Monday, September 29, 2008

7 Day Weekend


I found out several of my books are still up there and Teagan was thinking about selling them soon (ugh...), so I might be coming up to Spokane again. Luckily I have a 7 day weekend from October 9th until the 15th. But, could someone pick up the remaining books for me from Teagan's so I can get them off her hands?

Some food for thought...

Saturday, September 20, 2008

How does one hold a keytar?





From Wikipedia:
A keytar is a relatively lightweight keyboard or synthesizer that is supported by a strap around the neck and shoulders, similar to the way a guitar is supported by a guitar strap. Keytars allow players a greater range of movement compared to conventional keyboards, which are placed on stands. The instrument has a musical keyboard for triggering musical notes and sounds. Controls for pitch bends, vibrato, portamento, and sustain are placed on the instrument’s “neck".

Friday, September 19, 2008

National Talk Like A Pirate Day


Yarrrrr, shiver me woody. Today be National Talk Like a Pirate Day! So come ye and throw back a bottle o rum and sing a swaggery tune with yer mates. Today only comes once a year so me hopes all ye swine and wenches will put on yer eyepatches, hobble round on yer peg leg, talk to parrots, sing songs that don't make no sense, sail the open seas, spit in the wind, piss in the wind, and plunder some booty. Yarrr!

http://www.talklikeapirateday.com/wordpress/

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

FLUFFY FINGERS!




Michael: Were you part of a gang?
Darryl: Uh, yeah, yeah I was.
Michael: I KNEW it.
Michael: What are we talking about here, Crips, Bloods?
Darryl: Both. Yeah, them, and the Latin Kings, the Warriors, Newsies
Michael: Ok, so dig this. You're on the street, and one of your gang disses you.
Darryl: Oh my goodness.
Michael: Yeah. Right. So what do you do to get 'em to make it right?
Darryl: Well see, um, in a gang world, we use something called fluffy fingers.
Michael: What is that?
Darryl: That's when someone really gets in your face, you know you just, start ticklin' 'em.
Michael: Really?
Darryl: Yeah. And he starts tickling you. And pretty soon you laughing and hugging. Before you know it, you've forgotten the whole thing. Y'all just go to church together, get an ice cream cone.
Michael: I would have never though that...gangs would be tickling each other.
Darryl: Oh. It's a fact of life.

Monday, September 15, 2008

oh, friends

Rachel Wilson says (10:01 AM):
AFTERSHOCK!

Tooley says (10:01 AM):
SKADOOSH!

Rachel Wilson says (10:01 AM):
CORNDOG!

Tooley says (10:02 AM):
CLEVELAND STEAMER!

Rachel Wilson says (10:02 AM):
BUMS!

Monday, September 8, 2008

At the Same Time


9:47:31 AM Sean Tooley: Paul and I both play pitcher/catcher
9:47:33 AM Sean Tooley: at the same time
9:47:34 AM Paul Freeman: at the same time

Thursday, September 4, 2008

TuneUp

I tried out this program, it's kinda cool. There is a free download for 500 song clean ups and cover art, which in retrospect is not that much, but for a download it will save some time. I tested it out and it works alright, but still, for a free sample it's worth trying out.

http://www.tuneupmedia.com/download/

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Ella's Out of Business

...Equals cheap drinks.

In other "Close encounters of the tool kind" news...

So I assigned my frosh an ungraded diagnostic essay on the first day, and most of them were at least decent. One of the prompts was "Describe a time when there were negative consequences to telling the truth." (And oh how many "I should never have told him/ her that I cheated/ she looked fat responses I got.)

But this one guy wrote an essay about he hung was part of this awesome jock click in high school (they wore matching jackets) and there was another guy who wasn't as cool but was almost cool, so they decided to haze him for a week. As in, telling everyone they knew what a tool he was, as loudly as possible, and putting rotten meat in this guy's sandwich and making his friends be quiet about it.

The point of the article was that our protagonist should not have been pressured into telling the truth by the evil principle because she already knew that he and his friends had done it, and how he felt used by her.

So now I'm going to spend a semester trying not to hate this guy.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

My Goodness! My Guinness!



So I was in an area bar recently, preparing myself for an awesome concert and enjoying a nice happy hour. I arrived their around 5 o' clock. The bar was mostly empty at that point. This particular bar has happy hour from 4 to 6 pm. That information isn't really pertinent to the story, but I gave it to you anyway.

On to the meat of the story. Around 6 o' clock, it started to pick up. I'd say slightly more than half of the bar stools were full. At this point, a middle aged gentleman enters the bar area. I am currently sitting in the bar stool next to the cash register where all the waitresses, waiters, and bartenders are ringing up their orders. It is located at the end of the bar. The middle aged gentleman saunters up next to me at the end of the bar and proceeds to greet a waiter currently ringing an order at the cash register.

"How's it going [manager's name], I haven't seen you in a while, how about getting me a guinness"

"Actually [patron's name], I'm not working behind the bar anymore. I'm a manager now, but [bartender's name] can get you one if you wish"

All of this was paraphrased from what I can remember (Apparently I can six scotches down in an hour and half at happy hour). The patron then says something about asking the manager to tell the bartender he needs a Guinness. The manager kind of nods then continues with what he was doing.

Now at this point, I am sitting there with an empty scotch glass patiently waiting for the bartender to finish with the drinks he's making and to come over. As he approaches, I start to lift my scotch glass, when he says the patron standing over me.

"Can I get you something sir?

"I thought you were getting me a Guinness"

"Oh, you would like a Guinness? I'll get you one."

The bartender proceeds to start the tap on the Guinness and walks away. The patron the remarks, I'm not sure to who, "I wouldn't mind such a bad pour if I didn't have to wait so long."

When the bartender returns, he begins to passive aggressively explain the proper way to pour a Guinness to the bartender. The bartender even offers to repour him another one.

Am I wrong in thinking this guy needs to get over himself?

1. It's happy hour at a fairly busy bar. You can't expect a bartender to spend time carefully crafting your Guinness while other people are waiting for drinks.

2. Usually there is etiquette for ordering drinks. Either you get a seat at the bar or you stand near the dripmat by the taps and place your order. You don't stand near the high traffic cash register area and force the bartender to wade over to you.

3. Just cause you "know" the manager doesn't mean he is going to place orders for you. Do it yourself!

4. Beer is beer. Drink it.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

I find this to be accurate.

I think I will try to make a top ten list that corresponds to each song on this one.

http://www.mcsweeneys.net/links/lists/10PeterFerland.html

Thursday, August 21, 2008

New Plans to Return to Spokane

So this time I'll be riding up with Matt & Becca to Spokane around September 7th. I'll stay until around noon on Wednesday September 10th.

By the way, I got a job at OHSU here in Portland getting paid ridiculous amounts of money which should make it easier to visit after I start.