One word: Crybaby...

It's late, I have a course plan to come up with early tomorrow, and yet I'm compelled to tell you the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me. I had dropped Animala off at an orientation for the pet shelter she will be volunteering at while she looks for real gainful employment. It was on the other side of the moon, so it behooved (beheeved? behefted?) me to stay in the area. Well, there were a lot of pawn shops. I was sorely tempted to buy a $99 banjo. (This is Georgia, after all, and I want to fit in.) Not knowing how to tune one of those, I held back long enough to find a shop that had a decent number of sound effects for an electric guitar. And there, staring up at me was a Crybaby pedal. Think the opening to "Shaft." The best $25 I ever spent, and I got no grading done this weekend as I tried to figure out how to get it to sound not awful. I'm almost there, but certainly I need some more practice. It does let you do some pretty nifty soloing if you play along with a Jimi Hendrix song and do some blues progressions. I'm hearing the Crybaby in almost everything that I'm listening to now. Heehee.

Daaaaamn right.

Got to go. The sky just opened up and it's time to knock off. I'm teaching logical fallacies tomorrow. Yay!

HJ