Thank goodness for third hands.

Spent my morning soldering and drilling. Now the only thing standing between me and a finished Telecaster is string ferrules. I got the wrong size. I ordered the right size (I think; there seem to be only two) from StewMac, but it'll take a few days. Meanwhile, I have plenty of time to finish my soldering, and wonder if I really put enough coats of tung oil on the body. The next bit of soldering fixes the controls to the body, because it's the pickup wiring.

nutterbudgie is forbidden to look at my soldering. There's only so much mockery I can take.

I've had most of the components of this guitar sitting neatly in bins for three years now. Finishing it is part of Project Reclaim My Life. Guitar lessons will follow if I get up the courage.

What's interesting to observe is how the Stratocaster takes the manufacturing awkwardness of the Telecaster and refines it away. The Tele needs to be wired in place; the Strat can be wired up on the pickguard, which gets screwed into place later. (Except for the final connection to the output jack.) Both guitars feature a bolt-on neck that can be made separately and attached later. These guitars are cheap to make. Cheap to build, cheap to own: a musical revolution results.

Have I ever mentioned that I think a boundless appetite for trivia is useful for writers? (NB: Rationalization!)

2000+ words of Blackmail chapter finished. It's the first part of yet another 7-part mini arc. This arc is called "Liegeman", and I think (but am unsure) that the title is "Mind Games". It's nearly all conversation. What is the use of a book without pictures or conversation? This conversation is way too on the nose at the moment, but it does at least introduce a couple of plot threads I think are important. I hope to post tonight. Standing in the way of that plan is a plan to eat a lot of traditional food at the home of nemaihne while playing a lot of Rock Band. With fake guitars.
  • Current Music: Kid : The Pretenders : Pretenders
We love rock band! All five of us jam. And the family that plays together...

Ooh, I canna wait for more fic!
Where did you manage to find a bass guitar controller? I am looking, and cannot find one. *frowny face*
Aha! Mr N is getting his second guitar controller, then. I was thinking Guitar Hero controllers wouldn't work. But duh. Obv there's incentive to keep them compatible.
I just got a blister on my thumb from strumming the Playing real guitar is less painful.
It's not the strumming that gets me--it's the motion. Messes with my vision. Makes the walls look like they're melting.
Flux is your friend and keep your tip clean.
I wouldn't mock, 'cuz no matter how bad it is, I've seen worse!
Tip clean, check! I can pick up the control plate by any of the wires and they stay put. And there aren't any huge blobs of solder. That's good, right?
Heh. Yes! I too have read much at MIMF :) It's really fun. And it's not hard, taken step by step. Though I haven't done the hard parts myself: I bought the neck from Warmoth, for instance. Next I'll try making my own body. Have router, will make sawdust!
Hey, you don't have to come if you're going to be miserable, silly. That's not the purpose of getting together. Just let me know. :)
I fear my Dear Husband may have misled you yesterday. So long as you promise never to run that Clive Owen movie in my presence ever ever again, I'm good. Srsly.
Can we compromise? Like say, one episode for every time I have to hear that Wheezer song I hate?

Sorry about the Thread Hijack. This is what happens when there are too many computers in a single household.
Coupling is adorable! At least the first two seasons, and even the third. Fourth is sadly not worth watching.
Yeah. I kind of pretend season 4 doesn't exist. I blame Jeff's departure for the downturn. But at least the ending of season 3 makes for a fine denouement.
Yeah, they tried to replace Jeff, but there is no replacing Jeff. There can only be one insane Welshman.
Oh totally. I <3 Jeff. And for all his complaining about the show so does Mr. N- but I try not to think too hard about that. ;)
Which Clive Owen movie was that? It wasn't the one that hasn't Alan Rickman, too, was it?
It was Shoot 'Em Up. I thought at first that maybe it had "so bad it's cult" potential, but then it just turned into misery. However, everybody else in the house was happy with it, so I was out of step.