Anybody seen Ole Bobby the Cat since the switch? NB somehow lost my phone in my house, but I’m having trouble believing it hasn’t turned up. I did a favor for her “friend” which wound up being one of the biggest mistakes of my life. It really gut punched me how fucking ungrateful, rude, nasty, and downright despicable people can be…especially when they’ve had a lot of practice.
NB is a level 7 empath with slight supernatural powers and X-ray vision. S this is why I upended my entire existence within a couple weeks of meeting her. Well, unfortunately for her…and me…other people notice too sometimes. I tell her, you dropped your pocket again, and your empath is sticking out. She can’t helpa. It’s intrinsically tied into the soul of her very being. Certain people like to use that for their own nefarious architecture. Certain people can go install some noise cancelling in-ear monitors into their hearing holes and go play dice on the high speed tracks around here affectionately known as The Northeast Corridor. Taste a little Amtrak knuckle sammich at a hundred miles an hour. That outta teach you a little lesson. According to my kids, when they were kids, Amtraks are just little trains, so at worst ya catch a black eye or something. It can’t be that bad right? I’d imagine it’s not any worse than getting smacked on the tooth by ole Granny Winchester.
Can you believe that this bitch acts like karma guides her? She is a couple years my junior, and the list of her accomplishments into creating money is as follows:
- Worked at mothers dance studio for the entirety of its lifespan, which was from 1993-1994.
- Worked as a cafeteria worker at Freewoll Elementary for a month during that little pandemic horseplay.
- End of report
Wow. That’s impressive to have not one job, but TWO?? I remember when I got my second job, thirty years ago…picking huckleberries for that creepy scientist guy who lives at the old Chesterfield Estate. Something still doesn’t sit right with me, ever since the fires…that magically killed old man Chesterfield and his daughter, as well as the entire ladies auxiliary. Sure…it could happen, but 3 fires in one weekend? All happening in the basement, and leaving the entire house intact? And within a week, all three of the ladies auxiliary houses are on the market, amd the husbands are all living at the Chesterfield house now? And within a year they demolished the entire property flat and built a casino with a hotel? Something seems a little fish eye. Or maybe not.
This one time, at space camp, I saw a snooty star come down into the air. And then I woke up. Space camp wasn’t as cool as they said it would be.
I am doing a project guitar build out of my USA made American Professional II. I put these gorgeous Hipshot tuners on her, and Monday I am getting a complete set of super high end Fishman Fluence pickups for Fender Stratocaster, complete with a boost preamp, 2 push push pots which will change the pickups between vintage and modern voicings. The other one will activate the high frequency tilt, amd I have a mini toggle for the boost. It’s gonna be sick. This is a $400+ set, I paid $140 on Reverb.
I am also doing a neck refinishing job on my 2003 Music Man JP6, which is getting a Tru-Oil and Gunstock Wax finish on the birdseye maple neck. If it comes out as awesome as I think, I’m gonna do that to my Strat also.
My Vintage JP6 followed by my Strat with its shiny new tuners.
