A hot reporter (sorry, not my type though -- not ugly enough) frequently comes around looking for computer assistance. She does the puppy-dog eyes, damsel in distress act, hoping for a prompt response from us computer jerks. I don't quite understand why she feels she has to put on the charm -- it's not like we're going to tell her to pound sand. Actually, she's asked for help with her home computer, which we're not supposed to do. But I swear that before she asked for help she must've stood in front of an air conditioner, if you know what I mean. And she was, you know, putting her arms together for maximum impact.
Hey, gimme a break. Unfortunately, I can't deny that such techniques are effective, but what does it say about someone when they feel they have to bat their eyelashes or bend over more often (consciously or not) in order to get what they want?
Obviously it works for her, but could I get away with such shenanigans? Geeze, who would fall for my allure? I know, next time I happen to need something from a desperate, middle-aged divorcee I'll show a little leg or unbutton my shirt suggestively. I'll toss a couple potatoes in my underwear (in the front, not the back!) too. It works for Canadians! Then I'll take a trip to the nursing home and put all the old grannies under my spell. "Oh, Mildred, did you drop something? Let me pick that up for you..." as I brandish my enchanting butt crack.
That reminds me: what's the deal with young ladies going out with old geezers?! This girl at Wally's was swooning over a pudgy septuagenarian. Mega-eww! I can understand maybe a 10 year age difference if you think that older people are wiser or more mature or whatever, but if you're dating someone old enough to be your grandfather, I think that's a borderline mental disorder. Old geezers aren't off the hook either. I'm sure they're not looking for stimulating conversation from ditsy wannabe models.
So, the moral is: don't try to seduce your way through life.....unless you're hot.
Walking around here barefooted is so exciting. I never know whether I'll step on dog pee, cat pee, dog doo, cat poo, vomit of questionable origin or just random wet spots.
One of these days I'm going to poop on the dog. see how she likes it.
Every once in a while I become so frustrated with the sound of my bass that I want to tear the strings off and smash it. That usually happens when I play by myself and can hear the instrument more clearly than with a band. This time I'm more annoyed after going to Wally's the other night. The two bassists had great tone: good low-end with a hearty growl. It probably helps to pay a couple thousand dollars for your instrument.
Anyway, the pickup in my 6er is pretty much in the worst place -- it's too far from the bridge to give a growly sound and too far from the neck to give enough thump. It sounds very artificial (it should considering it's made out of fake stuff). The music I like playing was and is mostly played with regular Precision and Jazz basses. You've got P-basses on all the Motown tunes and the Meters' songs (well, a telecaster bass or whatever it was -- close enough) and the Jazz basses almost everywhere else. Even Aston "Family Man" Barrett plays a Jazz bass for The Wailers. So, I think it's time for a change.
I'll probably get a sunburst or semi flame-top standard J-bass in the next few days. But I have to sell something. I keep buying junk without getting rid of anything. Maybe I'll sell my liver and splurge for an American made J-bass.
I'm fickle about this bass. After trying a few Jazz basses and almost buying one, I came home and really dug the sound of my 6string. One minute I hate it; the next minute I think it's great.
Whatever...I'm still going to get that Jazz bass. I have to do something with my copious amounts of money (not).
Thundercat, my 700Mhz laptop bit the dust this morning. Well, the harddrive did anyway. It had been making great clanking noises for a few months, but I never shut it off. After running 24x7 serving the webcam and my Zope/Plone stuff, I'm surprised it didn't fail sooner. It might've had more stuff, but I can't remember. And I never backed it up.
The laptop was free, so it's no loss.
I went to Somerville to check out what the Mars Music Store had for bass cabs. The last time I went there was about 4 or 5 years ago. There are signs up for the store on the building and near the strip mall containing it, but when I pulled up, all I saw was a storefront that looked like it had been hit with a missile. There was a fence surrounding the entrance and a large plastic tarp flapping in the breeze where the door should've been. Wha' happened?!
Little did I know, Mars Music filed for bankruptcy and liquidated their assets 2 years ago. Doh! That explains why I stopped getting their advertisements in the mail.
That leaves Guitar Center as pretty much the only game in town (Daddy's Junky Music reeks, and smaller stores have a limited selection). Ah well.