>were drooling on the Felder with the extremely
Was it protected with Slip-It, TopCote, or Johnson's?
How'd the drool fare?
>cool insert-tooling dado head (complete with side
>cutter for no tearout) and seeing the Logorsol (sp?)
>guy turn freshly felled timber into Chippendale highboys.
Did Keith make passes at them, too?
>That and spending a few hours with some fellow wreckers.
That's always fun, isn't it? Congrats on that.
>P.S. I promise to wear elevator socks next time, Bob.
So you'll be as high as they are? Got it. Carry on, Jeffwy.
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Australopithecus scobis wrote:
>From the web, it looks like it's all normite, nothing for neanders.
>True? It looks like the power-toolers are having a great time.
Well... Yeah, I suppose you could say that but I'm
wondering if it wasn't the same old proportions of what you
see in the catalogs and retail stores? To tell you the
truth, I was only rubber necking for the 3" X 21" sander,
didn't pay as close attention to things as I really should
have, thought that the show pretty much looked like a clone
of the year before, and the year before, and the year
before, and the year before, and the year before(1).
To tell you the truth, I'm semi-tempted to go back (I have
my hand stamp) and looking at the show from another
perspective.
(1) Not meant to be a rant. I really did enjoy myself but
I was also lucky enough to be with a (what's the word for a
group when associated with wooddorkers?). There was a thing
or two that was new and worth seeing in the wild/close up.
UA100
I took a long hard look at the new DeWalt 3"x21" that they claim has the
largest contact area of any 3x21. I don't have a belt sander yet, and this
thing came with a neat little stand to make it into a benchtop unit. I
wasn't sure if $195 was a good price, since I hadn't shopped it before.
I thought DeWalt's price on the new 2-speed planer seemed awfully low,
unless they've come way down since it's introduction.
"Unisaw A100" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
> Went with all the intentions of buying a Porter-Capable
> 3" X 21" belt sander. Only found one and it was at about
> what Home Depot wanted for the same machine (more than
> Amazon wanted). I left without it. I think I'll go to
> Elliot's and give them my cash.
>
> Otherwise, a good show and a good time seem to being
> had by all.
>
> UA100, who did get to hang with Jeff Thunder for the
> remainder of the day...
"Jeffrey Thunder" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
> Since Tom complains I don't post enough, I thought I'd add
> my 2 cents.
>
> What follows is a report on my trip to the Milwaukee Wooddorker's
> show.
>
>
> I was invited up to the Milwaukee show, and was
> given directions for a rendezvous point which
> was supposed to be a tavern, but Bob goofed
> things up and we ended up outside a Denny's
> instead. Bob, Dean, Rick and I were there
> on time, but as usual, Keith was late. He
> shows up half an hour later, careens through
> the parking lot (there was fresh snow) and
> smashes into Dean's beater pickup truck,
> disturbing three hound dogs in the cab.
> We see the telltale white marks on Keith's
> nose and all shake our heads knowingly.
>
> By that time it was 10am and I hadn't
> had a drink in hours. Bob suggested a
> 24 hour strip joint out by the airport, so
> we all piled into the glory wagon (a 76
> Lincoln towncar I drive) and headed out.
> Along the way Bob pops a little blue
> pill. A few minutes later he has
> second thoughts and decides to take a
> few more "just in case."
>
> Outside the club, Rick meets two rather large
> associates of a gentleman who apparently
> loaned him some money (at an exorbitant
> interest rate, jugding by Rick's whining). Since
> the rest of us are out for pleasure, not business,
> we decided to leave Rick in their caring hands.
>
> A few hours later we're ready to hit the show.
> Unfortunately, Bob has blown all his cash on
> lap dances. None of us offer to lend him the dough
> to get in the show since it looks like he'll be
> tenting for at least a few more hours. That and
> the drool running down the side of his chin is a
> little embarrassing. We decide to leave Bob behind
> and take off for the show.
>
> As we drive up to the parking lot, we run across
> a security checkpoint. Keith and I just about broke a gut
> laughing when they busted Dean for an outstanding
> warrant and shipped his dogs off to the pound.
