Second Shift and Soviet Steel Strings

Hey Everybody! I started second shift last night at the Ion Farm. For the moment, I love it. There's something about second shift, where you get to feel the business concern fade as the night goes on. There's a lot of noise that occurs during the day. I read somewhere that as many as 20% of the people that you encounter in a day may be mentally ill. It makes sense that the mentally ill would be trying to fit into society with a 9-5 "normal" time slot. Anyway, there's other things that draw me to the second shift. My first job as a strapping young lad was working on the Banquet staff at a hotel at the Cleveland Hopkins Airport. I worked after high school, 4PM - Midnight. Hell, I even got to set up for my own Prom. Yay! At least I didn't have to work it. My first and favorite associations with second shift is the sunset smoke break where a few people go outside to smoke right at twilight. You don't have to smoke, but a lot of people do. There's nothing more effective to make management cave than an addiction. (Point of note: Try going through all the stages of heroin withdrawal the next time you negotiate a raise. Very Effective!) There's something magical about twilight and dawn: There never seems to be more potential, it's never fresher, photographs never look better, it's a well defined and brief period that happens twice every day in case you miss it the first time and it's my favorite. Second shifters around the world appreciate it. Well maybe not in sweatshops, or Chinese work prisons, but at least most appreciate it, you know the ones with fresh drinking water and sanitary facilities. Ah hell, at least if you've got time to cruise the internet, you have time to appreciate these moments, too. Go out and have yourself a moment today! You've got 2 chances! Let me know how it turns out for you.

I found a great site about cheesy guitars. I'm in the mood for a new guitar and am torn between very high end and extreme crap. Now there's a lot of people that would argue that there is no argument here, but I don't want to hear anything about the high end luxury stuff. I think that old crap has some character and sonic qualities that will never be subject to uniform quality assurance methods that guarantee that the guitarist from Bonk 284 can have the exact same tone as Slipbone 47. G-Darn Music Effing Industry! Anyway I have this site that opened my eyes to The torture devices that the Soviets made for Russian Guitarists! In Soviet Russia, Guitar plays you!