Brevity is the soul of- well, I mean-
brevity is good, so I may be doing some more fast-paced, short & sweet ones, should you like ’em. Let me know.
EDIT: forget that last part, about taking what you like into consideration. Hey, nothing personal, it’s just that if I give you what is in demand, the content will devolve into, well… you know. I’m going to keep making whatever I want. This comes at a price, and I get less views for it, and more dislikes. In fact, I’d bet that one of you is thinking about disliking right now, because you don’t like the tone that this description is taking. You would prefer it if I smiled and said: “thanks for watching! don’t forget to rate, comment, and subscribe! follow me on facebler, tumbook, readit, and yourspace! let me know of any other ways that I can kiss your ass!”
No. I won’t. In fact, you may kiss my ass, instead.
As for roofing: it is the one thing in my life that I will openly claim to have been truly gifted at. As I age, I feel as though my life has been somehow squandered away in diversion, while the only job that I have ever found satisfaction in was roofing. I had found my calling and left it. Probably for the best, though; it was mathematically certain that I would have ended up hurt. I had several falls, and many close calls. Perhaps that is why I find the safety brigade laughable, because they make such a fuss over the potential for such small accidents. Reckless roofing, unlike table-saw use, can result in death. As my Grandfather would advise me: “when roofing, one should never stand back to admire one’s work.”
If you are still a lowly roofer, revel in it- as it is, like all things in life, a temporary condition.