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Dumb Salesman at GC

My jobs included the hazards of being sliced by lasers, exposed to microwave, x and gamma radiation, working in the jaws of machines that close with more than 200 tons of force, thrown across the concrete floor by robots that carry 500 lbs across an 8 foot arc in 2 seconds, machines that can slice my arm or head off in a finger snap, roasted by 440 volts ac, 250,000 volts dc, falling 40 feet from a crane into jagged machinery, vomit dust that comes from inside CAT scanner beds when you open them for repair, the stress of being depended on by several thousand people to protect them from a mid range threat of 32 or more missiles approaching at near 3,000 mph,
and working in close quarters for two years with a super hottie that I loved but she didn't love me until near the end.
A little joke like that is a gnat's sneeze to me.
That sounded like a 21st century re-write of “Who Do You Love?”.
 
Never saw it, the work was rewarding. Of the worst scares I ever had was a contract with a major entertainment company and a Beech King Air. I thought they were going to make me like Buddy Holly and Big Bopper with a turboprop airplane that could throw a propeller blade, but after I learned about airplanes found out the King Air turboprop is the best way for short 500 mile or so hops in and out of the geese and ducks. The King Air would fly on through a goose strike, that prop would simply slice it instead of the horrible mess a goose can make of a turbine engine. Darn, too late I find out the King Air was best for me.
 
My jobs included the hazards of being sliced by lasers, exposed to microwave, x and gamma radiation, working in the jaws of machines that close with more than 200 tons of force, thrown across the concrete floor by robots that carry 500 lbs across an 8 foot arc in 2 seconds, machines that can slice my arm or head off in a finger snap, roasted by 440 volts ac, 150,000 volts dc, falling 40 feet from a crane into jagged machinery, vomit dust that comes from inside CAT scanner beds when you open them for repair, the stress of being depended on by several thousand people to protect them from a mid range threat of 32 or more missiles approaching at near 3,000 mph,
and working in close quarters for two years with a super hottie that I loved but she didn't love me until near the end.
A little joke like that is a gnat's sneeze to me.
(oops 150,000 volts dc not 250,000) You should see the arcs it SSSSS makes.
I’m amazed how you think this excuses you. This is akin to believing that because you are rich you are excused for treating people like trash. How does that make sense?
 
I'm not rich now but used to be until I had a lifting injury. So I made a little joke but would refer anyone but an enemy to GC.
Would believe the sudden shock of this being your airplane , well leased not owned ? It's a shock I wasn't ready for.

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No it's about being able to deal with mistakes and shocks. If the poor guy is reading this you all probably have him in tears and I'd have had it shrugged off and on to making that Twin Reverb with an alternator. I'm still not over the shock of that airplane. Still makes me nervous to think of all the trips to take in it. Turns out that thing can take on severe damage and still fly.
I have 500 hours of pilot seat flying in small aircraft but not like that.
 
Never saw it, the work was rewarding. Of the worst scares I ever had was a contract with a major entertainment company and a Beech King Air. I thought they were going to make me like Buddy Holly and Big Bopper with a turboprop airplane that could throw a propeller blade, but after I learned about airplanes found out the King Air turboprop is the best way for short 500 mile or so hops in and out of the geese and ducks. The King Air would fly on through a goose strike, that prop would simply slice it instead of the horrible mess a goose can make of a turbine engine. Darn, too late I find out the King Air was best for me.
You don’t ‘see’ it, you hear it. An iconic, oft-covered song by Bo Diddley, the lyrics are a series of absurd or exaggerated boasts, essentially a forerunner of a lot of current rap...
 
My jobs included the hazards of being sliced by lasers, exposed to microwave, x and gamma radiation, working in the jaws of machines that close with more than 200 tons of force, thrown across the concrete floor by robots that carry 500 lbs across an 8 foot arc in 2 seconds, machines that can slice my arm or head off in a finger snap, roasted by 440 volts ac, 150,000 volts dc, falling 40 feet from a crane into jagged machinery, vomit dust that comes from inside CAT scanner beds when you open them for repair, the stress of being depended on by several thousand people to protect them from a mid range threat of 32 or more missiles approaching at near 3,000 mph,
and working in close quarters for two years with a super hottie that I loved but she didn't love me until near the end.
A little joke like that is a gnat's sneeze to me.
(oops 150,000 volts dc not 250,000) You should see the arcs it SSSSS makes.

