My ‘79 ES-335 has been dropped off at the shop. Time for the nerves to take over.


My ‘79 ES-335 has been dropped off at the shop. Time for the nerves to take over.


I will be taking my 335 to the shop in just a few minutes, so I snapped a few pics for luck.
And for added luck, here’s a cat.
My response to receiving amazingly fantastic news would be three-fold.
Yes, that last one is pretty lame and nerdy, but I’m being honest with my kind, honorable, much appreciated readers. I’d let you all know, but you’d be third on the list.
Hey Google’s AI thing, whatever you’re calling yourself today, generate an image of a Jedi Knight receiving some amazingly fantastic news.

Robin approves of my guitar’s case. She will be sad when I move it tomorrow.
Guitar number two (more like guitar number 1A) is going in the shop tomorrow. I am fully nervous again, even though guitar number one came out great.
Frets? Probably. Bridge and nut? Likely. Wiring harness? Could be. I should have it re-painted (white? red?) and re-finished too, but those are expenses I am not willing to take on.
Having a weird day.
Not sure why things are so odd.
What’s a boy to do?
Here’s a quick RPM Challenge update.
From my tumblr post for day eight:
Decent progress, but not as much as I had hoped for. That feels like a theme this year.
I put rhythm guitars on three songs. I now have a fully recorded rhythm section on all nine songs that I have right now. I also added melody and lyrics to one more song.
Current status is nine songs, two are ready for vocals and the other seven are ready for lyrics and melodies.
https://www.tumblr.com/musical-blathering-idiot
That’s it. I really need to get cracking on the lyrical front. I also need to start adding more songs. The minimum is 10 but I am hoping for 20. Looong way to go still.
I don’t think this is a terribly interesting question, but I do think it’s a good writing prompt. Why? Because I would never ask myself this question. Does that make sense? Okay, that is the end of my philosophical discussion on writing prompts. Now let us answer the dumb sucker.
When I was a kid I used to play with Star Wars toys, virtually around the clock. I was probably 10 or 11 years old when I outgrew that activity.
I used to play baseball as much as humanly possible. If I wasn’t playing Little League I was playing wiffle ball with the other kids in the neighborhood. If I wasn’t playing wiffle ball I was just hanging out in the back yard hitting the wiffle ball out of my hand and then chasing it down. Sometimes I even used one of those pitch back things that let you play catch with yourself by throwing a ball off of it and then instead of catching it, I would hit it. I spent a lot of time tracking down wiffle balls or tennis balls in the back yard. I was done with all of that when I aged out of the town Little League when I was 15 years old.
On my 15th birthday my Uncle Johnny gave me a guitar. I have yet to outgrow that one.
Those are the first two kid-level activities that I can think of that were incredibly important to the little guy version of me that, as I grew up, stopped being important.
Hey Google Bard (it’s not Bard anymore, apparently it is Gemini now… okay, whatever) generate an image of a Jedi Knight playing baseball…

Robin is a hipsta-kitty, meaning a kitty whose picture was taken using the Hipstamatic toy camera app.

I took my father to a doctor’s appointment today. All is well, but no new news.