> After we parked, Keith said he needed to
> "powder his nose" and took off to make a score. I was
> feeling a little parched. Luckily, there was an
> emergency bottle of Wild Turkey in the glove compartment.
>
> Entering the show, we got our hands stamped. Keith
> spent the next half hour staring at it. "Dude, like,
> whoa! It's like my hand is, like, turning purple, dude!"
> That and the sawdust wafting through the air was making
> my throat a little dry. Luckily I had snuck in that flask
> of sloe gin.
>
> The show itself wasn't too exciting. To liven things
> up a bit, Keith decided to make a pass at the bearded
> lady selling router bits made of hardened aluminum.
> I thought it was all in good fun, but the security guards
> were a bunch of rent-a-cop pricks and tossed us out.
> To teach them a lesson, I took a leak on their little
> golf cart outside the exhibition hall.
>
> Keith wanted to show me his shop/greenhouse, so we
> hopped in the glory wagon and took off for his place.
> Along the way I was getting thirsty. Luckily I found
> the emergency bottle of Colt 45 under the seat.
>
> Keith was very proud of his set up. He showed me a
> couple bongs he had turned from old palletwood. He also
> lectured me on proper shop lighting. I never realized
> how many grow lights were necessary for proper
> wooddorking! I was feeling a little pooped out from
> all the excitement and decided to crash on Keith's
> couch. He had some Nude Yankme Whoreshop tapes we
> watched while I sipped a few brews and Keith amused
> himself by giving the dog earhits. I took my cue to
> leave when the dog started shaking uncontrollably and
> took a dump in the kitchen. Keith was passed out on the
> floor by that time, so there were no long goodbyes.
>
> The ride home was a long, dry two hours. Luckily I found
> the emergency bottle of T-bird...
>
>
> OBWW: I did indeed attend the show. Highlights for me
> were drooling on the Felder with the extremely
> cool insert-tooling dado head (complete with side
> cutter for no tearout) and seeing the Logorsol (sp?)
> guy turn freshly felled timber into Chippendale highboys.
>
> That and spending a few hours with some fellow wreckers.
>
>
> P.S. I promise to wear elevator socks next time, Bob.
>
> --
> Jeff Thunder
A fair and balanced report. Thank you, shorty.
Bob
In article <[email protected]>,
[email protected] says...
<snippage of a fairly typical Saturday escapade>
It was good seeing you again Jeff, if only for a short while. You'll be
happy to know that I made it home without too much trouble. Once Guido
and Rocco heard about your glory wagon, the only thing they asked of me
was your address.
I thought I'd throw them off a bit by telling them you like to dress in
feather boas, sequins, and platform shoes. But instead of disgust,
Rocco just had a sly little grin on his face. He was mumbling something
like "it'll remind me of Joliet", and then he kept yelping "PURPLE!!!" -
over and over again. Whatever that means...
Next thing I know, they spot me a twenty for cab fare and I hightail it
outta there. Picked up some MD20/20, went back to the club and found
Bahb - still drooling. Helped him finish the last of the pills and
washed them down with the leftover Mad Dog. Dunno how I got home, but I
awoke the next day to my wife scraping me off the garage floor.
I'll never do that again!!!
Until next year, that is!
--
Regards,
Rick
(Remove the HIGH SPOTS for e-mail)
"Unisaw A100" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
> Went with all the intentions of buying a Porter-Capable
> 3" X 21" belt sander. Only found one and it was at about
> what Home Depot wanted for the same machine (more than
> Amazon wanted). I left without it. I think I'll go to
> Elliot's and give them my cash.
>
> Otherwise, a good show and a good time seem to being
> had by all.
Yo, despite the restaurant of choice having gone TU 2 months ago. Who knew?
We thought it was a gold mine. I came away with a bag of supplies and a new
appreciation for MiniMax bandsaws, as presented by Mark Duginske. Wotta hunk
of iron. (The saw, not Duginske, who looks like a prospector just back from
3 months in the desert.)
Best thing I carried home was a group of little fittings for the '57
Rockwell-Delta jointer, the Rocket 88, courtesy of Mr. Bohn. Some of them
appear to be unobtanium. Thank you again, sir.
