If you like to look at your chisels instead of use them, this isn't the technique for you. Go watch one of the popular videos, instead. There you will see a real* craftsman tell you about safety as he stands in front of his display of sharp tools. I use mine to make sh--stuff. I don't need to compensate for my weakness, and my weirdness is already invested elsewhere. As for my condescension, at least that's overt instead of feigned; I'll simply tell you that you're stupid, rather than pretend like we're friends as I continue to talk down to you. As you might've guessed, I had to remove some footage from this one. There's a certain type that just plucks my string, and its characteristic frequency is a vacuous proselytizing. Wait, that metaphor's all wrong. That would mean that I'm the one sounding off. Forget it. You know what I meant. Go sharpen something. You'll learn nothing from me. I ain't no bona-fide. Just a nobody chump, don't know sh--sharp when I see it. Tell ya this, though: learned to sharpen on a belt sander from my Dad, and there isn't a RU-vidr alive that could pound a nail like he could. Carried a 32 oz Vaughan for half a century, and the waffle was worn off before I was born. So please don't tell me about expertise; as soon as you start yer jabberin, I know yours is of the hypothetical sort. You know, that theory versus practice thing.
*old and/or overweight.
26 янв 2023
