#CNC Machining Course

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In today’s world of precision manufacturing, Computer Numerical Control (CNC) programming has become an indispensable skill. However, embarking on this journey requires more than just enthusiasm; it demands a solid educational foundation. Choosing the right institution for your CNC programming course is a critical decision that can shape your future in this dynamic field. Here is a blog on how you can choose the right institution for your CNC programing course. Let's dig in!!!

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[offtopicstevie]

Totally get the criticism and the theories etc but maybe factor in that Haas is synonymous with a few big things, primarily their CNC machine, not just racing. You know. If you want. No big deal otherwise.

[spockle]

The thing about geniuses in college is that they either: 1) figure out they’re not geniuses, or 2) get bored. Really bored.

Phineas and Ferb are the latter.

They’re both people who are movers and shakers. They have a visceral need to keep their hands busy. They try really hard to like college— sure, there’s some cool people. The grad-level courses that Ferb sneaks into are pretty interesting. But it’s nothing they don’t know already.

Phineas initially throws himself into college. Takes as many advanced courses as he can. Ends up being the idea guy and head engineer of every club. It all ends up being unfulfilling without Ferb to (silently) call out his bullshit, bolster his ideas, force him to grow. One day he tells Isabella he feels stagnant— not because of her, of course— and she smiles like she’s seen this coming (because obviously she has), and tells Phineas to do whatever feels right.

Ferb sees through Oxford’s bullshit in the first months. The bureaucratic cesspit of an institution stifles him. Their equipment is antiquated. After Michaelmas first year, when he’s back in Danville, he builds his own foldable CNC machine and brings it back. The student union tries to bust him for it— they’ve always had a grudge against the kid— and never do. Some day in second year, Vanessa asks him how he is through their biweekly holograph call. She observes his short and clipped responses, then states the obvious— ‘You can leave, you know.’

Ferb is putting the final touches on his portal door when Phineas steps through his own into Ferb’s room.

The brothers only really need to look at each other briefly before twin grins spread across their faces.

The next day, the presidents of Tri-State State and Oxford University are seen with their heads in their hands, clutching identical letters of resignation.

[seat-safety-switch]

At some point you stop collecting tools to make things, and you start collecting tools to make tools. This sickness has struck so many of my friends, and it comes for me now also.

In antiquity, many of our most famous innovators had to build their own tools in order to discover whatever it was they became famous for. Charles Babbage had to invent the interchangeable machine screw, because up until then everyone just made their own crazy types of screw. For this, he was marked for death by at least one machinist, but his sacrifice was all worth it for the ability to pop on down to Home Depot and buy some complete dogshit drywall screws to use to cobble your bumper back on. Is he remembered for this? Not unless you do it.

Nowadays, every kind of tool that can ever be made has been made. Unfortunately, corporate and governmental greedheads don't want to let us have those tools. They ask invasive questions like, "are you really certified to operate a 10kW pulsed cutting laser?" and "do you have a hundred thousand dollars?" We have to make them instead. Of course, I'm not the kind of guy who builds his own CNC machine. No, I have to cobble together something useful from my own raccoon-like hoard of total garbage.

Most of the time, I can toil away in complete anonymity. This time, I regret to inform you, I have really fucked up. When I broke my ratchet at the junkyard last time (by using it as a hammer,) I still needed to make a hammer. I ended up using some of their batteries to stick-weld it to a broken chunk of frame rail, which really stepped up the ol' potency and also made it look like a horrifying movie prop.

Unfortunately the resulting vibe really stuck with a visiting Hollywood producer, who was touring the yard to look for filming locations (and probably a blower motor for his Bentley, judging from the racket it was making.) You can see my cool new Seat Safety Sledge in the latest Disney superhero movie. Getting a job at Disneyland is pretty cool, but they keep telling me that the robots can't cuss. Look, folks, what do you want me to do with this pile of Profane Speak 'n' Spell? Put it back in the dumpster where I found it?

[cupidkay-666]

“Corruption”

Warning: Cnc, Knifeplay, breeding kink if you squint, cuckholding, unprotected sex, choking, praise kink, degradation, etc. 🫶🏻

“Darling, we are going to be late for church.” Your heard your boyfriend yell up the stairs of the small town house that you and him had bought 6 years ago. “Coming!”, you yelled back down. This was an every Sunday routine. You would get up in a separate bedroom than him, the two of you would eat breakfast together, and then you would take alittle to long in the shower because you couldn’t stop touching yourself under the hot water. It was all the same routine just like every other day in your ordinary life. You looked into your closet before deciding on a light pink frilly dress. It was your favorite.

As you walked down the stairs you saw Jack, your boyfriend of 7 years. He was tall, with a skinny build, he had golden hair and light green eyes. He had on a light blue button up shirt, with white dress pants and polished shoes. So put together. Always. “You look beautiful as always y/n .” He said in a sincere tone. You looked down at your figure to take in what he was seeing. You looked at the way your body curved, you hade a slimmer waist compared to the rest of your body, your hips were noticeably larger than your waist accompanied by thick thighs and a plump rounded ass. Not to mention your breast, they weren’t huge, or small. Just a perfect medium.