> UA100, who did get to hang with Jeff Thunder for the
> remainder of the day...
And the usual crew. Funny, Jeff seemed shorter than the last time I saw him.
Bob
Now wait a minute, I wasn't even there!!
--
Jeffrey P. Picard
"If there must be trouble let it be in my day, that my child
may have peace." -- Thomas Paine
Come visit my woodshop on the web at:
http://www.sawdustcentral.com
"Bob Schmall" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
>
> "Unisaw A100" <[email protected]> wrote in message
> news:[email protected]...
> > Went with all the intentions of buying a Porter-Capable
> > 3" X 21" belt sander. Only found one and it was at about
> > what Home Depot wanted for the same machine (more than
> > Amazon wanted). I left without it. I think I'll go to
> > Elliot's and give them my cash.
> >
> > Otherwise, a good show and a good time seem to being
> > had by all.
>
> Yo, despite the restaurant of choice having gone TU 2 months ago. Who
knew?
> We thought it was a gold mine. I came away with a bag of supplies and a
new
> appreciation for MiniMax bandsaws, as presented by Mark Duginske. Wotta
hunk
> of iron. (The saw, not Duginske, who looks like a prospector just back
from
> 3 months in the desert.)
> Best thing I carried home was a group of little fittings for the '57
> Rockwell-Delta jointer, the Rocket 88, courtesy of Mr. Bohn. Some of them
> appear to be unobtanium. Thank you again, sir.
>
> > UA100, who did get to hang with Jeff Thunder for the
> > remainder of the day...
>
> And the usual crew. Funny, Jeff seemed shorter than the last time I saw
him.
>
> Bob
>
>
Yes, they already confiscated $500 of my hard earned cash Friday
afternoon. Gotta' get a better clamp for that wallet.
Bought the Incra LS Router Table Fence w/Wonder Fence - Price was
about $50-$90 better than what I've seen anywhere else. Gotta chance
to see the Jointech demo and Incra demo, Jointech guy seemed like too
much of a "salesman" type, and liked to rip Incra (not by name of
course). Kind of turned me off, plus most of his knocks on Incra were
not true.
Picked up a Boeshield 3-pack, Bench Dog featherboard 2-pack, t-track
for router table (under construction), and a couple other
knick-knacks.
The biggest crowd was for a logosol chain saw mill. The guy doing the
demo was pretty entertaining, could move around 500 pound logs with
just a couple hand tools. For some reason people were fighting over
the bark scraps he took off with the first cut and gave away.
Don't forget to hit the 3-M booth for free samples of their latest
abrasives.
Joe
> I'm heading over there tomorrow but in case anyone in the area doesn't know, there's a Woodworking
> show this weekend at State Fair Park...
>
> http://www.thewoodworkingshows.com/show.php?eventName=Milwaukee
Since Tom complains I don't post enough, I thought I'd add
my 2 cents.
What follows is a report on my trip to the Milwaukee Wooddorker's
show.
I was invited up to the Milwaukee show, and was
given directions for a rendezvous point which
was supposed to be a tavern, but Bob goofed
things up and we ended up outside a Denny's
instead. Bob, Dean, Rick and I were there
on time, but as usual, Keith was late. He
shows up half an hour later, careens through
the parking lot (there was fresh snow) and
smashes into Dean's beater pickup truck,
disturbing three hound dogs in the cab.
We see the telltale white marks on Keith's
nose and all shake our heads knowingly.
By that time it was 10am and I hadn't
had a drink in hours. Bob suggested a
24 hour strip joint out by the airport, so
we all piled into the glory wagon (a 76
Lincoln towncar I drive) and headed out.
Along the way Bob pops a little blue
pill. A few minutes later he has
second thoughts and decides to take a
few more "just in case."
Outside the club, Rick meets two rather large
associates of a gentleman who apparently
loaned him some money (at an exorbitant
interest rate, jugding by Rick's whining). Since
the rest of us are out for pleasure, not business,
we decided to leave Rick in their caring hands.
A few hours later we're ready to hit the show.
