I caught myself on fire

Wife sees a hole in my shirt: Did you get your self with the sander today in class?

Me: No remember when I caught myself on fire a little bit?

I claim the title of Maker along with that of Writer. While my more visible work is this blog I also enjoy working (or as my wife calls it puttering) out in my shop, building things. I have marginal success in this endeavor having personally mangled many a piece of plywood in to submission. I have tried my hand at welding and at leather craft along with miniature model making and foam smithing.

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Most of these things require some form of power tool or sharp object so my wife’s comment should be read as more resigned observation than a worried inquiry. However none of those things have set me on fire (not even the welding) for that I required scissors and a pop can. (for those that don’t know what a pop can is, it is a thing you drink soda out of. I’m from the upper midwest get over it)

So I was trying to make a thing called a penny alcohol stove. The video below has a pretty good explanation of it. I of course wasn’t really following instructions.

So I’d watched the video and gathered my supplies then began tinkering. It wasn’t long before I had what could be considered a finished product. A little denatured alcohol for fuel later and bingo bamo I had a working prototype!

Of course I needed to show my successful project off so I took it to the wife, added a little bit of fuel and tried to light it again. There was a hiss pop sound then the thing spit fire at me. Suddenly my shirt was a little on fire. Easily swatted out and no harm to my skin. Just a dime sized hole in an old t-shirt but that was the end of the little DIY stove for me.

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