Something weird happened to me (and my uke) yesterday...

Quickly run to the corner store and buy a lottery ticket. Hurry home. Sit cross-legged on the floor with your uke across your lap and listen to In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida on replay 13 times while drifting off to a nap. Your ukulele will have ossified in its current state and will nevermore need tuning. The world will be different when you awaken.
 
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I hope it's not like Twilight Zone when a dropped coin stops on its edge and time stops.
 
You are now tuned into the sound and resonance of the universe and spacetime. Revel in it. For it is ephemeral and soon gone.

Cue the Tardis...
 
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