I did this exact same thing - that is, build a hand made dining room table for my wife. I didn't care about using reclaimed lumber, but I did want to avoid using glues. I used lag bolts and screws - I figured it would last longer than glue. Also, I used about 1/10th the number of tools he used. But I did use a sawsall and a drill.

I used all pine, but did a faux aging process with vinegar and steel wool, and black tea. It turned out awesome (after 12+ coats of spar varnish on the top... ug). I have two matching benches. It's all very rustic, durable, and functional.

Very cool video!

How he made it...
http://forum.coolermaster.com/viewtopic.php?f=52&t=15726&st=0&sk=t&sd=a&sid=a279d6c77021a9dc4a8e55c4eaa959c4

I love how with all the time, effort, money and awesome put into this desk, he just turns around a chair from the dining room table to demo it.

IT'S DECORATIVE
GOURD SEASON, MOTHERFUCKERS.
BY COLIN NISSAN

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I don't know about you, but I can't wait to get my hands on some fucking gourds and arrange them in a horn-shaped basket on my dining room table. That shit is going to look so seasonal. I'm about to head up to the attic right now to find that wicker fucker, dust it off, and jam it with an insanely ornate assortment of shellacked vegetables. When my guests come over it's gonna be like, BLAMMO! Check out my shellacked decorative vegetables, assholes. Guess what season it is—fucking fall. There's a nip in the air and my house is full of mutant fucking squash.

I may even throw some multi-colored leaves into the mix, all haphazard like a crisp October breeze just blew through and fucked that shit up. Then I'm going to get to work on making a beautiful fucking gourd necklace for myself. People are going to be like, "Aren't those gourds straining your neck?" And I'm just going to thread another gourd onto my necklace without breaking their gaze and quietly reply, "It's fall, fuckfaces. You're either ready to reap this freaky-assed harvest or you're not."

Carving orange pumpkins sounds like a pretty fitting way to ring in the season. You know what else does? Performing an all-gourd reenactment of an episode of Diff'rent Strokes—specifically the one when Arnold and Dudley experience a disturbing brush with sexual molestation. Well, this shit just got real, didn't it? Felonies and gourds have one very important commonality: they're both extremely fucking real. Sorry if that's upsetting, but I'm not doing you any favors by shielding you from this anymore.

The next thing I'm going to do is carve one of the longer gourds into a perfect replica of the Mayflower as a shout-out to our Pilgrim forefathers. Then I'm going to do lines of blow off its hull with a hooker. Why? Because it's not summer, it's not winter, and it's not spring. Grab a calendar and pull your fucking heads out of your asses; it's fall, fuckers.

Have you ever been in an Italian deli with salamis hanging from their ceiling? Well then you're going to fucking love my house. Just look where you're walking or you'll get KO'd by the gauntlet of misshapen, zucchini-descendant bastards swinging from above. And when you do, you're going to hear a very loud, very stereotypical Italian laugh coming from me. Consider yourself warned.

For now, all I plan to do is to throw on a flannel shirt, some tattered overalls, and a floppy fucking hat and stand in the middle of a cornfield for a few days. The first crow that tries to land on me is going to get his avian ass bitch-slapped all the way back to summer.

Welcome to autumn, fuckheads!

http://www.mcsweeneys.net/2009/10/20nissan.html

Legitimate arguments? Like the Government of Canada being a tyrannical government?

Logical space? Like equating health care reform with mob rule?

Trying to have a conversation with you is like arguing with a dining room table.

Winstonfield, QM - dining room table. Nuff' said.

Funny how some Congressman can play the race card and get a free ride. Read the transcript.


Rachel Brown: I think the Administration is missing something in these town hall meetings, which is, that it's not just one group. The economy is collapsing. We have 30% real unemployment. Forty-eight states cannot balance their budgets and they are cutting programs to the bone. This is the context under which the Obama Administration says we need health-care reform—

Barney Frank: Well, I'll tell ya—

Brown: I'm not done. The reason why, is because they say we need to limit Medicare expenditures in order to do that, in order to reduce the deficit. That's the origin of this policy. This is the T4 policy, the Hitler policy in 1939, when he said certain lives are not worth living; certain people, we should not spend the money to keep them alive. Which is exactly what Ezekiel Emanuel has said.

So, my question to you is, one, since this policy is already on its way out—it already has been defeated by LaRouche—my question to you is: Why do you continue to support a Nazi policy, as Obama has expressly supported this policy? Why are you supporting it?

Frank: When you ask me that question, I am going to revert to my ethnic heritage, and answer your question with a question: On what planet do you spend most of your time?

Brown: [Inaudible; apparently asks Frank to answer the question.]

Frank: You want me to answer the question? [visibly and audibly enraged; lisp more pronounced:] Yes, you stand there with a picture of the President defaced to look like Hitler, and compare the effort to increase health care to the Nazis. My answer to you is, as I said before: It is a tribute to the First Amendment, that this kind of vile, contemptible nonsense is so freely propagated.

Brown: [Inaudible.]

Frank: Ma'am, trying to have a conversation with you would be like trying to have a conversation with a dining room table. I have no interest in doing it.

John Velleco brought a knife to a gun fight. He was totally unprepared for this interview. Constantly sidestepping questions.

