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We feature all things ROBOT! The home of Danny The Robot Guy who loves taking what some folks consider old junk and turning them into rocking robot sculptures. REPURPOSING IS HIS PURPOSE. We also highlight some of the greatest under-represented artists from all around the globe.
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Back in the summer of ought nine, when the seas were calm and the weather a comfortable nineteen degrees celsius. Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays this fisherman from the swift currents of the open sound. Armed with a coffee can, cooler, and his trusty rod, Craig is constantly in search of the monsters of the deep. He has seen the white caps of a westerly squall on the rough waters of lake Taupo, wet his line in the great trench of Cook Straight, he has even set forth with a dingy, single shot, and a 10 meter spool of line to find the elusive snapper of Breaker Bay. The man is a hero, a myth, a legend.
Thus, Craig set out in his kayak carved from a Kauri tree by his great grandfather. It was a day like any other. The seagulls were trailing in an attempt to pick off any small piece of bait that may have escaped it’s intended purpose. The ocean was a stunning array of aqua marine with hints of turquoise. The winds were a slight norwester and the fishing was… flat! He had tried everything: Spinners, Spoons, Lunkers and Flies, he even tried the Hell Diver, Baby Tom, Husky Plunker, and a Punkin Seed. Craig was at such a loss he pulled out the Bite-em Bug, a Dowagiac Minnow, a Prince Edward, and even a Moonlight Dreadnought. How could he return from such a perfect day with no fish?! 
By this time, Craig had been a drift in his grandfather’s kayak for most of the day, and if he didn't start his return trip soon he would either paddle in the dark or end up camping on the shores of Marlborough Sound. Pulling out the paddle, after a quick nibble on some shark jerky, he tossed in a line with the only thing he hadn't tried and began his long ride home. A worm. Not three minutes later his pole tip began to nod. First a small bump, then three in succession, then WHAM!!!!!! His bale was screaming and line was spooling out so fast it could catch fire. Setting his drag and beginning the fight, his kayak began to pick up speed. Faster and faster and faster, the small craft began to skip across the top of the waves and appeared to fly at the lowest of altitudes. The sun was setting over the sea, yet his house was getting closer and closer and closer. By the time he was a few feet away from his original launch site the beast had tired and began to surface. Out of the water comes a marvelous Kingfish. Majesty in silver scales offset by a sharp line of yellow and blue. With a smile on his face that truly stretched from ear to ear, he released the giant after thanking him for the ride home. “We shall meet again my friend” he said with the grace of a true fishing maestro.