After some confusion it has been decided that an explanation is in order. Me and Byrne seem to have it down but everyone else is getting it wrong, especially Mayne. S0 here is a breakdown of the ancient art of....the high five.
The classic high five: (also known as fiver) This is the standard. Its a basic, above the head, full hand contact five. Adjustments can be made to accomodate a shorter five participant, but the high five should never be below the shoulder.
The freeze-frame high five: This is a classic five with a twist, you pause when the hands make contact, generally for a two count, then release.
The stall high five: Often mistaken for the freeze-frame high five the stall is slightly different. With the stall, you pause just before hand-to-hand contact.
The phone five: The standard in long distance fives. It is as simple as slapping the phone when something cool happens in conversation, however it must be announced so both people know its happening, otherwise it's just lame.
The text five: The son of the phone five, the text five is good for quick fives, especially when stealthiness is required. The official text five messages is "SLAP! Haha, text five. Awesome!" use with caution.
The 'net five: To be used over email, IM, or blogging. Similar to the text five, but some services, such as MSN, have a special five emoticon, which can be utilized by typing (h5) into the chat window.
The fresh five: Originally from The Fresh Prince of Bel Air the fresh five is a standard high five, with an alternate follow through. Once your five is complete, you lean back from your fellow fiver, and while throwing back a thumbs up in a "get out" fashion make a "pssht!" sound.
The re-return five: The re-return is acheived by slapping the standard five, and then hitting again on the follow through without looking behind you back.
The double up five: (also known as the ten) This is a double high five generally followed by chest-to-chest contact. WARNING: Only to be used in extremely awesome situations, over use can result in it taking away from how awesome subsequent situations are.
The beer five: The beer five is known in some, lamer circles as "cheers". It can be adapted to "shot five" or "drink five" but never "cooler five", because that in itself is lame. Only at formal settings will "wine five" or "champaign five" be accepted.
The side five: This is only permitted when seeing someone in passing without the time to stop for a regular five. However, hand position must be in between the navel and nipple. Any higher should be considered a re-return five and followed through on thusly, and any lower is a low five...and that's just wrong.
The low five: I am absolutely opposed to the low five, it is not a five, it is a lackluster handshake.
There you go, a brief overview of the high five. Learn it, know it, live it.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Update on the demon wine
It's 11, I've been on the demon wine for about an hour and a half now, I've got like 3-4 glasses left and it is indeed awesome....I don't know how it will be tomorrow, but right now, it's best kind. I'm watching a bunch of HIMYM before I roll out to Dooley's for some Ultimate Fighter with Byrne in about a half an hour or so. Tonight should be LEGENDARY!
You can't really call it "demon wine" if it's raspberry flavoured, can you?
Ok, back story. Last night I went out for a coffee with my friend Danny, who for the last month or so has been telling me about his homemade wine. Anyway, it was finally done and bottled and he gave me a friggin' magnum of it last night.
Tonight I try it out.
It's my last Saturday in Grand Falls-Windsor before I move, so there's no way I cannot go out. Keeping that in mind, I've also decided to take my chances on Danny's wine. It might be bad, it might be good...the effects I mean, I've tasted the wine already and it's kickass. But check with me on Sunday to make sure I'm alive.
I've noticed these "journal" posts aren't nearly as fun as when I give Soup a hard time or explain how Doogie Howser invented the blog, so I'm not going to go on and tell you about last night, mainly because it sucked and describing it would also suck.
Anyway, Happy Easter everyone, I'm gone to drink some wine.
Tonight I try it out.
It's my last Saturday in Grand Falls-Windsor before I move, so there's no way I cannot go out. Keeping that in mind, I've also decided to take my chances on Danny's wine. It might be bad, it might be good...the effects I mean, I've tasted the wine already and it's kickass. But check with me on Sunday to make sure I'm alive.
I've noticed these "journal" posts aren't nearly as fun as when I give Soup a hard time or explain how Doogie Howser invented the blog, so I'm not going to go on and tell you about last night, mainly because it sucked and describing it would also suck.
