Has opposable thumbs, walks upright, and makes stone tools.
Born 1956. Drank a lot of milk.
1957 - 1980. In chronological order, did a lot of homework, rode bikes, caught fireflies, discovered girls, got degrees in art and biology, traded my time for money (apparently known as "a job"), got another degree in something completely forgettable, traveled a fair bit
1980. False start in knapping. Lasted a couple months -- lousy tools, poor rock, and too many band-aids. More traveling, more jobby stuff.
1990. Began knapping seriously.
1997. Small, noisy, poop generating machine arrived (identified by my wife as a "daughter").
1999. Poop machines #2 and 3 arrived. (Holy crap, this "life" stuff is serious!)
At present, I'm a happy guy with a loving wife, three wonderful kids and a fuzzy little dog known as the Uber Goober. We live on an island surrounded by salt water. There are many big trees on the island, big fish in the water, and there's a ton of cool rocks in my shop. I still ride my bike a lot but drink very little milk. My son calls me "Dude." Life is good.
This is my usual toolkit. Copper billets for percussion (one inch solid rods), a pressure flaker, an abrading stone, a leather leg pad, and a slotted hand pad. Not shown: band-aids. If you're going to knap, you're going to bleed.
See those brown spots near the top of the leather pad? Yep, it's O+.
My other toolkit for "abo" work. Moose antler billets for percussion, a copper pressure flaker, and leather pads for my leg and hand.