It's not so much non-delight at a gearhead circlejerk, it's non-delight at the fact that I am fucking poor.
EDIT: Also guys dig this shit. So I shipped my busted-up SG back to Gibson for warranty repair/replacement, right? I paid for delivery confirmation. Been looking back now and then to see if it has even gotten to Gibson, and no go.
So about a day and a half ago, I get an email from my dad saying he's got the guitar back, and he's like "Do you want me to open it for you to see how it is?" I'm like "YAYAYAYA PLZ!" So he opens the package up, and... no SG.
Went back to the tracking thing on the USPS website and I still had the following notice:
"Your item was accepted at 12:44 PM on December 17, 2007 in LIVERMORE, CA 94550. No further information is available for this item."
tl;dr they lost my shit, and if I don't have my SG at my dad's house within a week, I'm filing the insurance claim. I bought $700 worth of insurance in one package, so as to cover both the guitar and the expensive-ass case, and so with the insurance money I am going to buy myself an Epiphone Sheraton II.