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The Warped Woodturner (TWW) is a local artist traveling his artist's journey in a suburb of Springbrook, WI (pop. 536). TWW's creative calling is to use a wood lathe to make useless objects from locally-sequestered organic carbon for tourists to bring back to the city to give to people they had to buy something for but do not like that much. His target market is the senior citizens since their vision is not as good as it used to be so cannot see the defects as well. His marketing jingle is: “Bowls as simple as their creator”.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
TWW is in recovery
Last Friday when TWW and MrsTWW came back from a trip to the true middle of nowhere, TWW found his mother boarding computer had died. He is currently in a 12 step recovery program to get his life back to normal. TWW thanks all 3.5 of his loyal readers for their patience and hopes they wish him well on his road to recovering all that he lost. Fortunately he listens to Rush Limbough and was sold on the idea of Carbonite so all of his files are floating up in the clouds somewhere. His current life enrichment opportunity is to find them and put them on the new machine.
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1 comment:
well, tww, peace be with you in your loss. now mother board was really uncle norman's second wife's sister, right? she the one that had the lazy eye and you couldnt tell if she was looking at your or not? and wasnt it mother board who went swimming darn near naked, well naked, in the swamp behind your place? one foot of water and 3 feet of mud. i think wimpy, he was norman's half brother, (that was on her dad's side} was the one who finally got her out of the water. right after that, they learned about a third of the crock of dandelion wine in the basement was gone. ummsure sounds like a mystery to me.
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