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The finish on my core CU24 was cracking. I’d had it a little more than a year. @JasonE suggested I contact PRS customer support. They asked for pictures and told me they would take care of it. Sent me a prepaid FedEx label. The guitar is now at the mother ship in Maryland being refinished. I’ve been playing for 43 years and owned, literally, hundreds of guitars. No other guitar company has ever given me this level of customer service. If I wasn’t already a fan for life, I would be after this.
 
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The finish on my core CU24 was cracking. I’d had it a little more than a year. @JasonE suggested I contact PRS customer support. They asked for pictures and told me they would take care of it. Sent me a prepaid FedEx label. The guitar is now at the mother ship in Maryland being refinished. I’ve been playing for 43 years and owned, literally, hundreds of guitars. No other guitar company has ever give me this level of customer service. If I wasn’t already a fan for life, I would be after this.
What year is it?
 
What about buff naked men? Lol Their gluts are so tight you could bounce a quarter off of them.

The only naked dudes I photographed were when my fellow servicemen wanted photos of themselves to send home to their wives when we were all far away from home and there was no such thing as an Internet, computers or cell phones. I used a Kodak instant camera and charged $2.00 per photo. That was a long time ago.
 
They'd be less letdown buying a different brand because there is way less hype about their perfection compared to PRS.
Is That Because The "Mojo" Would Overrule "Perceived Perfection" And "History" Would Solidify That Choice? ;)
 
I actually understand how someone could be put off from PRS due to some things he mentioned. After all, PRS should be the best but Paul can't stick to any certain formula it seems... hence some of the finish issues.

It's mythology!

I've been buying PRS' since 1991. There was occasional clouding caused by separation from the wood in the poly finishes way before 2000, especially along the fretboards, where the paint would occasionally flake. Happened to me several times, and PRS took care of it as they always do.

In my experience, there are far fewer issues with the nitro. I've had zero issues, and I've had at least ten with nitro finishes over the last 11 years, including PS models (currently five, of which three are 8, 9, 10 and 11 years old and one is from last year).

I'm a PRS fan from yesteryear and not big on much after 2000 or so.

Choices R Us. There were plenty of nice guitars before 2000, and there are plenty more of them now. Everyone's entitled to their preferences. But the idea that the early finishes were more robust just isn't true.

Guitar players tend to romanticize old guitars, and I can see a reason for that: the wood often gets better as it ages, and the resins and other goop in the wood harden.
 
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The only naked dudes I photographed were when my fellow servicemen wanted photos of themselves to send home to their wives when we were all far away from home and there was no such thing as an Internet, computers or cell phones. I used a Kodak instant camera and charged $2.00 per photo. That was a long time ago.
Did you "volunteer" for this position? Asking for a friend.
 
The only naked dudes I photographed were when my fellow servicemen wanted photos of themselves to send home to their wives when we were all far away from home and there was no such thing as an Internet, computers or cell phones. I used a Kodak instant camera and charged $2.00 per photo. That was a long time ago.

Did you call them bell pictures because of the dong?
 
You must be new to the internet...
Brand new, never been here before!

Last night I watched a developer's video on an important update to one of their plugins on YouTube. On the right side of the page, there were links to bunches of videos. I noticed there was a "first listen" by a 25 year old Goth girl who'd never heard the perfect harmonies The Bee Gees did back in the day, live.

As it happens, I wanted to hear the song. It was Bee Gees live on stage with an orchestra behind them, and full pop music band as well.

So I watched it, and of course, the girl was astounded and wondered how anything could be so perfectly performed without computer processing.

In fact, it was an incredible performance, showing how talented and perfectly rehearsed these guys were, and I kind of ignored the girl's comments and listened to the music.

I was greatly amused by the young woman's visual response, though, and told my daughter, who was visiting, about this discovery -- the surprise for me being that some young people simply aren't all that familiar with real deal music.

My daughter said, "Where have you been? There are millions of these videos, this is what the internet is all about now."

I replied, "Seriously, more than one person does this kind of thing?"

"They're called reaction videos. They're on YouTube, Tiktok, Instagram, and several other platforms. They're a thing."

I wondered aloud why anyone would want to watch someone else listen to music. But then, I also wonder why anyone would want to watch someone else having sex, when it's clearly more fun to have sex yourself (I did not say that last thing to my daughter).

I was aware that there are 'unboxing videos' where the idea is watching someone else open a package; I've watched some guitars being demo'd after an unboxing thing. But if I wasn't looking for a guitar at the time, I'd never bother watching them.

I obviously do not belong on any internet thing more recent than the old AOL chat rooms of the '90s.

At some point, one outlives one's usefulness, and the time to realize that is when I'm thinking, "Back in the day...", which is something I think/say more frequently than I would normally care to admit.
 
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Last night I watched a developer's video on an important update to one of their plugins on YouTube. On the right side of the page, there were links to bunches of videos. I noticed there was a "first listen" by a 25 year old Goth girl who'd never heard the perfect harmonies The Bee Gees did back in the day, live.

As it happens, I wanted to hear the song. It was Bee Gees live on stage with an orchestra behind them, and full pop music band as well.

So I watched it, and of course, the girl was astounded and wondered how anything could be so perfectly performed without computer processing.