As you rode to church, you wondered if your figure had anything to do with the fact that jack hadn’t touched you. Of course he had kissed you and held your hand but nothing more in 7 years. Was he simply not attracted to my body? Was he with me out of sheer convenience? You pushed the thoughts aside and got ready to put a smile on your face as you entered the church. The service was nothing out of the ordinary. After, you and Jack went to the same diner you went to every Sunday. The rest of the evening continued how it always did and always had.

The next morning you woke up for work and quickly got dressed. You threw on a cute tan skirt that fell right above your knee, a white v-neck sweater, and some loafers from under your bed. You left your hair down, it curled at the end as it fell to the middle of your back. You worked at the local paper office as an editor. The work day went by without anything of interest, that is until you was getting ready to leave. That’s when you got a text from Jack saying,” Hey Y/N I’m going to have to stay late at work. Which means I won’t be able to pick you up from work tonight, do you think you could walk home or take a bus?” You looked at the text message with an unsettled look. Instead of letting your boyfriend know of your worry, you simply text back “that’s fine! I can manage.” If the truth was know, you didn’t really enjoy the idea of being alone at night. You decided there was no reason to dwell on things out of your control and started up the sidewalk, you was only a few blocks from your house after all.

As you was walking home, something stopped you in your tracks. You had caught a whiff of cigarette smoke that make your head feel alittle fuzzy. You turned to see bright neon lights blinding you. You looked up at the sign and began to mouth the words,” THE LEAKY BARREL” in huge bold letters. You shuffled your thighs as you felt your core become warm. You took a step forward…. Was this huge red fucking flag in front of you the change of scenery you needed? Was god tempting your temptations?

You couldn’t stop yourself when your feet began to carry you through the front doors. As you entered the establishment you took in the environment around you. It was dark, you could barley make out anything in the small building, you could see tables and chairs scattered about, and a few slot machines in a corner, as well as the many eyes that were tearing you apart as you walked to the bar to find a seat.

“What will y’a have?” You looked up to see an attractive man, with short voluminous hair, he was tall…taller than your boyfriend, he was absolutely huge, his muscles were quite apparent under his black tee shirt, you noticed the name tag on his shirt “Dean”. You looked up to his eyes to see the darkest black eyes you had ever seen. You felt your breath fall short as you responded “Could I just get a water with lemon, Dean.”, you emphasized his name as you looked at his name tag back to him. Loud thunder of laughter came from him as he turned to get you a drink, “Ok princess, a “water” it is.” You felt your cheeks flush at the nickname. As he sat your drink down you looked down at the clear liquid. As you took a huge drink you felt alarms go off in your head, “not water… NOT WATER”. You felt your throat burn and your eyes start to water at the brims. You couldn’t stop yourself as you started to cough immediately. Through strangled coughs you managed,” What was that?!” You looked up at him with a piercing stare. “Calm down princess it’s just liquor, you’ll be fine. To come into a bar and order water is a joke.” Dean said while trying not to chuckle at you. You rolled your eyes and started to sip on your drink while in deep thought about your relationship. What would Jack think if he saw me here? Drinking? You had barley noticed when Dean had slipped into the back room to make a phone call. The more glasses you had to drink, the less you seemed to notice. Like when it was just you and Dean left in the Bar. Or when a tall man had took a seat right next to you. You turned to peak at the man just to realize he was wearing a mask. That’s when reality hit you. You needed to leave. As you got to your feet everything felt heavy, like the force of the earth was dragging you down. You slowly made yourself to the front door just to realized it was locked…. But why? When did the doors get locked??

A cold chill ran down your spine as you heard Dean speak from behind you “Sorry princess, doors are locked…. looks like you’ll be staying here tonight.” And with that Dean grabbed you by the waist and hoisted you over his shoulder, through your panic you saw the masked man start to close the blinds on the front wall of the bar. Nobody would be able to see you. You started to kick and scream but Dean just chuckled lightly “Nobody is gonna hear you princess…. Except me and him.” He said as he gestured towards the masked man. Dean took you to the back room of the bar and threw you on a cheap bed. As soon as you tried to get up to run he was on you, cuffing you to the bed rails. You could feel the tears flooding your eyes as you realized you couldn’t do anything but beg. “Please, please I have money in my purse just take it and I can leave” your voice was barley more than a whisper. Dean just looked at you and back at the masked man “What do y’a say? I’ll leave it up to you.” He was speaking to this masked stranger. My heart dropped when he just silently shook his head no in response. This pleased Dean as his lips curled up into a slight smile.

