Ugh, I have a food baby. We just ate Outback and I'm incapacitated. I'll have to give birth here in a bit.
I saw March of the Penguins today at the Grandin. It was quite good. Actually a bit more educational than I thought it would be. I thought there would be more of a story that they created using penguin phootage, but it was more just a documentary about penguin social life. That isn't a knock at all. It's a really interesting movie.
I have a new video game addiction. I rented Sid Meier's Pirates on Monday, and I haven't been able to stop playing it. It's so cool! You're just a Seventeenth Century pirate in the Caribbean with a letter of marque from either the British, Spanish, French, or Dutch, and you wreak havoc upon shipping and military boats and whatnot. There's buried treasure and lost Aztec cities, and you can sack ports and make off with booty. I knew it was out on PC, because X-Play gave it a 5 out of 5, but then I saw it for X-Box at Blockbuster and had to rent it. It's quite educational, too. I've learned a lot about famous pirates I didn't know before, like how much of a bad ass Henry Morgan was (Captain Morgan to rum fans). On one voyage, on his way to wherever he was going he sacked two Spanish cities in South America, and then on his way back he sacked them again. Sorry to rant, but this is such a cool game. I'll have to buy it soon.
So the metaphorical coffee shop beat stick was a-swingin' the other night. Last Sunday I closed at Starkey and this big group of future frat boys comes in the door around 9:00 or so. These kids had to be around 10th or 11th grade, and their parents have probably never said "no" to them in their lives. I could tell right away that I'd be irritated, and once I approached them to take orders it began. They all started yelling questions at me, not really in a line but in more of a bunch. It was all, "What's this!" and "How much is this!" and "What's that!" They weren't beligerent or anything, just rude. One of them asked for a "green Italian ice," and I said to him, "I have no idea what that is." So I gathered finally that he wanted a lime Italian soda. Had he specified that instead of leaving the vague "green" (which could mean either lime or kiwi) and "ice" (which could mean simply iced or blended) I would have known what he wanted. While I'm making his drink, one of the other boys shouts, "Hey, bro!" at me. And he keeps saying bro as I walk over with the drink. When I reach that end of the counter I say, "I'm not your bro." The questions start bombarding me again, and finally I lose it. I interrupt them and say rather loudly, "One at a fucking time guys! One at a fucking time. Or you know what? Just get the fuck out." They're all, "Ahhh...Ohhh...Uhhh...Mmmm...Uhhh." And finally they realize how idiotic they were being and order through one at a fucking time. The guy I was closing with told me he was about to kick them out, too, and he would have backed me up if I'd actually done it. I'm not a very angry guy. My friends say I am, because I joke around a lot and make it sound like I have this short fuse with people. I really don't. There's a big difference between irritation and being totally pissed off. Usually I'm mildly irritated with something, or someone if I'm working at the coffee shop, but I maintain politeness because it's not worth it letting little things piss you off. It takes an awful lot to make me fly off like that, and they did it just right. So far, all the employees at the shop who have heard the story have complemented me. I've become something of a legend. I joke about the beat stick, but sometimes you just have to wield it, not because you want to, but because you have to.
and after changing everything
they couldn't tell
we couldn't sing
they couldn't tell we couldn't sing
and that changes everything
I saw March of the Penguins today at the Grandin. It was quite good. Actually a bit more educational than I thought it would be. I thought there would be more of a story that they created using penguin phootage, but it was more just a documentary about penguin social life. That isn't a knock at all. It's a really interesting movie.
I have a new video game addiction. I rented Sid Meier's Pirates on Monday, and I haven't been able to stop playing it. It's so cool! You're just a Seventeenth Century pirate in the Caribbean with a letter of marque from either the British, Spanish, French, or Dutch, and you wreak havoc upon shipping and military boats and whatnot. There's buried treasure and lost Aztec cities, and you can sack ports and make off with booty. I knew it was out on PC, because X-Play gave it a 5 out of 5, but then I saw it for X-Box at Blockbuster and had to rent it. It's quite educational, too. I've learned a lot about famous pirates I didn't know before, like how much of a bad ass Henry Morgan was (Captain Morgan to rum fans). On one voyage, on his way to wherever he was going he sacked two Spanish cities in South America, and then on his way back he sacked them again. Sorry to rant, but this is such a cool game. I'll have to buy it soon.
So the metaphorical coffee shop beat stick was a-swingin' the other night. Last Sunday I closed at Starkey and this big group of future frat boys comes in the door around 9:00 or so. These kids had to be around 10th or 11th grade, and their parents have probably never said "no" to them in their lives. I could tell right away that I'd be irritated, and once I approached them to take orders it began. They all started yelling questions at me, not really in a line but in more of a bunch. It was all, "What's this!" and "How much is this!" and "What's that!" They weren't beligerent or anything, just rude. One of them asked for a "green Italian ice," and I said to him, "I have no idea what that is." So I gathered finally that he wanted a lime Italian soda. Had he specified that instead of leaving the vague "green" (which could mean either lime or kiwi) and "ice" (which could mean simply iced or blended) I would have known what he wanted. While I'm making his drink, one of the other boys shouts, "Hey, bro!" at me. And he keeps saying bro as I walk over with the drink. When I reach that end of the counter I say, "I'm not your bro." The questions start bombarding me again, and finally I lose it. I interrupt them and say rather loudly, "One at a fucking time guys! One at a fucking time. Or you know what? Just get the fuck out." They're all, "Ahhh...Ohhh...Uhhh...Mmmm...Uhhh." And finally they realize how idiotic they were being and order through one at a fucking time. The guy I was closing with told me he was about to kick them out, too, and he would have backed me up if I'd actually done it. I'm not a very angry guy. My friends say I am, because I joke around a lot and make it sound like I have this short fuse with people. I really don't. There's a big difference between irritation and being totally pissed off. Usually I'm mildly irritated with something, or someone if I'm working at the coffee shop, but I maintain politeness because it's not worth it letting little things piss you off. It takes an awful lot to make me fly off like that, and they did it just right. So far, all the employees at the shop who have heard the story have complemented me. I've become something of a legend. I joke about the beat stick, but sometimes you just have to wield it, not because you want to, but because you have to.
and after changing everything
they couldn't tell
we couldn't sing
they couldn't tell we couldn't sing
and that changes everything