Anyway, Happy Easter everyone, I'm gone to drink some wine.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Cut the blue wire!
Ok, you know when you're watching an action movie, and as MacLean, or Riggs, or MacGyver is tinkering with a bomb trying to diffuse it theres always that countdown. And you know how they always cut the blue wire and the countdown jumps from 20 minutes to like 15 seconds?
Last night, I cut the blue wire.
The plan was this. In May, a play I did last year called Broken Hearts and Broken Homes was going to be filming on the 19 and 20, and I was going to be getting $900 for this. Then I was going to move my stuff out to St. John's on the 21, fly to Ottawa for a week on the 22, and then start the rest of my life on the 28. Sounded good right?
Last night I got word that the play was cancelled. So now I was losing $900 that I was counting on for moving and stuff. I spent the next hour trying to figure out what the hell I was going to do. I mean, I knew I was going to have to get a job along with doing the play, but how was I going to get something decent enough to make up for the play money if I was leaving in a month? Thats when it was decided that instead of leaving in a month, I would leave in a week.
It only makes sense right? Rather than spend a month in GF-W working a crappy job and then quitting, moving to town and having to find another job, I would just move straight to St. John's and cut out the crappy GF-W job hunt.
Either way, now that the blue wire is cut I'm going to be spending the next week or so scrambling to get my shit together, and getting everything lined up. As of right now, I don't know if my apartment is going to be ready or if I'm going to have to try to get my cousin Mike to let me crash on his couch in Outer Cove. But if I have learned anything from Die Hard, Leathal Weapon, and MacGyver its that even when the blue wire is cut and the countdown jumps, things always work out at the last second.
...then again, they probably don't make the movies about the bombs that blow up.
Last night, I cut the blue wire.
The plan was this. In May, a play I did last year called Broken Hearts and Broken Homes was going to be filming on the 19 and 20, and I was going to be getting $900 for this. Then I was going to move my stuff out to St. John's on the 21, fly to Ottawa for a week on the 22, and then start the rest of my life on the 28. Sounded good right?
Last night I got word that the play was cancelled. So now I was losing $900 that I was counting on for moving and stuff. I spent the next hour trying to figure out what the hell I was going to do. I mean, I knew I was going to have to get a job along with doing the play, but how was I going to get something decent enough to make up for the play money if I was leaving in a month? Thats when it was decided that instead of leaving in a month, I would leave in a week.
It only makes sense right? Rather than spend a month in GF-W working a crappy job and then quitting, moving to town and having to find another job, I would just move straight to St. John's and cut out the crappy GF-W job hunt.
Either way, now that the blue wire is cut I'm going to be spending the next week or so scrambling to get my shit together, and getting everything lined up. As of right now, I don't know if my apartment is going to be ready or if I'm going to have to try to get my cousin Mike to let me crash on his couch in Outer Cove. But if I have learned anything from Die Hard, Leathal Weapon, and MacGyver its that even when the blue wire is cut and the countdown jumps, things always work out at the last second.
...then again, they probably don't make the movies about the bombs that blow up.
Sorry Soup, I'm going to rat you out
Ladies and Gentleman of Newfoundland and Labrador, the man who sets your gas prices walks to work.
While you probably don't know my best friend Soup, you might be familiar with David Hillier, the guy that shows up on NTV every now and then justifying why he had to raise the price of gas in our fine province. Now I'm going to let you in a secret. They're the same guy!
Anyway, Soup and his girl Julie just moved, and in doing so now live about a block away from where he works, the Petroleum Pricing Office. So by simply filling out the change of address form, Soup went from looking like a cocky bastard by rolling into work in a big SUV, to a sadistic bastard who cackles at the poor guys paying $1.13/litre to commute as he strolls down High Street.
Tonight we went out for a coffee, and while we were sat in the window at Murph's talking about how incompetent our town council is, I asked him if anyone else had noted the irony of the gas man walking to work. He said no, they hadn't and I told him I was going to have to write a blog about it.