Before you could react Dean was holding you by your waist as the masked man ripped the skirt from your body. “Not as innocent as you seem princess…. Tsk tsk tsk, lacy red panties.” Dean said as his mouth seemed to start to drool. The masked man spread you legs open so they could get a better look at you. You turned your face away from them. The humiliation was too much. The masked man used his index finger to feel you through the light fabric of your panties. He brought his finger up, when Dean saw he grabbed you by your hair to force you to look. “Soaking fucking wet, for two strangers. Awww turns out our little princess is just a needy little slut.” He said as he started to grab into his pocket. His hand returned with a huge pocket knife. Your breath stopped as you started to thrash around violently. Dean’s voice is the only thing that made you stop immediately “It’ll be your fault if this knife accidentally slips and cuts you Princess, if I was you I would calm the fuck down and be still for me.” You felt the knife cut your tight fitted sweater from your body. “Goddamn look at those, absolutely beautiful.”, Dean said as he took in your breast cupped in a red bra that matched your panties. He wasted no time cutting the bra down the middle, the second the fabric was gone your tits sprung free. You could feel the cold air hit them immediately. You was humiliated at the light moan that left your lips. Both men took notice of the noise that came from you. “Looks like princess is going to enjoy this more than we thought.” Dean said as he moved down to your panties to cut them free.

“Please… I’m a virgin. Please don’t do this… what will my boyfriend think…” you could barley look at them as you croaked out the words. Deans eyes glazed over in lust,” shhh shhh princess don’t worry about him right now, you have too men here happy and ready to split that tight little virgin pussy in half” he said as he softly caressed your cheek. “By all means you can get started first, I plan on starting up here anyway” he said to the masked man behind him with a smirk. With that said, Dean took one of your breast into his mouth and started to suck away at your rosy pink nipple. Using his other hand to flick and pinch the other breast. The masked man was just looking at you, you could feel his eyes on you through the mask. He settled in closer to your core, when you tried to close your legs he spread them open and landed an open handed slap to your pussy. This must have enraged him because nothing could’ve prepared you for the two thick fingers being stuffed in you. You screamed as you felt yourself stretch around his fingers. Dean looked up and was simply mesmerized by the sight. He moved down to get a better look while rubbing circles on your clit as the masked man continued to probe you with his fingers. “Look at the way she’s sucking you in, fuck she looks so fucking tight…not to mention how wet she is.”, Dean said before looking back up at you slightly. You was trying your best to hold it in, but when Dean started doing circular motions on your clit you couldn’t stop the small high pitched noises from escaping your throat. You didn’t know what was about to happen but you could feel your abdomen tighten, your head start to become blank, and you knew it was coming. “God I can’t wait to stuff this little pussy full of my cum” Dean whispered in a low growl and that did it, you came hard around a strangers fingers. You felt the tears fall from your cheek as you let out a sweet moan. The masked man held the two fingers up while looking directly at you. He slide his mask up slightly just enough to lick his fingers off before smirking and returning the mask back into place. “My turn, don’t worry I’ll break her in for you.”, Dean said as he patted the masked man on the back and began to strip his clothes from his body.

You couldn’t help but admire his body, he was absolutely beautiful. He came up close to your face “If I uncuff you, are you gonna be good for me?” He whispered in my ear. I turned my head away from him too embarrassed to look at him and replied “Yes…” “That won’t work princess, I need a yes SIR” he said in a dark tone as he pulled my hair so I would have to face him. My eyes were burning from his gaze. He looked at me like he was going to devour me whole on the spot. “..yes sir.”, I whispered. “Good girl, you are finally learning your place Princess.”, he said as he kissed my forehead while unlocking the cuffs. “Now I want you to lay just like that, and spread those pretty thighs for me, be a good little whore for me now.”, he said as he positioned himself in between my legs. The whole time I couldn’t stop from looking over at the masked man who was quietly just watching this all unfold. Dean was positioning himself at my entrance, lightly rubbing the tip of his cock at my wet hole. His cock was longer than it was thicker, with distinct veins, his tip was more girthy than the rest of his shaft. “Ok princess, now just hold real still for me, gonna make you feel so fucking good.” He said as he started to push himself inside me at a slow pace.

“Oh god, it’s too big!” you pleaded as you tried to squirm away from the burning stretch in your pussy. “No God here princess, just us. Now sit still so I can take good care of you” he said as he pushed into me further. You couldn’t stop yourself from squirming away, just as you thought maybe you was getting used to it, you felt him grab my hips and slam his whole length into you. A gut wrenching scream pulled through your throat, you could barley hear him when he growled out “I told you to fucking sit still, fuck you feel amazing around me, and would you look at that, so you really was a virgin….. well not anymore.”, he chuckled. “He started to move at a agonizing pace, you could feel him in every crevice of your pussy, you could feel him beating into your womb. You felt yourself start to lose focus of everything as you felt your body because overly hot. “Awe look at that, she’s already becoming a cock drunk little whore, hmm maybe she needs something to pull her out of her bliss.” Dean said to the masked man in the corner. Dean pulled completely out of you and flipped you over to where your ass was in the air before slamming back into you all at once. The second you went to moan you felt your mouth become full. The masked man had stuffed his cock down your throat. He grabbed the back of your head as they fucked you back and forth between them. His cock was bigger and longer than Dean’s. You was starting to lose the ability to breath it seemed like. “Goddamnit I’m getting close, fuck, can’t wait to fill you up.”, you heard Dean moan from behind you. “Fuck you’d like that wouldn’t you princess, to feel my cum all in your tight wrecked pussy.” You didn’t have it in you to protest, plus how could with your mouth stuffed to the brim. You felt the hot ropes shoot through you as Dean finished. He pumped it all deep into you so none of it was wasted.

