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  • Jun 22, 2026, 11:30 AM

    The second thing that happened (yeah, I’m going out of order) was that I went to a pottery class and couldn’t make the clay do what I wanted. Hours later, I realize that—duh—you can’t make the clay go back in from a larger radius to a smaller because you’ve no practical way to channel the excess clay of the circumference. Which I wouldn’t have had to discover if I’d followed the instruction more carefully and extruded to the height I wanted at the initial radius before widening the bowl.
    This is what I eventually decided to have fitted and glazed. No idea what the fuck it is.

    A strange, wet clay object sits on a bat (a plastic disk that gets attached to a pottery wheel so that the piece can be removed from the wheel and the wheel can be reused immediately). The object looks like an upside-down broad-brimmed top hat and has no immediately-obvious use. A basket full of pencils is also on the table and you can see aprons piled on a lower table and a more sensible piece of pottery further back.
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  • Jun 22, 2026, 11:30 AM

    The first thing was that my father-in-law refused to teach my wife to back up a trailer and yelled at me saying that I didn’t want to learn. This is not precisely true. I’m not motivated to learn and don’t want to be instructed by him; true enough. I’ll just keep fucking around with the trailers and disconnecting them and man-handling them by main force when I fuck up until I have it down. The escape hatch of “oh, I’ll just put myself in place of the car” actually working is probably limiting my progress because I don’t want to be doing most of the trailering, so the sooner I can be done the better.

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  • Jun 22, 2026, 11:32 AM

    My brain needs to know *why* before it will follow rules. I don’t know if that’s engineer, ADHD, or autism (first two confirmed, last tentative).

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