Normally I'm really sympathetic to Soup on the shit he takes because of his job, and I'm not actually giving him any now. I just find it funny and felt it needed to be shared.
Sorry Soup, it had to be done. At least I didn't tell them you're a level 4 Dungeon Master.
While you probably don't know my best friend Soup, you might be familiar with David Hillier, the guy that shows up on NTV every now and then justifying why he had to raise the price of gas in our fine province. Now I'm going to let you in a secret. They're the same guy!
Anyway, Soup and his girl Julie just moved, and in doing so now live about a block away from where he works, the Petroleum Pricing Office. So by simply filling out the change of address form, Soup went from looking like a cocky bastard by rolling into work in a big SUV, to a sadistic bastard who cackles at the poor guys paying $1.13/litre to commute as he strolls down High Street.
Tonight we went out for a coffee, and while we were sat in the window at Murph's talking about how incompetent our town council is, I asked him if anyone else had noted the irony of the gas man walking to work. He said no, they hadn't and I told him I was going to have to write a blog about it.
Normally I'm really sympathetic to Soup on the shit he takes because of his job, and I'm not actually giving him any now. I just find it funny and felt it needed to be shared.
Sorry Soup, it had to be done. At least I didn't tell them you're a level 4 Dungeon Master.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
I've already used "WTF?" as a title, so keeping with the first section of this post I'll simply call it "w00t!"
That's it. I'm done.
I wrote my last* CNA exam today, and it was definitely an experience. With the last aspect on the Product Component Model illustrated on my International Marketing exam I bolted the hell out of the lecture hall and waited for everyone else to finish.
Twenty minutes later I start worrying that maybe I missed a section or something, but Chris comes out and assures me that I indeed had done everything, I just did it insanely fast. Within the next 20 everyone else is out and we make our plans to hit Jungle Jim's for a big supper tonight.
When I got home, prior to my awesome nap that was desperately needed I decide to check out some internet stuff when I found something I really don't know what to think of.
The Internet Movie Database posted this news story today. It turns out that Jessica Simpson has been signed on to play CJ Parker in the Baywatch movie.
Now while I'm all about the concept of Jessica Simpson running in that red swimsuit in slo-mo I'm left with 2 questions:
I wrote my last* CNA exam today, and it was definitely an experience. With the last aspect on the Product Component Model illustrated on my International Marketing exam I bolted the hell out of the lecture hall and waited for everyone else to finish.
Twenty minutes later I start worrying that maybe I missed a section or something, but Chris comes out and assures me that I indeed had done everything, I just did it insanely fast. Within the next 20 everyone else is out and we make our plans to hit Jungle Jim's for a big supper tonight.
When I got home, prior to my awesome nap that was desperately needed I decide to check out some internet stuff when I found something I really don't know what to think of.
The Internet Movie Database posted this news story today. It turns out that Jessica Simpson has been signed on to play CJ Parker in the Baywatch movie.
Now while I'm all about the concept of Jessica Simpson running in that red swimsuit in slo-mo I'm left with 2 questions:
- Why do they need to make a Baywatch movie? Didn't Baywatch say all it had to say with the TV show, spinoff TV show, and the made for TV/direct to video movies?
- Why do they need to cast Jessica Simpson in Pamela Andersons role, especially if David Hasselhoff is coming back? Last I checked, Pamela Anderson was still smoking hot. Don't get me wrong, the whole seal thing pisses me off, and yeah she maybe a "little slutty" but if I have to look at David Hasselhoffs leathery ass running around on that beach, I don't mind Pamela Anderson. Keep in mind, I'm not complaining about Jessica Simpson in the swimsuit, I've already said I'm all about it. I just want to know, were the characters in Baywatch that pivitol they couldn't be updated?
Either way, the concept of the Baywatch movie leaves me confused, but now that I don't have to put up with school anymore I've got a lot more time to think about it.