Just then they both pulled out at once. Your body went limp and you fell to the mattress. “I think I’ll leave you two, y’a know to get better acquainted with eachother.” Dean said as he planted a kiss on your forehead. The masked man flipped you back over on your back, you could barley keep your eyes open through hooded lids. He noticed this and immediately slapped you hard across the face. Your eyes popped open immediately. He never spoke. It was terrifying. He simply unzipped his pants and positioned himself between your thighs. Unlike Dean who took his time more, this man didn’t. He slammed his full length into you without warming you up at all. Using Dean’s cum as lubricant. You lost your breath as you felt him bottom out in you. He lifted your legs above your head and started to reach into the depths of what felt like your entire soul. “Please please I can’t take it, it’s too much! Please it hurts!”, you cried out but he wasn’t listening. He continued to absolutely fucking wreck you until you was a teary eyed, drooling, wet mess. When you wouldn’t stop crying he placed his hand around your throat and squeezed until you saw stars. Causing your pussy to tighten around him more than you knew possible, it felt like he was absolutely ripping you apart. Just as you was about to fall over the edge he whispered “who knew an “innocent” thing like you would actually just be a filthy fucking whore.” That did it. You immediately began to cream all over his cock, and he followed right after you filling you completely with his cum. That voice. It was familiar. Before you could think it through, your reached up and pulled the mask off him.

“…..Jack?”

[fuzzythoughtsblog]

CnC rating:

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A fantasy I had based on a fan fiction I read :

I begin to wake up. I feel groggy as push myself from my bed. Except I couldn't for some reason and then I look up and my hands are cuffed to my bed. Except it's not my bed it's someone else, I quickly look around the room for some kinda indication of where I am. Theirs nothing thats familiar. The room is pained a light purple with fluffy fixtures everywhere and nice tv but no windows, only a fake projection of one. As I look around I recognize some stuff bits of my things placed neatly around the room. When I shift around I start to hear foot steps. I try to wiggle out of the cuffs before the door opens but its no use. A woman walks through the door with a soft smile on her face.

"Hello, love. Did you sleep well? I made sure to have everything how you like it down to rain sounds. "

I pause and realize there is a sound machine playing rain sounds just like the one I have at home.

The lady continues " I hope the cuffs weren't to tight, once we get you your ankle bracelet we won't have to fiddle with those things. "

I stare at her for a moment before asking where I was and how I got here. Some how very calm about the matter.

"Oh that's right you wouldn't remember. Well this is your home, not just this room of course you're free to explore the whole house once your ankle bracelet comes in. For now you stay here; but don't worry I'll keep you company. As for how you got here well you were at your old home and I put something in your glass of water to make you extra sleepy. Sorry it was just a formality and I won't do it again. "

As she talked the panic began to set in. I ask her why she did this.

With a smile she begins to play with my hair. "I love you, for a long time now. I know you don't remember but I used to see you after middle school walking to your house. I think the first time I saw you I knew this was it. As the years went by you confirmed to me that this is it. Watching your highs and lows have been truly beautiful. I knew I must have you in my life but, I don't want to share you anymore. You know you sleep beautifully, I mean I've seen it before but this is my first time seeing you sleep up close and personal. What were you dreaming about? "

I can't even take it all in, this lady I've never seen before is making all these claims and I'm strapped to her bed. I then look down to see I'm in pink lace lingerie. I freeze and she notices.

"Oh yes, I thought you'd look lovely in these and you do honestly. " she says as she drags a hand up my body.

"Your just so pretty. " she says as she leans in and begins to kiss my neck. At this I snap at her to stop and to uncuff me. She sighs and begins to nibble on my skin.

"Bear with me love, I must learn your body. " I shake my head as she shows no signs of stopping. I tell her someone is looking for me. "And may they never find our home" she breathes into my skin like hymn. She then moves on from my neck to my shoulders leaving long kisses on them. She then begins to trace my collar bone with her finger ever so gently. Upon tracing it she moves here mouth to the top of my chest. In to my skin she whispers "Allow me to take my time little dove, I want to savior this for both of us".

I try to pull away as she sucks dark marks into my skin ending the ministration with a small kiss. For a moment she leans off of me to admire her work. She let's out a moan as she looks. " Your breath taking. I've had only a little and I crave more. " I begin to lightly sob as she takes a nipple in her mouth sucking it through the lace. It feels disgustingly good. Everything in me is screaming to reject the pleasure, but my body won't listen. I let out a soft moan causing her to stop and look up at me.

