Thursday, September 14, 2006
I don't know why people feel the need to anthropomorphize important objects in their lives by assigning proper names.
Yet I too feel the urge.
Yes I say. Let us give the Shopbot a name and we can coyly refer to him/her daily with a wink and nod as we talk about what 'Botty' or 'Betty' or 'BigDog' is up to.
It'll be fun and other people will join in and soon we'll all be saying, 'Conad can cut that acrylic up, lickety split!'
But then again, that's all pretty pointless and silly. Maybe we should grow up a little and get back to work. Harrumph!
..ok, I can walk this line.
Let us say that on a daily basis the Shopbot shall be referred to by the ubiquitous and efficacious appellation 'The Bot'. However, formally, for signing checks and stuff like that The Bot shall also have a proper name.
In homage to Scott Adams I present...
Can you tell? He's smiling :-)
Since last April, Ian and I have been working on starting up a cnc millshop.
In July we secured a great space in San Francisco. Then, last week, the centerpiece of our enterprise arrived in an enormous wooden crate just tipping the scales at about 1/2 ton.
The past week has been spent assembling the beast. The archetypical christmas morning toy assembly extrapolated to its absurd extreme.
We took our time and savored the process and did it right. Overall everything was very straightforward. Not always easy but for every problem which arose a solution was at hand.
Today it is ready to be hooked up by an electrician. When that happens we'll be in business.