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It's a beautiful Saturday morning. Birds are singing, children are laughing, Mark is drilling glass. The noise is like something from the neighbors' worst nightmares. The drillbit is screaming, glass dust is flying. It has begun...
The PIC chip and Blake, locked in mortal combat. Blake's expression suggests that the PIC has a leg up in the contest.
After going through all of the day's pictures, it appears that Nate's face was not once captured by the camera. Some would call it a testament to his working spirit - he doesn't want the fame, the glory, the recognition. He just wants the project to be done so we'll get the hell out of his house. Or maybe he just likes to squat.
On the opposite end of the spectrum stands Brad, posing for the camera like it was his business. He referred to this pose as "Pondering Workman." His group members refer to it as "Portrait of Confused Dumbass."
Well, it's approaching noon. Thirst sets in.
Tragedy strikes. Drilling bottles sucks.
Some groups might have saved the trip to the bar for the end of the day. We, however, are thirstier than other groups. Name a better place to lay out plans than on a barroom napkin, anyway.
Okay, so there was very little planning going on. We needed more beer. Hamburgers were also involved.
A little powwow around the structure. About now it was getting really cold.
Mark continued to drill.
As the Picmix began to take shape, Nate could no longer resist it's charms.
Graduation rests on this skeleton.
Mark is not tired of drilling bottles at all.
Reinforcements arrived throughout the day. Here is Nate's girl keepin' it steady.
The structure is complete, for the most part. Top panels are removed so we might show off our pump configuration.
If you saw this guy standing on the street with a power saw, would you say hello?
and so day one ends...