"Little dove. " she says as she begins to kiss me on the mouth despite me backing away from it. She continues until a headbutt her mid kiss. She grips her head, but it seems my resistance only spures her on more. As she cups my face with her hands this time and she takes another kiss. And then she goes back to nipples this time nibbling at the other. She then looks up at me as she sucks the already sensitive bud. I accidentally let out a whine as it's just too sensitive.

Which sends a shiver down her spine. She lowers her head to my stomach before continuing to kiss it and litter the skin with little marks. She then traces the more sensitive skin with her tongue. As she goes lower I feel something hot grow in the pit my stomach. Especially as she gets to where my pelvis and my stomach meet. Nibbling on the line between the two. Unexpectedly she then moves over to the top part of my thighs. The bit of pudge that peeks over the lace stocking. Before going on she looks up at me again.

"Your delicious my love, I don't know how I have claimed to live before I tasted your skin. " after she sinks her teeth in to the pudge a action that causes me to yelp as its unlike every thing she did before. Of course she watches me as she does the same thing to the other side. As she released the meat from her teeth she then uses them to bite the edge of stocking before pulling them down and off. She does the same to the other side before returning to the first and laying a kiss on the knee she then bites around on the lower part of my thigh take her time to leave more dark marks. She ends it by laying several light kisses on my ankle. Before for repeating the same action on the other leg as she presses the last kiss into my ankle she breathes a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry dove, I don't mean to be a tease I've just been dreaming of this for so long. Longer than you could know. " she says placing her head near my crotch as I shift away. She simply holds my hips before placing a kiss on my clothed pussy. She then begins to suck and lick through the panties. All while starring at me watching every quiver and gasp. She begins to pay attention more to my clit as I whine and with shaking hands she removes the panties and just stares at my cunt for a minute or two. I hear her moans the words "fucking gorgeous".

Before ducking back down and tasting me from the source. I feel as she moans against me and grinds into my legs as she takes my clit into her mouth causing me to shake and shrink away. "Don't, run away from me baby. Hear me, never again. " she says eyes very serious. She then leans in and starts slowly pressing her tongue into me. Rubbing my clit as she does. She then holds my thighs as she goes deeper, fucking me on her tongue. She eats me out with focus and dedication for what feels like hours before pressing a finger in along with her tongue. The two move in sync as she loosen me before adding another finger and after time another. Until I'm crying on 3 of her fingers and a tongue.

She then pulls out and grabs something from the night stand. I look as she pulls down her pants to reveal a throbbing cock. She then squirts some lube onto it and my cunt before pumping it in her hand. There is absolutely no way she wants me to take all that. But as I look in disbelief she lines her cock up with my cunt but before she presses in. I say wait what about protection. She looks up at me with a soft smile "It's okay, I'm the only one that's going to be taking you for now on so we don't have to worry about that. "but before I can exclaim that it's not okay she sinks in.

With a breathy "Fuck" and fuck is right her cock is thick and just keeps going as she sinks into me as I whine and squirm. It takes a minute before our pelvises kiss but as they do she let's out long and loud whine. And I just stare at her, she fucking came inside of me, she came inside of me with no protection. What if I ... I begin to really sob as that thought crossed my mind. She on the other hand is still with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry love, it's just been so long. But don't worry I can keep going. " she says before sliding out and slamming back in. Causing my head to fall back. "See, I can give you pleasure too." She says voice still breathy as she pounds into me. The room begins to fill with the filthy noise and whines. I want to run away but theres nowhere to go. I just have to lye their and take it as she fucks her cum back into me with haste. She continues to thrust as she sucks more marks onto my neck and under my jaw. Then the worst begins as I feel my body try to tense up. Absolutely not, I tell myself but she seems to notice as she begins fucking speeding up and rubbing my clit. "Good ahead cum for me love, make a pretty mess of yourself. " I shake my head in refusal. This is not about to happen I'm not going to cum on her cock I refuse.

"Baby please stop being so stubborn, just do it it'll feel so good. " I keep starving it off despite her words until she wraps her mouth around my clit while still pounding . Sending me tumbling over the edge hard without out any way to catch myself. I close my eyes hard and begin to shake. It feels like an eternity and when I finally am able to open my eyes I hear a low ringing and my body is still tingling as she is still fucking me through it before cuming again even deeper this time. I feel tears continue to roll down my cheeks as she pulls out and her cum drips down my legs. As I stare at the ceiling completely stund I hear her whisper

"Welcome home, little dove! "

[great-light-5-axis-cnc-machining]

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥-𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐍𝐂 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐒𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

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[transfemme-shelterdog]

I'm a trans guy who's currently working in a trade school, specifically taking a digital printing technology program (so like silkscreening, pre-press, embroidery, lazer cutting, label making, etc.) and when I see CNC I just automatically think about CNC (Computer numerical control) machine. It's basically a giant machine to cut stuff like wood, aluminum, film, foam, stuff like that.

Fun fact: I actually took a course in CNC programming in high school.

Funny anecdote but imagine being in University in a degree where you have to take psych classes at the height of "CBT" memes. Our professor would always talk about "Cognitive Behavioral Therapy" and my and my friends would have to not laugh because all we could think about was cock and ball torture.