* Pending my Managerial Accounting grade
Monday, April 10, 2006
Neil Patrick Harris is a visionary!
It's Sunday night, well, Monday morning, I'm sure this time, and I can't sleep. This isn't reassuring since my final final is only 7 hours away. Maybe it's excitement, but either way, I can't sleep.
I almost started venting about how all this stuff is changing in my life and how weird I find everything, but instead ... instead I'm here typing full paragraphs on different topics and then deleting them. But it made me think of something kind of cool.
If you look to the right you'll see the link to Barney's Blog which is the blog for Neil Patrick Harris' character on How I Met Your Mother. Don't ask how I found it, but it's one of the funniest sites ever and to an extent it was kind of what got this blog started. But when typing I started to remember how when he was on Doogie Howser MD every episode would end with Doogie typing in his journal that he kept on his computer. It got me thinking and I realized that Neil Patrick Harris invented blogging.
So not only was he a child genious who became an MD at like 12, an E-tard that stole Harolds car and did coke off a stripper's ass, and the funniest womanizer in the history of television, Neil Patrick Harris is also an innovator in how the world communicates.
Wild huh?
I almost started venting about how all this stuff is changing in my life and how weird I find everything, but instead ... instead I'm here typing full paragraphs on different topics and then deleting them. But it made me think of something kind of cool.
If you look to the right you'll see the link to Barney's Blog which is the blog for Neil Patrick Harris' character on How I Met Your Mother. Don't ask how I found it, but it's one of the funniest sites ever and to an extent it was kind of what got this blog started. But when typing I started to remember how when he was on Doogie Howser MD every episode would end with Doogie typing in his journal that he kept on his computer. It got me thinking and I realized that Neil Patrick Harris invented blogging.
So not only was he a child genious who became an MD at like 12, an E-tard that stole Harolds car and did coke off a stripper's ass, and the funniest womanizer in the history of television, Neil Patrick Harris is also an innovator in how the world communicates.
Wild huh?
Saturday, April 08, 2006
Really people? You can't come up with anything funny to say about Palm Treo?
Remember earlier the week when I went on my big rant about my phone? Well the replacement came in yesterday, and surprise it was a 600, meaning the fine folks over at Palm decided that three phones crapping out on me over the span of a month didn't warrant an upgrade. But even more surprisingly, this one actually works. The problem usually comes up right away when I try to use the headset, so two days of decent mp3ing definitely show promise.
Either way, I'm happy that it works, but sad I didn't get the much cooler 650 with the video and other things that would easily turn evil in the wrong hands, namely my hands.
But all the same I have my phone and not the crappy loaner which turned out not to be as awesome as a walkie talkie implies. That was a surpreme disappointment.
And with that little update and my hangover gone I've managed to catch up from missing a day yesterday, which I know must have left a serious void in your lives. I also want to remind you to check out Soup's blog. It's pretty much blank right now, but he manages to keep his blogs pretty interesting and riddled with typos, which are fun to pick on him for. Byrne has one started too and as soon as I get the address I'll post it so you guys can check it out. Apparently there's going to be a weekly web comic, which sounds pretty cool. But not nearly as cool as me being a trend setter with this whole blog thing. I know you're all thinking "sure, you invented blogging, you jackass", but keep in mind number of blogs Soup and Byrne had before I started blogging - 0, number they have since I started blogging - 2. There we go, evidence enough that my blog is in fact awesome!
I've also noticed I might be a little too liberal with my use of commas. But I did just make a sentence without one, so thats a start. And now it's ruined.
Either way, I'm happy that it works, but sad I didn't get the much cooler 650 with the video and other things that would easily turn evil in the wrong hands, namely my hands.
But all the same I have my phone and not the crappy loaner which turned out not to be as awesome as a walkie talkie implies. That was a surpreme disappointment.
