AZ JazzyJ
<font color=teal>The Talented One<br><font color=p
- Joined
- Dec 6, 2000
Well, I was sitting around one day staring at the window while trying to remember where I put that stupid 100 Years of Magic pin that I could have sworn should have been in my pin book when a ray of light struck my eyes. My first reaction was the same as a deer who is standing in the middle of the road at night, "what is that coming towards me, a Buick or is this my lucky day and it is two motorcycles?" After shaking the fear and the grillwork out of my teeth, I decided what I really needed was a hobby. Not just any hobby though, this had to involve sharp glass, lead, safety glasses, and lots of band-aids. So after looking into buglary and learning that crime really doesn't pay I decided maybe I should take up stained glass. After all, from the looks of my shirt I was pretty much an expert on stains. All I really needed to do was direct the mess away from my clothing and onto a piece of glass. I mean, how hard could this really be right? Well, after countless amounts of broken glass, a couple of trips to the doctor to remove shards from various appendages I decided maybe it was time to forget dumb and dangerous and move on to safe and sane. But after more hours than I care to remember, I completed my first project.
Thought you guys might like to see what happens when you let a left-handed artist loose with a right-handed glass cutter. And just for the record, guys who work in stained glass shops fail to see the humor when you refer to the size of the bottle that the flux comes in as its Flux Capacity.
Jeff
Thought you guys might like to see what happens when you let a left-handed artist loose with a right-handed glass cutter. And just for the record, guys who work in stained glass shops fail to see the humor when you refer to the size of the bottle that the flux comes in as its Flux Capacity.
Jeff
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What a great job you did Jeff!