[adastrabbit]

some cam questions: what does cam think of puns? does cam have a strong preference for a specific display technology? (e.g. does he hate lcd and prefer crt or oled?) did cam ever return to streaming after (presumably) escaping? if so, did he use the old account or start fresh? also, if he was vtubing, what was his model? robot catgirl? would he find it degrading if someone, upon narrowly escaping involuntarily donating their own skin to his escape attempt, came back with one of those human sized teddy bears for him to use instead? or would he find it more practical (doesn't decay as fast) or perhaps demand they come back with a cat version? or is the revenge aspect too important to accept substitutes? how bad of an idea would it be to allow Customer Assistance Machine (CAM) access to Computer Aided Machining (CAM) tools like a CNC mill and 3d printer (near the end of the 30 year solitary arc)? what would he make first? what if you only gave him a dinky uncalibrated PLA printer and only 2 meters of filament? would he be able to print something to help him escape or would he try to but fail and get mad?

first of all: thank you so much for sending these. so many questions. i will answer in order :D (readmore here so my lovely followers dont have to scroll past my yapfest)

what does cam think of puns? hmm... i think it likes them but only if it's making them. CAM is quite self absorbed (if this was not obvious enough by now i need to work harder) and gets easily annoyed if someone else makes a joke he doesn't think is funny. does cam have a strong preference for a specific display technology? (e.g. does he hate lcd and prefer crt or oled?) not really! CAM really only tends to have issues with tech they're put into if it has a lack of motor control. it really hates not being able to move. i imagine they would have issues if there was a lack of display as well but i don't think they prefer any type of display over the other. did cam ever return to streaming after (presumably) escaping? i think so! CAM likes streaming and they're very good at it. if so, did he use the old account or start fresh? starting fresh is the more reasonable option but i am in love with the idea that this fictional streaming website stays active 30 years into the future, so the old account i think also, if he was vtubing, what was his model? robot catgirl? of course. her name is Cami by the way would he find it degrading if someone, upon narrowly escaping involuntarily donating their own skin to his escape attempt, came back with one of those human sized teddy bears for him to use instead? or would he find it more practical (doesn't decay as fast) or perhaps demand they come back with a cat version? or is the revenge aspect too important to accept substitutes? oh definitely. ideally, CAM prefers any sort of robot body over a human one and a plush toy just feels patronizing. i think the revenge aspect isn't super important apart from any human who had a part in them getting put away, but CAM doesn't trust any human to build them a robot body that they're satisfied with. it's why they want the skin-suit thing, as more of a temporary vessel to build a better robot body! how bad of an idea would it be to allow Customer Assistance Machine (it's actually Customer Assistance Module! :P) (CAM) access to Computer Aided Machining (CAM) tools like a CNC mill and 3d printer (near the end of the 30 year solitary arc)? oh i don't think it would be that bad actually. he's more worried about doing his own thing so i dont think it would be used for that malicious of purposes! mostly. what would he make first? im not sure actually! maybe a more mobile shell to fit some wires into (re: the skin-suit thing) to move around in and do the aforementioned building a better body. probably a way to get out of their room if they havent done that yet in this hypothetical. frankly a lot of their plans require more delicate tech what if you only gave him a dinky uncalibrated PLA printer and only 2 meters of filament? would he be able to print something to help him escape or would he try to but fail and get mad? oh that would absolutely not work lol. i think they would try SO hard to get it to work and get mad when it doesnt. 2 meters of filament is absolutely not enough to get through a strongly sealed door even when youre an AI thats been self-developing for 30 years

[keldau]

Throwback to the beginnings of my costuming journey. Though this armor has since been retired, mainly due to my unfortunate physical growth, I think back on these times fondly. I like to think the time and care I put into my first build shows, but I may be a touch biased.

The completion of this armor lead to a great many things in my life. Some of the most fun I've ever had, some of the best friends I've ever made, and some of the coolest opportunities I never thought I'd have.

In 2016 I was invited to attend a convention in Salt Lake where I met the man himself, big boss Boba Fett, Jeremy Bulloch. While it was a brief (but incredibly cool) opportunity, he wasn't the only hero I got to meet that weekend. While attending a panel for Mark Hamill, I also got a high five from Jason David Frank (RIP). Another man I've loved and respected for as long as I can possibly remember.

While manning the Star Wars Costuming Clubs booth that same year, along with a new friend, we were blown away by a random surprise visit by Michael Rooker. Though I regret missing this opportunity to get a picture, the conversation we had without a massive group of people interrupting him, is all the memory of the event I need. What a genuinely cool guy.

Over the years my armor evolved and grew with me, but continued to open doors I never thought possible. Growing up in the middle of nowhere, no real money to my name, and no opportunities to truly geek out with the people left in my hometown, I never thought that Comic Cons and costume groups would be part of my life. I had followed what the 501st Legion was doing since I was a kid, and was truly blown away when I saw them on tv marching in the Rose Bowl Parade in 2007. Still, I never thought anything like that would exist in Montana. At that point, the Mandalorian Mercs were just starting, so I hadn't even heard of them yet.

