In space, no one knows if you clean.
Hey all,
Anyone can tell you an artist normally has a bit of organized chaos around his workspace.  Mine was a Jawa's paradise.  It looked like something out of a horror movie, so let's get on with it. Displays must be built, and space must be made.  Time to pop the garage open and see what I am working with.
"A transmission? Out here?"
 "Mother, I've turned the cooling unit back on.  Mother!"
"An organism. Open the hatch."
"Alien life form. Looks like it's been dead a long time. Fossilized. Looks like it's growing out of the chair." 
 It is one of those things in life you don't often notice - the more effort and love put into something, the more interesting and arguably beautiful the aftermath looks.
Woohoo! All clean, and ready for a couple of huge displays to get started. 
A pic of the organized doodads.  This is going to be incredibly helpful to have everything out on one wall of shelves.
That's it for this one!  Hopefully soon I will have some substantial supplies purchased and will be ready to start.
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