You mean someone buys this stuff?

"I, fool;...and his money are soon parted".
....better, but the original ’A’ is less personal...*L*

1st thought...."SOHO vibe in Nawlinz..yeah, ’bout right.."
#2...buyer of that table does not have pets other than fish.
3...bought for coolfactor only, first party invites spilt drink on spinning lp..
4... hyperallergic to dust...lives Alone, no phone, no pool, no pests, ain’t up for....🐱‍👤s......

Opt for an inset disc player with an ’outboard drive’, inlaid into that limb burl with a touchscreen next to.....

Me? *S* Rather have a 4 axis router...I have that sort of lumber loafing about....denser, harder, heavier, laughs @ carbides.

I’d also thought of a ’bow-tie’ at the end with that split in an ’audio theme’, but they invite inquires.....
....if you absolutely Must have It...;{)

I don’t like speakers that stare at me.

I think a pair of the BSTs’ backed by a gaggle of LSTs’ could be fun.
Give the LTs’ a sheep-like coat of acoustic foam.
The BTs’ foamed in such way that they look like "Shepard Ts’ ", with the whole company performing nothing but chorus pieces....

"Performance Art Audio....On Stage....Yours." ;)

The Cookie Slab TTs’....eh, not impressed, but the Customs could be ’lovely PerfArtA....given the Right Things.

Fun stuff...but not my stuff, no. Good Luck to them, tho’

I once recommended it to a co-worker that wanted something Scary.....

The 'review' started with:

"WTF is That 'baby' all about ?!"  Comic relief...

...his mind flew away like dandelion seeds....*ffooommm*...*s*

@tablejockey  ....Long Beach, huh?  Began there in '51, grew up in Northtown LB, before the freeways turned to rivers of steel, glass and plastics...

...but it's home.  Harder to wade around of late...wave to the Pacific for me. No place like...the beaches, back then, still now?

Yup, someone somewhere will sometime buy this 'stuff', much like the 'floating platter' TT and things beyond the rational regards of the readers here...

An ad for 'conformable ear buds'....You remove the ear bud itself, heat the ear piece itself, stick it into your ears, and wait for them to cool.

How hot?  Wasn't specific on that detail....
If you needed restraint in the molding phase, likely too hot...*G*

Yup, good stuff. ;)
The only way closer is 'straight from the tap'...which is quite warm. *s*

"...I'm addicted to roofs 'n jets...."
....and refrigeration...*g*

Tablejock, I hear you, 5x5....*G*

I return to the Grating LA area 51 periodically to visit what remains of family....bros' widow, niece in Lakewood, nephew in Redlands (who commutes daily into/out of LB....?!)....

I'd have Serious Issues with his daily drive...would likely resort to some insane vehicle weaponry to cope....this is from one who only gets a speed tix once a decade, because I grew up in that morass. *L*

Ah, LB....."I can get you to LAX in 'bout a half hour....just don't look out the windows....that's right, turn the radio up and contemplate the Art of Creative Driving..."

Yup, remember the dairy lots in Paramount, and raw milk cream topped.
Didn't die from it, but did relish it.

Used to 10spd from NLB to Huntington Beach & Back. Still have the thighs from it...graduated to powered 2 wheels, which served well in the 
Bay Area when I escaped SoCal...moving North later to beyond the 
Redwood Curtain....

Recycled to Oaktown for further escapades....;)
Spouse (later....lived in glorious sin for long enough....still in my company, everyone is amazed, even us for that matter *L*) wanted a SF zip code, 'K.
We left in '90.  Landed in HOU for a decade x 1.5.  Was great until it grew back into a face-grabbing monster on many levels, none on the level...

Asheville, NC....SF East, initially.  But the FLidians are escaping the rising tides, the NYawrkers aren't just vaca-ing anymore....

But we've tired of surfing the curl of society's breaking waves.
Our business is growing beyond our wildest explanations.
No desire to retire....just back the throttle handles. and give some brighteyed bushtailed a gig they won't get elsewhere while I disturb them with Tales of the Decrepted. *L*

Next time I end West, I'll be in touch. ;)  Let's wander up to Blue Jay Way (It does exist, beyond the song...), burn some herb, and try to find the way home....*L*

That'll get us back in time for sunrise at 'Tin Can Beach'...no doubt. ;)

Natively urs, J