My poor roomate upon seeing my disheveled unclothed pale visage in the dark kitchen last night.
"Whose there?"
"It's gains o clock chud"
>wolfing down beef noodle slop and kefir
Kafkesque nightmare where my manufacturing plant turned into an hr healthcare company nanny state. Not much was different just a bigger building with 10x the immigrants and every wigger on a laptop slopped out on chat gpt.
I think this happens when you learn music from an instrument not a teacher. I never learned how to read sheet music and played by ear. The raspyness of the first 3 frets from a bent neck and lowered action for Howard's arthritic fingers were part of the sound I was used to.
My guitar was taken to a luthier for my birthday once, I was really excited about it too but got it back and it just wasn't my instrument anymore. I still have it and keep it and it plays great. Got it from a vietnam vet who got it from his buddy when he died in the war.
As much as I hate the space shuttle in design we were doing some crazy shit when we had it. Galileo for example. Explore Jupiter and its moons and drop a probe into the atmosphere just for fun. Missions now are so limited in scope probably bc of delta v requirements.