Where do you get cheap tools for working on guitars?

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Who you callin' "clueless?" On second thought, please don't answer that. We'll make that one of them, what you call "reetorical questions."

DTR,

Not clueless. Just trying to prevent you from bogarting that potato chip bowl. Remember, we're supposed to love our neighbor, not take issue with him. Yuh?
 
DTR,

Not clueless. Just trying to prevent you from bogarting that potato chip bowl. Remember, we're supposed to love our neighbor, not take issue with him. Yuh?

So I say I’m clueless, and you want me chipless? There’s just no winning with you! :p:p Although, I think what you really meant is, “Cheetos Bowl.” And then it would be understandable, because as hard as I try not to be a bogart, come on, they’re CHEETOS! Once your fingers are orange, you’re committed! Bogarting goes out the window, replaced by your basic primitive need for Cheetos.
 
So I say I’m clueless, and you want me chipless? There’s just no winning with you! :p:p Although, I think what you really meant is, “Cheetos Bowl.” And then it would be understandable, because as hard as I try not to be a bogart, come on, they’re CHEETOS! Once your fingers are orange, you’re committed! Bogarting goes out the window, replaced by your basic primitive need for Cheetos.

Trust me, I have a basic understanding of the Cheetos concept, but from college days remembered that I could jingle my dorm keys only occasionally before the college women would high tail it far away. I also believed firmly that the Twilight Zone was meant for scaring impressionable young minds into unquestioning obedience to authority. Not the pseudo-Greek philosophy of unselfishly passing the Cheeto bowl. While I could philosophize with even the most intelligent minds who ever engaged in recreational Cheetos, I never could justify poking myself in the eye with a Dunkin Donuts iced coffee straw and not be taken back to college days of yore and turkey drumsticks. Yes, we've all been there, some more recently in our own minds than others.
 
Trust me, I have a basic understanding of the Cheetos concept, but from college days remembered that I could jingle my dorm keys only occasionally before the college women would high tail it far away. I also believed firmly that the Twilight Zone was meant for scaring impressionable young minds into unquestioning obedience to authority. Not the pseudo-Greek philosophy of unselfishly passing the Cheeto bowl. While I could philosophize with even the most intelligent minds who ever engaged in recreational Cheetos, I never could justify poking myself in the eye with a Dunkin Donuts iced coffee straw and not be taken back to college days of yore and turkey drumsticks. Yes, we've all been there, some more recently in our own minds than others.
TBH, I’m watching football, so maybe I’m blinded by sportsbrain, but I’M SO CONFUSED!
That said, I do want both Cheetos and Dunkin Donuts, so I think we’re connecting on some level, however primitive that level may be.
 
So I say I’m clueless, and you want me chipless? There’s just no winning with you! :p:p Although, I think what you really meant is, “Cheetos Bowl.” And then it would be understandable, because as hard as I try not to be a bogart, come on, they’re CHEETOS! Once your fingers are orange, you’re committed! Bogarting goes out the window, replaced by your basic primitive need for Cheetos.

And in reality, all I did today was speak with my neighbor about picking up some OJ and vitamins for him. I think he was really vying for some of my cookies, but was too embarrassed to ask for them. No cupcakes for him, though. Did I say I baked bread today?
 
And in reality, all I did today was speak with my neighbor about picking up some OJ and vitamins for him. I think he was really vying for some of my cookies, but was too embarrassed to ask for them. No cupcakes for him, though. Did I say I baked bread today?
I hate to be giving life advice to someone older than myself, but please CP for the love of God! DO NOT give your cookies to the neighbors. Some things are sacred! Keep the faith!

(P.S. While obvious, cookies AND Cheetos are sacred. Now fly, grasshopper).
 
I hate to be giving life advice to someone older than myself, but please CP for the love of God! DO NOT give your cookies to the neighbors. Some things are sacred! Keep the faith!

(P.S. While obvious, cookies AND Cheetos are sacred. Now fly, grasshopper).

Actually butterscotch raisin cookies are pretty darn tasty the way I make 'em, that is, when I'm not spending my time sitting on my butt all day. (Truth is not stranger than fiction). Am just happy my butt didn't fall asleep like it does after sitting too long a time.
 