Unfortunately, Bob has blown all his cash on
lap dances. None of us offer to lend him the dough
to get in the show since it looks like he'll be
tenting for at least a few more hours. That and
the drool running down the side of his chin is a
little embarrassing. We decide to leave Bob behind
and take off for the show.
As we drive up to the parking lot, we run across
a security checkpoint. Keith and I just about broke a gut
laughing when they busted Dean for an outstanding
warrant and shipped his dogs off to the pound.
After we parked, Keith said he needed to
"powder his nose" and took off to make a score. I was
feeling a little parched. Luckily, there was an
emergency bottle of Wild Turkey in the glove compartment.
Entering the show, we got our hands stamped. Keith
spent the next half hour staring at it. "Dude, like,
whoa! It's like my hand is, like, turning purple, dude!"
That and the sawdust wafting through the air was making
my throat a little dry. Luckily I had snuck in that flask
of sloe gin.
The show itself wasn't too exciting. To liven things
up a bit, Keith decided to make a pass at the bearded
lady selling router bits made of hardened aluminum.
I thought it was all in good fun, but the security guards
were a bunch of rent-a-cop pricks and tossed us out.
To teach them a lesson, I took a leak on their little
golf cart outside the exhibition hall.
Keith wanted to show me his shop/greenhouse, so we
hopped in the glory wagon and took off for his place.
Along the way I was getting thirsty. Luckily I found
the emergency bottle of Colt 45 under the seat.
Keith was very proud of his set up. He showed me a
couple bongs he had turned from old palletwood. He also
lectured me on proper shop lighting. I never realized
how many grow lights were necessary for proper
wooddorking! I was feeling a little pooped out from
all the excitement and decided to crash on Keith's
couch. He had some Nude Yankme Whoreshop tapes we
watched while I sipped a few brews and Keith amused
himself by giving the dog earhits. I took my cue to
leave when the dog started shaking uncontrollably and
took a dump in the kitchen. Keith was passed out on the
floor by that time, so there were no long goodbyes.
The ride home was a long, dry two hours. Luckily I found
the emergency bottle of T-bird...
OBWW: I did indeed attend the show. Highlights for me
were drooling on the Felder with the extremely
cool insert-tooling dado head (complete with side
cutter for no tearout) and seeing the Logorsol (sp?)
guy turn freshly felled timber into Chippendale highboys.
That and spending a few hours with some fellow wreckers.
P.S. I promise to wear elevator socks next time, Bob.
--
Jeff Thunder
Dept. of Mathematical Sciences
Northern Illinois Univ.
jthunder at math dot niu dot edu
On Sun, 22 Feb 2004 13:32:04 GMT, Unisaw A100 <[email protected]>
wrote:
<snip doggy dogg>
>(what's the word for a
>group when associated with wooddorkers?).
"A cloud of Wooddorkers."
"A pile of Wooddorkers."
"A gaggle of Wooddorkers."
"A google of Wooddorkers."
"A puddle of Wooddorkers."
"A stack of Wooddorkers."
"A pride of Wooddorkers."
"A flock of Wooddorkers."
"A flocking big cloud of Wooddorkers."
"A shrewdness of Wooddorkers."
"A gang of Wooddorkers."
"A herd of Wooddorkers."
"A tribe of Wooddorkers."
"A troop of Wooddorkers."
"A cackle of Wooddorkers."
"A mess o' Wooddorkers."
"A team of Wooddorkers."
"A prickle of Wooddorkers."
"A colony of Wooddorkers."
"A pod of Wooddorkers."
"A pack of Wooddorkers."
"A bevy of Wooddorkers."
"A flight of Wooddorkers."
"A shitload of Wooddorkers."
"A brood of Wooddorkers."
"A clutch of Wooddorkers."
"A clutter of Wooddorkers."
"A drove of Wooddorkers."
"A litter of Wooddorkers."
"A party of Wooddorkers."
"A whole pisspot full of Wooddorkers.
"A covey of Wooddorkers."
"A host of Wooddorkers."
"An army of Wooddorkers."
"A mob of Wooddorkers."