I dont think there should be reason for -anyone- to bring a gun to a presidential anything. The only reason to bring one would be to prove a point through fear tacticts and is completely rediculous. To quote barney frank, arguing this is like talking to a dining room table.

and im not arguing the right to have weapons. I think its perfectly fine for people to own / use guns. But I'm with the other guy. It should be able to be regulated in such a way that prevents things like this.

>> ^blankfist:
These comments really sicken me. What's so terrible about what Pennypacker said? Is it because he made controversial contrarian comments and added the word "neolib"?
Please stop ridiculing and picking on the dissenting voices on this site. This is exactly the issue I take with majority opinion whether it begins from the left or right; it breeds not only sheep, but self righteous hatred. When you hear a voice of the minority, it should be our human duty to embrace it and make efforts to understand it instead of ostracizing it outright. To me, there is not a higher purpose for a man than to shirk his belief system so he can try to understand another's, and I defy anyone to prove me otherwise.
I simply do not understand this place anymore. It is filled with beautiful understanding people, yet when dealing with a political dissenter they demand blood (pardon my hyperbole).

Beautiful. Spot on. Bravo. Upvote, quality, the works. You're right, I'm wrong. I apologize on the behalf of all liberals. Our bad.

Wait, there was more?

Additionally, I'm growing more and more tired of people creating political fabrications to control opinions:
My great friend DFT is labeling Hitler the same as Bush, saying they're both right wing as if being right wing makes you evil like Nazism. This is nothing more than political posturing and beneath us all. Hitler's party was the National Socialist German Workers Party. You seriously cannot get more left than that!

Hypocrisy! You condemn people who casually toss out Nazi references, and then casually toss out a Nazi reference?!

Boo! Hiss! I demand blood! Kill the nonbeliever! This is like arguing with a Nazi dining room table!

To be perfectly honest, whether you're left or right has little to do with whether you're an authoritarian committing genocide or not. Your left and right politics doesn't make you evil. You have to make a choice, as a leftist or a rightist, to be evil.

Too bad this sounds a bit like "even if you're a leftist like the Nazis, you can still choose to do good! Like Oskar Schindler!" after that Godwin turd you dropped in the middle of an otherwise feel-good comment.

My dining room table demands an apology! Silence should be considered an asset and certainly does not warrant a comparison to that girl.

>> ^Throbbin:
Winstonfield - you are a sad, sad man. Arguing with you is like arguing with a dining room table.


LOL!!!

Please Winstonfield take your gun, go with your sister (that is also your wife) and go play the banjo, and cover that red neck of yours

Winstonfield - you are a sad, sad man. Arguing with you is like arguing with a dining room table.

I think he was a bit out of line comparing her to a dining room table. I figure a nice throw pillow or maybe one of those neon royal-flush lamps.

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"... Dining room table..." lol. I have to use that sometime

You mean I finally get to do my first *quality? Woohoo! Drinks are on me.


Ok, so this was years ago, and I was at a friend's birthday party. I had lost a significant amount of weight because I would bicycle everywhere, and I hadn't been out drinking. So I decide, damnit man, ahm Scah-ish, and I'm goun ta drink meh ancestor's drink! So I get a fifth of Cutty Sark and start doing shots. Now, not having ever tried Scotch but once prior to that night, I have to tell ya. It's liquid peat moss. Or maybe just Cutty Sark is. I don't know. But as with any liquor, once you get the first few shots down, you don't even taste or care anymore. So I proceed to drink about more than 1/2 the bottle, as well as a few beers...

So let me lay the scene for you here. We've got a small 1 bedroom apartment crowded with about 30 people. The stereo is up high, and after about 3 hours, I've made it to a chair at the dining room table. I start to get dizzy, so I put my elbows on the table, interlock my fingers and rest my chin in my hands, as I'm looking out into the room. And EVERYTHING is going up and down, in and out, and swirly. You know, like a merry-go-round? I can also hear every word at each of the conversations which were taking place around the room, as well as in whatever song was playing at the time. I don't even remember who eventually was around me but people were saying stuff like "Oh man, look how white he is!" "Dude, you need to go to the bathroom..." And I'm going "No, it's ok. I'm not gonna puke...I'm not gonna"

The last thing I saw was vomit shooting through my interlaced fingers.

So what do you do? Just put yourself there for a minute. Your that fucked up and you just start throwing up. Yup, I cupped my hands together to lean forward and make a bowl with my hands.

Now, physics was the LAST thing on my mind at this point. I forgot a critical variable: volume. Needless to say, I got. it. everywhere. All over the cake, in the ashtrays, people's cigarettes, in people's drinks, on people. Someone told me later I looked like a fire hydrant with an obstruction in the way. Luckily almost everyone there was a friend, so I survived a potential beating. (But at the cost of the ribbing I still take to this day )

So they throw me in the bathroom. Now, I'm conscious enough to know that I don't want someone pissing next to my face as I bow before the Porcelain God, so I lock the door. And promptly pass out. Eventually I finally wake up enough to open the door, and am promptly hauled out passed the line that formed, and am unceremoniously dumped on the bed. The only recollection I have of the rest of the night, is waking up several times lying face down, my hands and arms in the "goalpost" formation, and my head to pointing to the left. Have you ever gotten tired of lying in one position? I lifted my head, just to turn it to the right and got the whole Ferris Wheel action from before. So I kept passing out unable to turn my head.

Next morning, incredibly, I had no hangover. However, that is the only night in my life where I have no recollection of events. You could say I blew the dog and I'd have to take your word on it.

Ah well...it's good for a laugh.