Buy Cheap, Buy Twice - meaning that you will need to replace more often, have to buy the right tool afterwards
Buy Once, cry once - meaning that you buy quality, even if it is expensive, you only have that initial outlay that hurts but the quality means it lasts, it does what you wanted it to do and doesn't ruin the items you are using your tools on.

It can be false economy to buy 'cheap' tools for guitar maintenance. The tools may not last, make the task harder and may cause more 'damage' too. Buying the right tools, even if they do cost more, will mean they last longer, make the job easier and less chance of causing damage to your guitar (like gouging your fretboard, putting a deep scratch in the frets etc)
 
Back to the topic... It depends on your guitar.

When I only had $30 garage sale guitars, I got cheap tools and improvised others into guitar tools. You don't need a straight edge when a guitar string is straight under tension, or you can file notches into a plastic ruler, ect...

When I got my custom shop strat all of a sudden I didn't want to go scratching it with cheap tools, so I went with better quality. Get what suits you and your budget, and stick with that until either your needs or budget change.
 
So I say I’m clueless, and you want me chipless? There’s just no winning with you! :p:p Although, I think what you really meant is, “Cheetos Bowl.” And then it would be understandable, because as hard as I try not to be a bogart, come on, they’re CHEETOS! Once your fingers are orange, you’re committed! Bogarting goes out the window, replaced by your basic primitive need for Cheetos.
This is how Santana Orange was developed. What, you never heard about Carlos' secret Cheetos addiction?

I bought a cheap set of nut files off Amazon and filed from the head stock before realizing I scratched the neck out of the fingerboard. Even if you get a cheap tool be sure to use it properly.
 
Actually butterscotch raisin cookies are pretty darn tasty the way I make 'em, that is, when I'm not spending my time sitting on my butt all day. (Truth is not stranger than fiction). Am just happy my butt didn't fall asleep like it does after sitting too long a time.

I'm not gonna lie... sometimes, your posts leave me scratching my head and feeling woozie, and disoriented... often reminding me of...

 
I'm not gonna lie... sometimes, your posts leave me scratching my head and feeling woozie, and disoriented... often reminding me of...


That WAS the problem. Scratching your head...what is that, a fungal problem for you jocks? :p As the comedian said, "DON'T TOUCH CERTAIN AREAS OF YOUR BODY WHILE OUT ON THE FOOTBALL FIELD."

Anyway, I digress. I had baked some Vietnamese Banh Mi baguette bread rolls yesterday that turned out freaking awesome, and later this evening, hope to bake some butterscotch raisin cookies I'll store in (what else?) a cookie jar. The neighbor said he had felt a cold coming on, though I've not heard him with the Kleenex or coughing today, so maybe it was a false alarm. (I regularly visit the guy and provide him with home-cooked meals, since he's got bad feet and doesn't get out much.) His sudden cold makes me wonder if he was genuinely ill, or just needing some items from the store he didn't feel like obtaining himself. No candy for him, nope.

Sunday, am thinking of cooking up some flapjacks and sausage, but will likely only do the iced coffee as usual. (No time Sunday morning for breakfast, gotta be up and awake early.)
 
It's hair loss. OK? Now don't make fun of me! :mad::mad: :D:D:D

And, I think I just fell in the well again... :confused: :D

You are doing well, actually. Wish I could share a Rogaine/Viagra joke with you, but you might not appreciate it. Perhaps a separate time when you least suspect it. :D

(Joke told to me by an old experienced touring guitarist who visited a D&D place once and got his dander up)
 
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Dander??? Is THAT what you call it? No wonder we have a hard time understanding each other!

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OK, here's the joke. (The backstory is that the old guitarist had visited a Dunkin Donuts store for a cuppa joe and flirted with the female clerk. Not sure what happened after that, but the joke goes like this):

What do you get when you cross Rogaine and Viagra?

(Will post answer after you had a chance to guess)
 
What do you get when you cross Rogaine and Viagra?

Well, this is not what I would normally answer... since it's you asking, I'm going to guess.....

Kosher pickles? with a side of butterscotch cookies and Jack Daniels Bread. Shared with a neighbor who likes home cooked meals. And Kleenex. And doesn't get out much.
 
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