"A band of Wooddorkers."
"A school of Wooddorkers."
"A plague of Wooddorkers."
"A swarm of Wooddorkers."
"A knot of Wooddorkers."
Thomas J. Watson-Cabinetmaker (ret)
Real Email is: tjwatson1ATcomcastDOTnet
Website: http://home.comcast.net/~tjwatson1
Went with all the intentions of buying a Porter-Capable
3" X 21" belt sander. Only found one and it was at about
what Home Depot wanted for the same machine (more than
Amazon wanted). I left without it. I think I'll go to
Elliot's and give them my cash.
Otherwise, a good show and a good time seem to being
had by all.
UA100, who did get to hang with Jeff Thunder for the
remainder of the day...
"Larry Jaques" <novalidaddress@di\/ersify.com> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
> On 23 Feb 2004 05:05:20 GMT, [email protected] (Jeffrey
> Thunder) brought forth from the murky depths:
>
> >Since Tom complains I don't post enough, I thought I'd add
> >my 2 cents.
> >
> >What follows is a report on my trip to the Milwaukee Wooddorker's
> >show.
> --snip of your usual party animal antics--
> (shades of my past!)
>
> >OBWW: I did indeed attend the show. Highlights for me
> >were drooling on the Felder with the extremely
>
> Was it protected with Slip-It, TopCote, or Johnson's?
> How'd the drool fare?
The damp portion was nekkid aluminum.
> >cool insert-tooling dado head (complete with side
> >cutter for no tearout) and seeing the Logorsol (sp?)
> >guy turn freshly felled timber into Chippendale highboys.
>
> Did Keith make passes at them, too?
He's trying to be cool about the show, but he was on the floor with a couple
of the saleman.
Bob
Unisaw A100 wrote:
>UA100, off to do field research...
Hokay, back from the show and the only inspiration there
was,
A Hat of Wooddorkers
In reality there weren't "that" many hats and in truth, with
this being Mahwaukee it's more appropriate to say,
A Camo of Wooddorkers
but that lacks any connection to woodworking.
In the mean time, and during the drive to the show, I did
think of another.
A Shop of Wooddorkers.
St. Soozan hit the trifecta with,
A Cord of Wooddorkers
An Obsession of Wooddorkers
and, her favorite,
A Talent of Woodworkers.
UA100
The missus accidentally brought home fully-caffeinated coffee
again, didn't she, Tawm?
On Sun, 22 Feb 2004 09:11:57 -0500, Tom Watson <[email protected]>
brought forth from the murky depths:
>On Sun, 22 Feb 2004 13:32:04 GMT, Unisaw A100 <[email protected]>
>wrote:
>
><snip doggy dogg>
<triple groan>
>>(what's the word for a
>>group when associated with wooddorkers?).
>
>"A cloud of Wooddorkers."
--snip--
>"A whole pisspot full of Wooddorkers.
>"A covey of Wooddorkers."
There ya go. We're a bunch of weird birds so "covey" fits well.
>"A host of Wooddorkers."
>"An army of Wooddorkers."
>"A mob of Wooddorkers."
>"A band of Wooddorkers."
>"A school of Wooddorkers."
"School" works well for this fishy lot, too.
>"A plague of Wooddorkers."
>"A swarm of Wooddorkers."
>"A knot of Wooddorkers."
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On Tue, 24 Feb 2004 07:51:32 -0600, "Bob Schmall" <[email protected]>
brought forth from the murky depths:
>"Larry Jaques" <novalidaddress@di\/ersify.com> wrote in message
>> Was it protected with Slip-It, TopCote, or Johnson's?
>> How'd the drool fare?
>
>The damp portion was nekkid aluminum.
So how was it protected from the doubly dastardly effects
of drool corrosion and oxidation? Anodize? Wax?
>> >cool insert-tooling dado head (complete with side
>> >cutter for no tearout) and seeing the Logorsol (sp?)
>> >guy turn freshly felled timber into Chippendale highboys.
>>
>> Did Keith make passes at them, too?
>
>He's trying to be cool about the show, but he was on the floor with a couple
>of the saleman.
Got it.
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