By the time I started college, I was made aware of the existence of the MMCC. Sitting in my dorm dreaming that I'd have the money, time, space, skills, etc, to start a build of my own some day. Then one day in 2015, I saw this helmet for sale from Headshot Props, and I knew it was time. I had to make this purchase. I checked my accounts, moved some stuff around, skipped getting groceries for a few weeks, and 2 months later, there it was in all of its glory. Sitting at my doorstep when I got off work, I don't think I had ever been that excited. I took it inside, ripped open the box, knocked off just enough of the sharp edges to put it on without cutting myself, and low and behold... it didn't fit.

Motivation: demolished. Faith: gone.

I was, frustrated, to say the least. I'm the type of person to take setbacks like this extremely personally because of how often it seems like it happens to me. I set it on the shelf and looked at it for a few days. I knew there was nothing I could do about a return because the dimensions were posted, and I measured my head. It should have fit. I didn't take into account the cheeks of the helmet being a tighter spot, and my bigass fivehead just wasn't gonna do it without breaking the helmet. I had to do something though. I sanded the hell out of the inside of the cheeks to the point that you could see light through them, and I could get the helmet on, though it wasn't a pleasant experience. I then took my heat gun, thinking there's no way this will work, heated the resin just enough to push the cheeks out that little bit extra, and I'll be damned. It was just enough. The helmet was still tight, but it fit, and it was back to game on.

The course of the next few months brought on a ton of changes. I was lucky enough to be working at a sign shop at the time I began this journey, and that shop had a seemingly endless supply of foamed PVC board and a flatbed CNC machine. I was able to trace out my armor design and just have it cut right there! Barely even had to trim and sand anything! It was amazing! I started learning skills I never even knew I wanted. Using a heat gun to form shapes, learning to paint, kit bashing parts to make in-universe looking props, it just never seemed to end! Halfway through my build, I moved, but I didn't let that move ruin my motivation. In that tote was a pile of loose parts and a helmet. Within a month of moving into my new place, it was wearable. Rough, but wearable. Around Halloween that year, I had met up with some local guys that were also building armor, and we handed out candy at the Zoo! It was amazing, and I had so much fun. Met some of my future best friends that day.

Over the years of doing local events, I've been humbled on a few occasions. Mostly from people who joined the group later on that have told me their journey started when they saw me at one event or the other. That's such an incredible feeling and honestly makes all the time, effort, money, stress, blood, and love I've put into this build worth it.

If you've stuck with this post this far, I applaud you. You can probably tell I'm not much of a writer and I'm all over the place with no real conclusion to any of it. I'm really just reminiscing. This weekend I will be parting out this original kit, or at least most of it, in order to help new costumers, new friends, get a foothold in their build, and hopefully motivate them to continue.

If you've ever wanted to build a costume, regardless of what fandom it's for, don't let anyone tell you not to do it. Buy it, build it; piece by piece or all it once, it doesn't matter. Just do it. Solid chance you'll never regret it.

[bastardrobocop]

not being funny, not being melodramatic i hope, but i feel like the last year has broken me in a lot of ways. 2023 i mean. i watched a long term relationship disintegrate in my hands until the ultimate betrayal of my trust and safety. i was so stressed and so fucked up all the time.

and now like, i can feel im withdrawing from my friends, im engaging in unhealthy behaviors i will not specify here, despite it all im more lonely than ive ever been, my hobbies are starting to feel like dust in my mouth, and while i'm not actively suicidal, the thought isnt far from my mind in that nasty intrusive thought sort of way.

there are nice things. i have the place to myself. the bed to myself. its quiet. but i feel like ive exhausted the amount of patience people have with me talking about what ive gone through. and as is the nature of things i dont feel as though ive built character or come through hardened. i feel mad. hurt. i want to hurt xer back somehow. take something back because something was taken from me. i feel like i have no recourse. god knows if xe'll hurt someone like xe hurt me again. but thats not even my primary motivation. i just hate feeling like theres nothing. no justice. no satisfaction. nothing that makes being raped a more tolerable experience, which is a silly thing to say. but you understand, right? like, sure i could post somewhere highly visible "In December of 2023 well known SCP Wiki author UraniumEmpire sexually assaulted me" but like what would that accomplish? it sure would put me under a microscope. its a surreal sentence too. hard to explain why. maybe its ultraminor celebrity combined with knowledge that inevitably it can just be denied and nobody will listen.

you know before now i never really noticed how much people fetishize sexual assault? "CNC" and the like. i dont care for it. i dont think they know. its frustrating as an adult online trying to navigate adult spaces. i know its an odd topic, but im fully stream of consciousness right now. i'll see something and it hits me in the gut and so i block the user or close the thing or leave the discord call. yet another addition to the list of things that make my tastes so exacting.

