Do you like helping children who have no home of their own? Sure you do. Would you like to help crush the dream of America’s greatest writer since, um, I don’t know, either Herman Melville or Toni Morrison? That would be awesome!
Long-time readers of this blog know of my quest to build, and buy, and cajole people into making, and get women to wear items in the “Ocean Fade”. Well, this week John Mann’s Guitar Vault is raffling off a very special blue-fade PRS guitar. The proceeds to go help the Webster House, a home for children who have lost their parents.
The guitar’s priced at $11,900 or so, which based on my previous experience with PRS Private Stock is right on the money for something with this feature set. But John Mann is paying for it himself and donating the entire proceeds of the raffle, which could exceed $10,000, to the Webster House.
It goes without saying that I’m in. And I have a better-than-statistically-predicted record of winning raffles. But if you’d like to decrease the chances of my acquiring a fifth Ocean Fade guitar while simultaneously improving the lives of kids who could really use a second chance at life, I’d encourage you to buy a raffle ticket today. Here’s the link, damn you!
Is there anyway to merely ruin your chances without helping the children? If so, I’m in.
That Webster House sounds like a righteous cause! I gave them twenty bucks because that’s all I can swing. Besides, I don’t need a guitar that looks like it was owned by Pearl’s mom.
You’ve got a few coldhearted followers, Jack, though I suppose it is a cold world.
The guy who tagged your dislike for the Texas bar as being the result of a hard shutdown was like an icestorm in July. But it helps to remember that as the Japanese say, the nail that sticks out gets hammered down, and you don’t have any difficulty staying at or near the front of the pack, where animosity congregates like lint in a clothes dryer.
But I hope you can let it roll off your back like water off a duck’s back.
I will also add a bit of kudos here, couched in the form my 21 year old son says is popular among the younger guys when they want to show that they have love in their hearts for a friend, without there being any chance of misinterpretation…”I love you, brother (no homo)”.
No doubt that will give pch apoplexy, but that is not my problem. And I like the way my son and his friends handle it…willing to express a deep appreciation and care for each other, without sacrificing any man points.
Don’t let the haters get you down in your lonely late night hours…you are not the only person who isn’t afraid to try to win, or at least be in the contest, and those of us who strive to do so have a love and respect for you.
Especially because you are a good representative of a concept often trounced on in the modern world…an intelligent, thinking man’s “macho piece of shit”, as the hot girls of Brooklyn used to call guys who were unabashedly not henpecked in any way, shape or form.
The times change, the phrases change, but haters still got to hate, and contenders still have to contend.
No “I could have been a contender” will do; we are contenders in our hearts and souls. Someone will always be their to paint a mustache on the Mona Lisa, for example, but that doesn’t make them a critic.
So remember that for everyone that will slam you hard, whether in half-jest or true animosity, there is another somewhere who is a kindred spirit. And once in a while one of us will break out of our macho persona to express our true feelings for a brother, such as my comment above.
Good luck with the guitar. And don’t sweat the loss of some variety…kept up too long you destroy the bottom end of your engine. Better to converge on your best choices, using what you have learned from earlier research. Chances are you will settle down again, soon enough, and probably when you least expect it.
Though I also understand your lamenting the decreased opportunities to research the effect of Ocean Fade against female skin on the male ego. Still, happy hunting when it is hunting season for you.
And good luck on the guitar. I guess I ought to set up a Paypal account sometime, so I can make this sort of thing happen more easily. But if I do, it won’t be because I want to knock you out of the box.
And if I did end up winning it, I’d probably try to swap it with you for a piece of two- or four-wheeled machinery.
(We can skip the three-wheeled thing…never was a fan of trike Harleys and CanAms,)
So, to use another phrase from another space and time, just shine it on with the haters, and remember that the best revenge is living well, something you seem to need no lessons on.
And anyway, my money would have been on your successful takedown of at least one Patron promo girls (OK, women, for the PC who are following you, which might be between one half and one and half people).
The fact that we haven’t heard a rebuttal is as likely to have been due to either gentlemanly silence the morning after, or the result of other tangling alliances inhibiting your ability to divulge what would need to remain classified - need to know only.
And even if you didn’t, my money would still be on you. And against the hater on TTAC who speculated that the whole article arose out of wounded feelings/ego. Possible, but I doubt it…
But Debbie Downers of all genders get on my nerves, at least enough to like to take them to task whenever they pop up like a Whack-A-Mole.
An while I like your taste in shades of green a bit more than your taste in shades of blue, still it is a fascinating choice, one I may very well try out as a gift set for my special lady. She tends more to a power style tall blonde with a brain, sort of a Legally Blonde with longer legs and no sorority sisters, but with a streak of bunny (not Playboy) deep down inside, so pink is always safe, but my guess is that another striking color scheme, such as Ocean Fade is, might go over big also.
I probably best not report the results, but thanks in advance for a great new idea for me to try out for my great number one for eternity lady. Yep, finally won the love lottery, just when I had thought that I must have already gotten my three great women, per Chaz Parmintieri’s character Sonny’s theory which he expounds to T.
All this guitar stuff is about a half a universe away from me, except for listening, but I can appreciate what a great piece of guitar porn that axe must be.
You could wander across the land, gunning them down with your brilliant playing, at least in your mind, with a tool like that to work with.
But wouldn’t the color clash with the color of the Lambo and your Kraken bat? Not that that would be a big problem. And I hoep that that is the biggest problem you have to deal with.
All the best, and keep on being yourself in the face of wannabe envy.
Like I said “I love you, (no homo)”. You are one of the better points in my universe, and bring me both intellectual stimulation and fun almost every day, at least for five minutes. Not bad for a guy three or four states away.
But anyway, F*** them all, if they can’t take a joke, brother.
And put a video of you wailing on that ax, if you win it.
Adios for now.
I guess Paul was just yanking your chain.
Fact remains, anyone who tries to be outstanding at anything seems to draw hate from some corners. But I’m glad he was “just funning ya”.
But crossing threads here, even if the Kraken costs a good bit more, if you are a person who takes his softball seriously, and can afford to splurge that kind of money on a toy for your birthday, why not? Unless you honestly enjoy the maple more.
But I have a feeling that for you, the Kraken wouldn’t be about trying to be a douche with a bat that cost several hundred bucks, but would be more about getting maximum performance out of the ttool.
Sort of like a poor boy’s version of “I can get the performance out of a Huracán so if I can afford it, why should I drive a FiST instead.”
They may both do the job, but the one apparently is designed to do the job a hell of a lot better, even if it is more expensive and more finicky.
(I never knew til you explained it, that softball batting practice doesn’t use the same ball as a game ball, BTW. So it would be sort of like not using the Lambo for an off road vehicle. Fascinating technology…does it really deliver more power and distance, or is it just an untested conjecture?)
I think it’s pretty well-proven, both by machine and man, that composite bats deliver better results. But you can’t hit with them too much.
There’s a Worth “Tennessee Thumper” in my basement. It was the first aluminum softball bat in mass production; it belonged to my father, who hit with it for years. I don’t think it’s “worn” in any significant manner. But it’s thick aluminum, 34 ounces, no flex or trampoline in it at all. It’s essentially a wooden bat: incompressible material and evenly distributed weight by diameter.
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