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Village Idiot
...or why they are called "stool".
At least the word is synonymous with the crap I've found myself with.
I try to maintain a positive attitude about things, so I'll have Donnie mark this one as a "you gotta laugh at yourself".
A few years back, my wife had bought me a butcher block & chrome swivel stool, but my son liked it so much I gave it to him (no padding but a great stool). A few years pass and one day I realize I'm using an antique child's chair to both play guitar and build guitar pedals. Forest / trees...you get the picture.
First thought - you know it RocknRoll stool. Fender, perfect. I order a nice padded swivel stool with a big 'ol F where da butt go.
It arrives (by the way...shipping is terrible on stools). One leg is literally (I measured) 1" shorted than the others. Booooo!
Naturally, that threw off balance a bit....so I went back to the interweb for an alternative bum-buddy. See, I was actually groovy with the little chair but now it was a full-blown quest (some might use the word obsession) so I burned the chair to make certain I never returned to complacency! Okay, not really...but I metaphorically burned it to a crisp so...
Dewalt. Yup, I figured since I owned nearly every black and yellow gizmo known to man, I'd adore their matching pooter-perch. Let's recap my first purchase and see if perhaps I might should have gleaned something from the experience:
Need - Stool
Fender - musical instrument company.
Result - Failure
Did I see the connection there? Nope, blind as a bat and dumb as a bag of rocks.
Need - Stool
DeWalt - Tool company
Result - Failure
Guess what? It turns out that when you want promotional items manufactured you farm it out to folks who have have a business doing what they have no business doing. This one has a hydraulic cylinder. It pops with the slightest movement and when it does it jars my entire body. I thought about welding it, but I know it wouldn't take a tack, let alone a bead.
What's under your bench? I need some guidance and every one of you sit on something....
At least the word is synonymous with the crap I've found myself with.
I try to maintain a positive attitude about things, so I'll have Donnie mark this one as a "you gotta laugh at yourself".
A few years back, my wife had bought me a butcher block & chrome swivel stool, but my son liked it so much I gave it to him (no padding but a great stool). A few years pass and one day I realize I'm using an antique child's chair to both play guitar and build guitar pedals. Forest / trees...you get the picture.
First thought - you know it RocknRoll stool. Fender, perfect. I order a nice padded swivel stool with a big 'ol F where da butt go.
It arrives (by the way...shipping is terrible on stools). One leg is literally (I measured) 1" shorted than the others. Booooo!
Naturally, that threw off balance a bit....so I went back to the interweb for an alternative bum-buddy. See, I was actually groovy with the little chair but now it was a full-blown quest (some might use the word obsession) so I burned the chair to make certain I never returned to complacency! Okay, not really...but I metaphorically burned it to a crisp so...
Dewalt. Yup, I figured since I owned nearly every black and yellow gizmo known to man, I'd adore their matching pooter-perch. Let's recap my first purchase and see if perhaps I might should have gleaned something from the experience:
Need - Stool
Fender - musical instrument company.
Result - Failure
Did I see the connection there? Nope, blind as a bat and dumb as a bag of rocks.
Need - Stool
DeWalt - Tool company
Result - Failure
Guess what? It turns out that when you want promotional items manufactured you farm it out to folks who have have a business doing what they have no business doing. This one has a hydraulic cylinder. It pops with the slightest movement and when it does it jars my entire body. I thought about welding it, but I know it wouldn't take a tack, let alone a bead.
What's under your bench? I need some guidance and every one of you sit on something....