I’ve included the list of stolen stuff below, in case someone out there knows anything about this:

List of Gear Stolen: September 27, 2006
Any information please contact Chris Vos:
Phone:414-217-1100
Email: chris [at] freshwatercollins [dot] com

• 1-Black Tokai Hummingbird Electric Guitar, with Bigsby Tremelo System, Black and White striped Humbucking Pickups. Very unique, only guitar that will look like in existence, I had the Bigsby put on it and the zebra striped humbuckers.
• 1-Light Blue American Made, Fender Stratocaster with matching blue headstock… Very unique, with the blue headstock that matches the body color.
• 1-Light Blue Fender Lapsteel Slide Guitar from the 60′s. White Tuning Pegs, Serial number is “PAT Pending” Also, Very unique. White Tuners and Pat Pending are a dead giveaway.
• The Following Pedals were all on two homemade pedal boards. They may either appear together or separate.
• 1-Moog Murf MF105 and Expression Pedal with Tap Tempo Pedal attachment
• 1-Moog 12 Stage Phaser MF 103, and Expression Pedal
• 1-Electro Harmonix Deluxe Memory Man
• 1-Electro Harmonix Octave Multiplexer
• 1-Electro Harmonix Small Stone Phaser
• 2- Green RPG Overdrives, same color green as an old Tube Screamer
• 1- Boss DS 1 Distortion, Orange
• 1- Boss Chromatic Tuner Pedal, White
• 2- Morley A/B passive foot changer pedals

People are so caught up in their fricking gadgets that they have no sense of courtesy. Or maybe people are just stupid assholes.

On a similar note, Wired News has a great article on the drawbacks of cell phone use.

2) people who drive slowly in the passing lane (left lane) on the freeway

3) people for whom I do work for and never pay me

4) me, for trusting people and having faith in humanity (see #3)

5) February in Wisconsin

6) Educated adults who can’t spell

There is one guy in my class who noodles on his guitar while the professor is talking. It has become a real pain in my rump. Unfortunately, the professor is really laid back and the class can’t depend on him to say anything. I’m afraid I’m going to snap on the annoying noodler. It is so irritating having to hear him bend notes and pretend he is a wailing blues guitarist. For crying out loud, did he take the class to learn, or did he take the class to practice his scales? If I ever needed to hire a guitarist for a gig, it would certainly not be him.

This is turning out to be a type of rant. I can feel it now. I’m generally annoyed by guitarists. Why are they always wanting to draw attention to themselves? Why is it always, “look at me, here I am, me, me, me?” My conclusion, which is based on personal experience (and the fact that I, too, am a guitarist), is that guitarists feel deficient (most guitarists can’t read music and don’t know theory) and are consequently overcompensating. Compare the average guitarist to that annoying little companion dog that is always barking, while the Great Dane just chills.

I need to be careful with this guy. I don’t mind saying something to him, but I’m a little nervous about how he will react, and I’m likely going to have to deal with him, especially if I choose to take more music courses at MATC. I figure I can either approach him one of two ways:

1. I can pull him aside and tell him it’s distracting, and that I’d appreciate it if he would stop. How could he say no?
2. I can say something during class, when he’s noodling while the teacher is talking. This option is more likely to humiliate him. I will choose this option if I’m feeling especially cruel and want him to hate me.

Whatever.

Update:

I just got back from class, and for some reason, the aforementioned troublemaker was much quieter today. Unfortunately, the guy sitting right behind me seems to have picked up the slack. Guitar scales, noodling, and general sonic spaghetti were emitting from his fingertips as my teacher was explaining stuff to us. Thankfully, I took my quiz and got out of there quickly before I went ballistic.

Gotta love those damned guitarists.

I’m pretty bummed.

Why, the reader may ask, would one invite an encounter with such an individual? The answer is that I really didn’t want to, and she was the last person on my mind as I visited my parents’ neighbor’s rummage sale. Anne, the unsuspecting neighbor, introduced me to her friends as the son of the people next door, and Joan Jacobson happened to be sitting there. I recognized her immediately. She asked me what my name was, and I told her, and she actually remembered me as the foreign student. Out of respect for the neighbors, I refrained from telling her that I remembered her as a bigoted bitch, and that I had had the worst year of my life in her stupid class. I wanted to tell her that her concepts of IALAC (I Am Loved And Cared for) and IAHAD (I Am Hated And Dumb) were the most inane ideas that I had ever endured, and that she should rot in a hell designed specifically for fascist teachers for all of eternity. Fortunately, my friend Ragani stopped by and I had an opportunity to excuse myself before I let my tongue get slippery.

I guess I resent her. I’m trying to figure out how to either let go of this or contact her and simply tell her how awful a person she was. I thought she would be dead by now. Honestly, death would be too kind a fate for this ignoble excuse for a teacher.

So, I finally got the call from my dear friend Beth, and she pointed out that I had actually never given her a clear indication that we were supposed to get together after 6 pm. Furthermore, she pointed out that she has never, to date, snubbed me. Yet. (The Barbie/Fuel Cafe incident doesn’t really count, because she did [finally] show up.) I guess I was so needy that I was sure we had made plans. LOL.

Things that suck:

My new pet peev is about those people who simply refuse to let others live their lives and make their own choices. Especially those that would potentially chase people away from their friend, or prevent their friend from jumping into that beautiful ocean, where one can either drown or experience magical kingdoms of coral.

Also, life is too short to be bitchy. Especially to nice people like me.

‘Nuff said. I remain true to myself. Let people make their judgements.

Tip: no matter how busy you are, it takes but less than one bloody minute to pick up the phone, dial a number, and leave the following message: “Hey Roman, I got your call. I just wanted to let you know that I do want to talk, but I’m really busy.”

Or something like that.

Less than one minute.