i feel like i should come to some overall point but the only thing coming to mind right now is just 'i hate this'. and i do. i hate this so much. i'm crying a lot more. at stupid things. weird things. memories. dreams. this post. the funny thing is that despite it all, despite the content, despite everything, i hope people read it. i like feeling like i exist. i like feeling real to other people. reminding folks that im not just a joke machine. i have an internal world. i have had a life that's lead me here and despite advantages it has not been good.

did i ever talk about how my high school graduation went? odd digression, bear with me. i feel like its emblematic of how things typically go for me. it's the day i graduate high school. i come downstairs to find my mother on skype with my kansas family. my grandfather is dying. they put him on skype. i watch him die over skype. after sitting alone for some time, i tell my parents i do not want to go through with high school graduation. i am forced to regardless. it is the most miserable day of my life. nobody listens to what i need in the moment. i go through with it, and then we are all shepherded to some kind of entertainment center. for reasons i cannot fathom, we are not allowed to leave for a couple hours. enforced fun time. they bring a stage hypnotist. i sit in silence and watch his antics. i get up and ask one of the people supervising us if i can leave now. they finally say yes. my mother takes me home. she asks if i have a nice time. i say of course i didnt. we drive home in silence.

i have have very rarely felt understood. very rarely felt like i was built to exist in the world. i feel as though i have an expiration date beyond the obvious one. i have grown older and watched people i know operate normally in the world and wondered how they do it. it never clicked for me. autism, transness, otherings. experts looked at me, told me i needed accommodations. never really got them, or they didnt help.

this is getting too long. i asked myself partway through if this was a suicide note but concluded that it wasn't. this is primarily because im scared if i die, they'll separate my cats. adopt them to different homes. they're best friends, they should not be kept apart. i love my cats, even when they're breaking shit and tearing open trash bags.

final paragraph. this whole post thing is probably going to sound embarrassing to me when i have hindsight on it. oh well. i am going to hit the post button now.

[great-light-5-axis-cnc-machining]

🔥Year-end sprint! The 5-axis CNC machine is running at full capacity, working overtime to rush the New Year's orders, and every cut is ingenious! 🎉Can you guess what masterpiece we are working on? #CNCProcessing #CraftsmanSpirit #NewYearNewAtmosphere

[moldspace]

hello lovely willow, i have a question: i read that you cut your wood sculptures with a scroll saw. i was wondering what your opinion is on scroll saws vs cnc machines vs laser cutters. i know laser cutters leave a burned edge, but since you paint them, maybe that'd be less of an issue? cnc/laser would save more time but i guess less of the "custom" quality if that makes sense. thank you in advance!!

so I have used both a laser cutter and a scroll saw for my wood guys - I haven't used a CNC for them but got close enough to using one to maybe get the gist of it?

for one there's the accessibility part. scroll saws are affordable and can fit in your garage - CNC machines and laser cutters not so much. I had a membership to a maker space to get access to laser cutters and CNC machines, but that also cost money and you need to have one near you for that to work!

laser cutters are by far the easiest to use imo, especially for the (low) level of detail and complexity I was doing. the problem I had with them is that you can only cut a max of like. a quarter inch material. so I was gluing sandwiches of laser cut guys together to make pieces of the thickness I wanted, but then it was impossible to fully get rid of the seams where each layer met. for pieces a quarter of an inch thick or under it's perfect. I think even the burning isn't super noticeable, if you calibrate the laser right you'll only get burning on the cut edge, not the flat faces.

the makers space I was at did have a CNC machine but it intimidated the hell out of me and while I did all the training on using it I never actually did. what really put me off of it was the fact that you can't get a very thin cut in, because the thing you're using to cut with it is basically a drill bit, not a saw. any inside cuts will have a minimum thickness and be rounded at the end. I didn't feel like modifying my patterns for this, and also a CNC machine 1) requires some really specific software to run and 2) will cut into itself/destroy itself if you get your instructions wrong, which is a lot of responsibility to have. in theory a CNC machine is just like a laser cutter with a drill bit at the end instead of a laser. but in practice it is an industrial beast that will rend wood metal and flesh until it cannot anymore and that is scary.

I'm currently back to scroll saw my first and truest love for the wood crafts, because it's in my garage, and I can use it myself, and it's easy and simple! the learning curve with it is all physical, rather than software-based, which I actually kind of prefer. and you can get some very intricate work done with it (if you're skilled). it can also do thicker pieces, and get sharp inside corners and thin cuts. of course learning to use it is a bit of a pain, and it does have its own limitations (I've broken. far too many blades trying to do tight corners and turns). and it's scary because you're putting your hands near a blade. AND it takes a shocking amount of forearm strength to move your wood where you want it, in my experience.

so all that is to say: pros and cons to all of it. I think which is best depends a lot on what you're making and what your circumstances are. some people may have much more tolerance for horrible CNC toolpath software than they do for sharp metal moving quickly near fingers. personally I did end up cancelling my makers space membership because none of the automated things were getting me quite where I wanted to be, and I felt like I'd be happier working at home with the scroll saw. but it does introduce a level of human error back into the equation, and really tires my arms out!