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Oh no! I haven’t posted anything!

I just realized it’s long past the usual time and I haven’t posted anything! I don’t do that very often. So let me tell you what I was doing instead of posting.

Sitting in a lovely sunny garden surrounded by chickens watching videos from an account called Mad City Modern. He’s a gay man named Barry who lives in Madison Wisconsin and refinishes 20th C furniture he buys at yard sales. He keeps a running stream of consciousness commentary as he strips and refinishes furniture.

Which shouldn’t appeal to me but does. I find his voice and his philosophy soothing. I hate his taste in furniture but I love his taste in wood and finishes (I’m a shellac girl from way back). I like his dog.

The channel is four years old and he’s humble about his skills. I gather from his later videos that he’s developed a following. He does a live social thing on Wednesdays and people regularly give him stuff from his Amazon wishlist. He gets enough sponsorships that he doesn’t have to resell everything he refinishes. He ends up keeping most of his furniture, as far as I can see, because he makes a connection with it while he handles it so much.

This honestly makes me so happy for him.

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Comment from Pupster
Time: July 10, 2026, 9:50 pm

I didn’t want this post to pass without a comment, so I watched a few minutes of an art deco dresser refurb. Neat. It’s just not enough to keep my attention for very long. The fake birdsong and soothing music is kind of grating, in my opinion. I’m glad you like it though.


Comment from Bob Mulroy
Time: July 12, 2026, 8:03 pm

Lovely town, Madison.
I spent two years there operating a research lab. I had six bosses, twenty sub bosses, and thirty assistants sub bosses.
A humble man could’ve heated his home burning all the memoranda.

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