Interesting

The new Jaguar: Interesting concept car design but ... high angled gradients, speed bumps and pot holes? Perhaps there are sensors that adjust the height. Not that I could ever afford one anyway. Not really my thing.

Anyway here's three cats asleep in there own personal cardboard boxes (their choice) and a dog wide awake and alert after a rather chilly night time walk.

Why?

Genuinely not sure why any sane person would click on that "sign up here" button and actually sign up for such a feast of stale propaganda and biased political pish. I'd rather stick pins in my eyes. Then again I often see (older) people buying the Sun or the Daily Mail in supermarkets and just can't help but think WTF. Do so many of our fellow humans just not get it yet? Grumble, grumble. 😉

Redemption and Rehabilitation

As the nights have drawn in I've been amusing myself by taking some guitars that are in my keep on a journey of redemption and rehabilitation. These were mostly unsaleable stock from my on-line shop of a few years back. In the aftermath of gradual failure I kind of gave up on them and allowed the weeds and moss to gather and grow. 

Times change and so far I've redeemed two that were fairly useless planks due to faulty electrics, poor set up, action and notation problems, dodgy bridges and wonky machine heads etc. I know I should have done this sooner and I can be a serial procrastinator if left to my own devices, but I'm now working through my self generated backlog and actually getting somewhere. 

So this is "Bodge" a black cat pyro'd Partscaster that I've been building and adjusting for about twelve of your Earth's years. Over time everything has gone wrong with this (hence the numerous bodged solutions naming), partly due to my incompetence, poor choices and apathy which also resulted in me ignoring it for quite a while. Somehow I awoke and I've finally got it playable; not great but not a guitar that you really have to fight with to enjoy (anyone who's played crappy guitars for a bit knows what I mean by that). 

Another reason for this limited whiff of energy and success may the occasional and obviously seasonal visits of a small magical friend. We all need a little magic now and again.

1

1  AI and the gift of alternative history. Grains of truth, buckets of fabrication. On display but hidden in clear view. I suppose it's a bit like the history you were taught at school. Somehow not quite correct, a different version of real events, in a nutshell false but passable. We've all absorbed so much alternative history by now that we can't really discern what's fact from fiction. It's such fun. It's for the best too according to evidence. None of this matters because a) it's the way it's always been and b) what difference would knowing or even embracing the truth make anyway? 

Thinking is hard work and best avoided if you want a quiet, comfortable and settled life, just accept their narrative and you'll be fine. Let it wash over you,like some warm drug overdose. Maybe a wee drop of fear, just to keep you focused. You get the scant pension support, what passes for health and social care and the faint and fragile belief that you're living in an upright and just country. It's all well governed and democratic, it's never done anything evil or outrageous and we're on the right side of history. Our wars were just wars, each and every one and nobody ever died in vain. God is on our side along with our precious Royal Family and structured Monarchy. 

That's the rambling Monday morning message, just stay with it and you'll be fine. 1