For years, people have been warning me about a dread menace that lurks in the shadows of all hobbies. That monster at the end of the book is named "woodworking," and it consumes ordinary people like fire.
It starts innocently enough. You're doing a regular, run-of-the-mill hobby, and you become so engrossed in it that suddenly you need more storage space. Because of centuries of indoctrination, you decide that you need shelves. Sure, you could just go buy some shelves from the store, but they're flimsy and don't fit your available space really well. Then you look outside. Trees. Trees. There's a lot of those. Perhaps a wood shelf would work. A few days later, you're doing all kinds of horrible things in order to afford your latest specialty router bit.
Now, not everyone falls down that rabbit hole. Plenty of people are capable of building a quick piece of shelving without ever learning what a rabbet is. Let's be honest, though: anyone reading this is definitely of the personality type that has already looked that word up on Wikipedia and clicked through to like four related articles. Lee Valley should be giving me thirty pieces of silver for what I've just done to you.
There is good news. If there is a way to avoid woodworking, I think I've found it. It's called welding, and it consists of spending so much money on metal, rod, gas, electricity, and various kinds of weird-shaped magnets that you can't afford woodworking tools anymore. Nor, really, do you want to have wood lying around while you're throwing Zeus's fury at some old Diplomat quarter panels. It's a big downer to burn down your fancy wood shelf from an errant spark, mostly because all your cool stuff will be lying on the floor again.
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