Thu Oct, 30 2003
It Just Makes Me Bone-Tired
I know, I know: I am badly neglecting my project of annotating The Endarkenment.
I know, already: it is quite frivolous of me to be goofing around with something as silly as guitars while America is busy going to hell. It is, however, turning into quite a bit of work. There are seven of the damned things in this house, now, and I am suddenly taken with the maintenance project of it all. Today, I took the ES-355 in for work on its frets and a developing headstock crack. (I used to think this was an extreme crisis, but weeks of research have informed me that it's really not.) I also installed new pickup covers and did a neck adjustment and complete setup on the SG, as well as shopped for more parts. (This is a splendid little axe: my first eBay buy, and it could not possibly have gone better. I'll probably write about this guitar at some point, but for now, I'll just say that I wasn't so much thrilled as very intrigued when I first opened the case, and I am slowly becoming quite thrilled, if you can grasp that idea.)
Since about ten o'clock this morning, I spent about 45 minutes of every hour with a guitar in my hand. I've had myself a day at it.
I'm about to go to bed. Before I do, though, I just want to point this out:
I got a note about a discussion thread somewhere else. I went and looked. I left a comment.
I don't know when I saw such utterly rotten nonsense posted so credulously. I don't know when I last saw so many people talking so circuitously around an essential point.
Go read it, and take, for a single example, dear Kelli, who actually suggests that it's a good idea to pay bribes to commies. She doesn't put it in that many words, and I don't even think she understands that that's what she's saying.
I can't say which I find more horribly fascinating: the suggestion, or the fact that it's embedded in her mind like a soda-pop jingle.
And the whole thread is like that. It's a positive case-study in how not to analyze or argue these issues.
You know what?
There is time enough for me to fool around for a while. People like that will be around when I get pissed off enough to write about them.
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