So that happened.
This is just a short update on something amusing that happened to me today. For a project I’m currently working on (and that I’ll start posting about in a few weeks) I’m at the point where I have to apply primer, and the design of the prop makes that very difficult to do correctly without help.
I decided to cobble something together from scrap materials to help hold the prop up, and at one point that was going to require my hot glue gun. Since this takes a couple of minutes to heat up before being usable, and my phone was almost out of charge, I went downstairs to put my phone on the charger.
As I plugged in my phone and checked to make sure it had started charging properly, I noticed that I had missed some messages. Since I had a few minutes, I decided to read and reply to them, before hurrying back upstairs before my hot glue gun emptied itself completely.
When I entered my crafting room, this is what I encountered:
In my absence, the hot glue gun had made a perfect little poop of glue.
I know, I know.
In my defense, I never claimed this blog would the explore the deepest depths of psychology and the complexity of the human condition. But that’s a glue poop, damn it, and it amused me. It would have been a greater crime to not share this. 😉