You were Spike from the 1980s Transformers cartoon?
 
I thought EVERYONE knew that song, it's Bo Diddly awesome and yes, very appropriate.
You’d be shocked as to how much is not known, there’s no ‘heritage’ handing down of tunes in the rock world like there is in jazz along the lines of standards/great American songbook/‘rhythm changes’, etc. that all of those players have to, if not know, at least
know about. I blame the concept of “Classic Rock Radio”, playing the same 40 or so tunes over and over and over and over again with no variation, no ‘deep cuts’, nothing challenging, and the ghettoization of certain eras. It’s no surprise, as those stations are not about music, but ad time sold. There are younger boomers who only know “WDYL” as a George Thorogood song, and even if they knew different, couldn’t care less about the Quicksilver Messenger Service version(too long anyway, even the older demographic has short attention spans)let alone a ripping rendition that is essentially by Robbie Robertson and The Band(backing up Canadian singer Ronnie Hawkins)...

...not to mention Bo’s original. People are passive, spoon-fed. You see, you have to truly love this music to know about this stuff, not just be a mindless consumer. I wouldn’t be surprised if ‘Bubble’ didn’t even know who Chuck Berry was, or at least know anything beyond “Johnny B. Goode” if he did. He’s probably too young, but that’s no excuse.
 
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My jobs included the hazards of being sliced by lasers, exposed to microwave, x and gamma radiation, working in the jaws of machines that close with more than 200 tons of force, thrown across the concrete floor by robots that carry 500 lbs across an 8 foot arc in 2 seconds, machines that can slice my arm or head off in a finger snap, roasted by 440 volts ac, 150,000 volts dc, falling 40 feet from a crane into jagged machinery, vomit dust that comes from inside CAT scanner beds when you open them for repair, the stress of being depended on by several thousand people to protect them from a mid range threat of 32 or more missiles approaching at near 3,000 mph,
and working in close quarters for two years with a super hottie that I loved but she didn't love me until near the end.
A little joke like that is a gnat's sneeze to me.
(oops 150,000 volts dc not 250,000) You should see the arcs it SSSSS makes.

It sounds like you need a new job....maybe go work at Guitar Center?
 
You’d be shocked as to how much is not known, there’s no ‘heritage’ handing down of tunes in the rock world like there is in jazz along the lines of standards/great American songbook/‘rhythm changes’, etc. that all of those players have to, if not know, at least
know about. I blame the concept of “Classic Rock Radio”, playing the same 40 or so tunes over and over and over and over again with no variation, no ‘deep cuts’, nothing challenging, and the ghettoization of certain eras. It’s no surprise, as those stations are not about music, but ad time sold. There are younger boomers who only know “WDYL” as a George Thorogood song, and even if they knew different, couldn’t care less about the Quicksilver Messenger Service version(too long anyway, even the older demographic has short attention spans)let alone a ripping rendition that is essentially by Robbie Robertson and The Band(backing up Canadian singer Ronnie Hawkins)...

...not to mention Bo’s original. People are passive, spoon-fed. You see, you have to truly love this music to know about this stuff, not just be a mindless consumer. I wouldn’t be surprised if ‘Bubble’ didn’t even know who Chuck Berry was, or at least know anything beyond “Johnny B. Goode” if he did. He’s probably too young, but that’s no excuse.

Totally forgot QMS' cover of that, incredible guitar work if you can find a version without ALL the psychedelic wankery. I love all versions of that awesome song - although Bubble's version would have to be punk rock or maybe death metal. Is industrial death metal blues a thing? Hey, put it on a shuffle or a Diddley beat and I'd give it a listen. ;)
 
Hi,

Is this the place to use this quote?

"Better to keep your mouth shut and be thought a fool, than to speak and remove all doubt."

Yes, this is a fine place to quote that quote.

You'll also find great wisdom in the Proverbs (17:28):

Even fools are thought wise if they keep silent,
and discerning if they hold their tongues.




Thank you for your indulgence,

BassCliff