I must give a disclaimer: At the time this is being written, I have to admit that I am a bit, shall we say, altered...so if there is bad spelling or grammar that seems to be less than accurate, I apologize.
In addition, since that is the case, I really, really, REALLY have no idea what I am going to write - or on what topic(s). However, that will NOT stop me from e-vomiting words into cyberspace...it's the narcissist in me, I guess...and the inebriates.
Ok, so, I am bad when it comes to saving money. Period. I find some shiny new 'thing' that I just need to have...and frankly, I have a hard time saying 'no' to me. As you know, I am in sales, and there is a good reason for that. I sell MYSELF on reasons to buy things. Blah.
For the most part, when I spend money needlessly, it is on 2 items - guitar stuff and camera stuff (travel stuff comes in 3rd). Reason being is that these are the tools for my two greatest passions - Music and Photography.
This latest, completely non-essential purchase was a 1997 Brian Moore MC/1 Guitar, as seen below:
For those that care, the specs on this guitar are:
- AMAZE-BALLS quilted maple top and peghead overlay
- Green (duh)
- Pickups (all Seymour Duncan): Alnico II (neck), APS-2 (middle), JB (bridge)
- 5 way selector, plus push-pull pot
- Floyd Rose bridge
- Composite, neck thru construction with rosewood fingerboard.
- 24 fret
- Sperzel locking tuners
- all gold hardware
- Original case
- Original PAPERWORK including warranty registration card (though it is filled out)
- Original silk drape in case.
- SIGNED and NUMBERED by Brian Moore on rear of headstock. #720!
Ok, I'm so not that altruistic when it comes to guitars. I see one, I like it, and if the price is right I will buy it. That happened here, though this is way more out of my comfort zone as far as price.
But, I got a good deal. I can sell it more than what I bought it for, so I am in positive numbers on that end. The thing of it is, I need to get rid of some stuff to pay for this, and most of what I own really sucks and has no worth to anyone else but me. Or I like it. Or I just don't want to sell it. Or all three.
Sigh. Thus the internal war of smart versus idiocy starts.
So what do I sell to get even on this guitar, exactly? Do I sell my Dean ML (Dimebag's shape) 35th anniversary #19 of 150? Not that Dean's are worth that much, but still...
Do I sell my Zakk Wylde Les Paul? The one I got for such a steal and love playing?
What about my Jackson Randy Rhoads V? In near mint condition and actually WITH a Jackson hard shell case?
My custom build that looks like a cross between a BC Rich Warlock and an Egyptian's nightmare?
I'm sure as sh*t not selling my camera equipment. No way. Just got it together again and I'm NOT selling this time!
So...decisions have to be made, but being the salesman that I am, I usually sell myself on keeping everything. AAGH!
I also need to start cleaning stuff out and selling stuff I don't use. Someone said to me the other day, "Man, you have a lot of...STUFF." I was annoyed hearing this at first. I know I have stuff, but at least you can see the floor!
Then I started thinking about it. I DO have a lot of stuff. I just haven't had the time to clear a lot of it out. NOW is that time. If I can get 20 auctions up in 20 days and sell the Mustang rims and tires that are in my bedroom (!), then I shall have great success!
Hopefully I can update everyone in the next blog...
NEXT!
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Ray Rice is an asshole. Roger Goodell is as much an asshole for his stupid, ill-conceived violations and punishments. 4 games for weed? Or a YEAR even? Wes Welker should never have been punished harsher than Ray Rice. He needs to be punished, yes, but not even in the ballpark of what Ray Rice SHOULD have gotten.
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A big 'middle finger' to the organizers of RiotFest in Chicago. I paid WAY too much for your VIP one day ticket. What I got for my money was a poorly laid out and executed festival that single-handedly ruined Humboldt Park. The whole place has to be re-sodded. I never found a VIP tent. That's because they never handed out maps! BAH!!!
It also poured. A lot. Yes, I know that wasn't their fault...but that was just on top of all the other issues I had with the festival.
Whatever.
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Faith No More is making a new album, and I think that is severely AWESOME!! Still one of my favorite bands.
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I'm still single and it's beginning to suck. Most of the women I meet that I am interested in (and that seem to be interested in me) are married/taken. Blah. It seems the window of opportunity for dating divorced women seems to be between the ages of 37 and 40 (give or take a year). I would venture a guess that 70% of my female friends that got separated/divorced from their first marriage did it between those ages. Then by the time they hit 40, they have found someone else to move on with...most likely married or otherwise engaged (no pun intended).
So I missed the the cutoff I guess with women in my immediate age group. I now have to go outside of my immediate age range and try to find someone that is willing to be seen in public or at least daylight with me that is either 45+ or under 35. And It's not that I care about age, it's just that I don't need LESS of a chance of a Saturday night date.
Like I have said before, I want to get married so I have a legal reason not to date. It would be so easy. Very black and white. Done.
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Ok, I am done for now. More to come... this blog was very dis-interesting. Next time I'll do better.
L8R...
- M