And with that little update and my hangover gone I've managed to catch up from missing a day yesterday, which I know must have left a serious void in your lives. I also want to remind you to check out Soup's blog. It's pretty much blank right now, but he manages to keep his blogs pretty interesting and riddled with typos, which are fun to pick on him for. Byrne has one started too and as soon as I get the address I'll post it so you guys can check it out. Apparently there's going to be a weekly web comic, which sounds pretty cool. But not nearly as cool as me being a trend setter with this whole blog thing. I know you're all thinking "sure, you invented blogging, you jackass", but keep in mind number of blogs Soup and Byrne had before I started blogging - 0, number they have since I started blogging - 2. There we go, evidence enough that my blog is in fact awesome!
I've also noticed I might be a little too liberal with my use of commas. But I did just make a sentence without one, so thats a start. And now it's ruined.
WTF?
So when I woke up this morning, I thought it was Sunday afternoon. Once I realized it was in fact Saturday morning, and not Sunday afternoon I noticed the entire side of my left hand was scraped up. Not having a frigging clue what happened to me, I managed to piece this together from faint memories and the call log on my cell phone.
Around 9 me and Byrne head to the Crown & Moose and begin drinking, heavily. At about 10 we call Soup, whos come down with a bad case of vagina and won't come out with us, and we redicule him mercilessly for being such a woman.
At 11 we pay our bartab, which was way too high considering we were only there for a couple hours. Then we walk down to Brides and get provisions for part 2 of out adventure.
We grab some beer and head to my place to watch some TV as we continue our drunkeness, which is best kind. At around 1 or 1:30 (this is where things get sketchy) we head to Kellys, but theres a line at Kellys so we decide to hit Jimi Jaks. Getting into Jimis is no big deal, mainly because it sucks, and after about a half hour or so we decide to try our luck at Kellys again.
Guess what, theres a line again, and we wait for about five minutes until I make up my mind to get in. So I go around back and hop over the gate (I'm thinking this is when my hand took a beating) once I'm in Kelly's I remember nothing. I think I was talking to some girl and giving her shit for going to Keyin, but those memories are vague.
Then I woke up I discover my hand. The plate over by the computer implies I heated up the leftover Chinese food I had for supper and when I went downstairs I noticed that when I got home from the bar I took down the boughs that had been on the front rail of my house since Christmas, and that they, along with the mini lights are now in a big pile on the veranda.
That leads me to this point. At Murphs at 3:20 having coffee with Soup. Will I get drunk tonight? Yeah probably.
Around 9 me and Byrne head to the Crown & Moose and begin drinking, heavily. At about 10 we call Soup, whos come down with a bad case of vagina and won't come out with us, and we redicule him mercilessly for being such a woman.
At 11 we pay our bartab, which was way too high considering we were only there for a couple hours. Then we walk down to Brides and get provisions for part 2 of out adventure.
We grab some beer and head to my place to watch some TV as we continue our drunkeness, which is best kind. At around 1 or 1:30 (this is where things get sketchy) we head to Kellys, but theres a line at Kellys so we decide to hit Jimi Jaks. Getting into Jimis is no big deal, mainly because it sucks, and after about a half hour or so we decide to try our luck at Kellys again.
Guess what, theres a line again, and we wait for about five minutes until I make up my mind to get in. So I go around back and hop over the gate (I'm thinking this is when my hand took a beating) once I'm in Kelly's I remember nothing. I think I was talking to some girl and giving her shit for going to Keyin, but those memories are vague.
Then I woke up I discover my hand. The plate over by the computer implies I heated up the leftover Chinese food I had for supper and when I went downstairs I noticed that when I got home from the bar I took down the boughs that had been on the front rail of my house since Christmas, and that they, along with the mini lights are now in a big pile on the veranda.
That leads me to this point. At Murphs at 3:20 having coffee with Soup. Will I get drunk tonight? Yeah probably.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Those were the days...
