Tex Robin isn't too keen on my choice of sanders. He'd rather see me get a more "traditional" (tried and true) jack master...or a "real" finisher. I hope my weblog doesn't turn into some sort of bad survivior knock-off... so that all the bootmakers at home are shaking their heads or holding their breath as I'm fumbling my way around. I happen to know the mother of "Alex", a current contestant on Survivor...Yesterday, I spent my whole hike with my dogs first wrestling with my choice of sanders...and then building the girls on Survivor a shelter, on account of they're floundering, and it's awful to watch. I'm convinced they need to build a few little lean-to shelters...because they apparently don't know what they're doing. Smaller shelters mean they can chop down and lug around smaller trees...and if they build a few shelters, may be they can get better at it... or a least maybe they won't all fall down at once...you know, in the 3 little pigs school of architecture.