It is a Hercules one, and when you put the guitar in the necky locky bit, it automatically grabs it and holds it tight. And when you pick the guitar up it simply lets go of it.
And that is it.
So why have I had to try it with every guitar in the house?
Many lots of times.
And why do I sneak up on it as though doing something else, grab the guitar and see if I can catch it out?
I don't know, but it is so simple and just works, that I can't trust it, there has to be a catch.
So I set my alarm for 3am this morning, Ninja'd up and tried to catch it napping, but nah. It's good. Around the clock vigilant.
As for other stuff, well I'm hoping a final sand and 'burnish' will provide an end to the bodywork of The Resurrected One today, which is cool as the carcass of The B Movie One should also arrive for me to delve into it's entrails and pull out it's spleen and other gubbins. Timely, really.
As for finishing things - well, the aim is to finish both The Lightning Dragon and The Betty Blue One in time for a weekend jam, of sorts, so I need to get my finger out and grab the bratskis straight from school before iCarly-induced-tracedom takes over. I find myself glazing over, so I have sympatheticness cookies to give out to all and one.
Well, you never know
La la laaa
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