It's a shame that people can't appreciate what real talent and hard work can do, but it's hardly new. When I saw David Bowie for the one and only time in 1990, with Adrian Belew in the band, the reviewer said the musicians and vocals sounded so good that it must have been taped because people just don't do that. Uh, yeah, they do - if they're good enough.

"They're called reaction videos. They're on YouTube, Tiktok, Instagram, and several other platforms. They're a thing."

Huge thing. I don't normally watch them because I have a a hard time believing that somebody (at least somebody in an industrialized nation) can get to 25 years old or so w/o hearing "Bohemian Rhapsody" or "Stairway To Heaven" or "Freebird". Yes, we all heard those songs for the first time once, but some of the reaction videos are for songs that are just ubiquitous.

The ones I do like watching are when they show kids old technology like dial phones or cassette players. There was one with a cassette player, and they said to the kid, "What if I told you you could listen to music with this?" The kid said, "How? How would you even connect it to the internet?"
 
Huge thing. I don't normally watch them because I have a a hard time believing that somebody (at least somebody in an industrialized nation) can get to 25 years old or so w/o hearing "Bohemian Rhapsody" or "Stairway To Heaven" or "Freebird". Yes, we all heard those songs for the first time once, but some of the reaction videos are for songs that are just ubiquitous.
True story:

Last year my wife was working with a young woman who was in her mid-twenties.

She told the girl she had a new grandson named Jude. The girl looked puzzled.

My wife said, "You know, like the Beatles song, "Hey Jude."

The girl said, "I've never heard of that band." And she was dead serious.
 
The only naked dudes I photographed were when my fellow servicemen wanted photos of themselves to send home to their wives when we were all far away from home and there was no such thing as an Internet, computers or cell phones. I used a Kodak instant camera and charged $2.00 per photo. That was a long time ago.
Some of my colleagues in Afghanistan learned that I'm a yoga teacher and offered me a month's mission insentive (145 EUR per day, 4,350 EUR in total), if I do a yoga posture naked in the atrium - the main spot for off-duty activity.
I was very familiar with the penalties for disbehaviour, and they were way beyond the mission insentive to impact the ordinary salary, too. Sometimes they took all the money and re-deployed immediately home.

Therefore I didn't give the most provocing dude high five for bet accepted.

But I was a classical I-bet-you-don't-dare-game.

The next FRI (for all but Force Protection and Tactical Operation Centre generally a morning off duty) I went at 0745 am to a spot, which allowed to see some peak line of the mountains behind our camp, I had a look around (early bird joggers, Armenian tower guards taking their break for a cig and so on): No adverse activities.

I set my selfphone on 10 sec countdown, set the camera properly, dropped my pants and shirts, made a naked headstand. Shot accomplished. I dressed and left the spot. Suddently the Force Protection trainer approached the scene (it was his training area). We were familiar, members of the same battalion, he was NCO in CHARLIE company, I was commanding officer of BRAVO company. His precessor was from my company and I was part of the contingent which was about to leave, Hand over-Take over/Relief in Place was already accomplished (and my NCO and another had set up a rest area in the back of the classroom container, were we used to hang around in the sun between the meals in the dining facility or the End-of-Tour-Parties of all the different entities.
"Sir, I kindly ask you not to sun bath today, because, I conduct a full company size force protection training and their battalion commander will be present for observation."

"Roger that. I was only checking something on the training range prior your training, I was aware of due to the public schedule. I wish you a successful rotation."

Puh!

I sent my NCO my headstand picture (I was so kind hiding the wiener behind picels) to share it with the dude, who provoced me.

On lunch time he replied with neverending LOLs. The guy had dropped his jar into his plate.
"But he's an OF-3, he's commanding officer of a company, I didn't expect him to do this..."

Later we met in person. I said: "Easy job! The only thing in the retrospective was, that I best of luck leaving dressed the scene prior the unforseen training."

(Maybe the picture is in this forum.)
 
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Some of my colleagues in Afghanistan learned that I'm a yoga teacher and offered me a month's mission insentive (145 EUR per day, 4,350 EUR in total), if I do a yoga posture naked in the atrium - the main spot for off-duty activity.
There's a guy here who asks me all the time to pose for pictures for him. I won't mention his name. (cough) rhymes with "you bin" (cough)
 
True story:

Last year my wife was working with a young woman who was in her mid-twenties.

She told the girl she had a new grandson named Jude. The girl looked puzzled.

My wife said, "You know, like the Beatles song, "Hey Jude."

The girl said, "I've never heard of that band." And she was dead serious.
That is my grandson's name as well, as those of you who follow me on Instagram probably already know. Perhaps named after the "other" Jude...
 
True story:

Last year my wife was working with a young woman who was in her mid-twenties.

She told the girl she had a new grandson named Jude. The girl looked puzzled.

My wife said, "You know, like the Beatles song, "Hey Jude."

The girl said, "I've never heard of that band." And she was dead serious.

I worked with a young woman about 10 years ago, and one day I mentioned Paul McCartney and she said, "I don't know who that is." And meant it.

She got mad at me one time. We were talking about how they were cutting budgets at the bank (and as bad as it was, it wasn't as bad as when my wife first worked there), and I started to tell that story and said, "Obviously, I don't know how long you've been here, but..." And her hackles instantly went up, her tone completely changed, visibly upset and said, very icily, "I'll have you know I'm third generation." I said, "At the bank?" The way her expression changed was priceless.
 
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