N. N. K.*

Writing and reading and figuring out what the "H" I'm working on despite some major loops thrown in the mix in the last few weeks has required me to retreat into the soothing, regular, consistent patterns of (a) playing guitar (b) nordic walking even thought it's freaking cold out and (c) cooking. So I should be a lean, hardbodied, healthy shredder of facemelting chords oh so very soon. Riiight...

But imagine my glee when I discovered that one of my fantasy products is at last on the market. Oh wow. From the specs and the price, this guitar looks to me like guilty pleasure at its finest, i.e., nothing special in the way of sound. But who cares, LOOK at it! Plus, I could pimp it out down the road.

So, should I get pink or black? Is that even a question? Send me your comments and good joo-joos that everything will work out in the end as it is supposed to.

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*acknowledgements to Ginapalooza for the Japanese girl band name--which will remain mysteriously in 'initals only' stage, to avoid internet piracy of a concept nothing short of bloody brill. Rumor has it that this moniker was concocted whilst passing by a house of ill repute somewhere in deepest, darkest Alaska.