With just over a month let in Grand Falls-Windsor I’ve started to think about all the good times I’ve had here. With this there are several places around town that always equated fun and are the sorts of places that will always remind me of growing up;
· The hill behind Steve Connors house where we used to go sliding
· The bank of the Exploits River that me, Ween and Bursey scaled and almost killed ourselves on 14 times in one afternoon
· The Rock. The bar in that building may always suck, but its where my first bar was
· The G spot behind the hospital where we used to go skateboarding, I guess Sobeys’ parking lot falls in there too
· The field next to Bern Sweeney’s Irving where we used to play football
· Lind Avenue Playground, way too many good times to list
· NDA, enough said
· Joe Byrne Memorial Stadium, I played a lot of hockey there, and watched a lot of Jones’ Shield games there
· Louis John Hill, underage drinking and a summer being paid to hang out up there
· Goudie’s basement, where Our Mom’s Say We’re Cool started
· Junction Road, where I honed my street hockey goaltending skills
· EV Mall, being a mallrat at 13 was always a good way to kill a Saturday
· Goodyear Avenue ball fields broken nose, sprained ankle, and a bit of baseball
· Centennial Field, being a kid and having Great Big Sea practically baby-sit you during the Salmon Festival is definitely list worthy
· The Arts & Culture Center, too many plays and music festivals to count
· My Pops old apartment
· The basement of my house on Goodyear Avenue, this needs no explanation
There you go. The top 15 or so locations around Grand Falls-Windsor that define who I am. I’m going to miss them, but not enough to come back all that often.
· The hill behind Steve Connors house where we used to go sliding
· The bank of the Exploits River that me, Ween and Bursey scaled and almost killed ourselves on 14 times in one afternoon
· The Rock. The bar in that building may always suck, but its where my first bar was
· The G spot behind the hospital where we used to go skateboarding, I guess Sobeys’ parking lot falls in there too
· The field next to Bern Sweeney’s Irving where we used to play football
· Lind Avenue Playground, way too many good times to list
· NDA, enough said
· Joe Byrne Memorial Stadium, I played a lot of hockey there, and watched a lot of Jones’ Shield games there
· Louis John Hill, underage drinking and a summer being paid to hang out up there
· Goudie’s basement, where Our Mom’s Say We’re Cool started
· Junction Road, where I honed my street hockey goaltending skills
· EV Mall, being a mallrat at 13 was always a good way to kill a Saturday
· Goodyear Avenue ball fields broken nose, sprained ankle, and a bit of baseball
· Centennial Field, being a kid and having Great Big Sea practically baby-sit you during the Salmon Festival is definitely list worthy
· The Arts & Culture Center, too many plays and music festivals to count
· My Pops old apartment
· The basement of my house on Goodyear Avenue, this needs no explanation
There you go. The top 15 or so locations around Grand Falls-Windsor that define who I am. I’m going to miss them, but not enough to come back all that often.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
How Geek Night saved my life
So for some time now my friends and I have been pondering a question that reminds us of the proverbial "chicken or the egg" quandry.
Whats lamer? The fact that three of my best friends spend every Monday night religiously playing Dungeons and Dragons, or that I have nothing to do on Monday because three of my best friends are playing Dungeons and Dragons?
Lame or not, this past Monday, Geek Night saved me from myself.
As you may be aware by now, this is exam week at my beloved College of the North Atlantic, my last exam week actually, yet despite the fact that I've had a brutal semester studying is something I can't bring myself to do as much as I should. In fact, when Monday night rolled around I called Soup to go get a coffee or something, to which he reminded me it was Geek Night.
Now normally, I play hockey on Monday nights , so I forgot about Geek Night, but when Soup reminded me I was kind of greatful, because it meant I had nothing to do, so I stayed home and studied for my OB exam, something I really needed to do.
Thank you, Geek Night.
PS. Guys, if you could bust out some D&D tonight when I'm supposed to be studying accounting, that'd be super.
Whats lamer? The fact that three of my best friends spend every Monday night religiously playing Dungeons and Dragons, or that I have nothing to do on Monday because three of my best friends are playing Dungeons and Dragons?
Lame or not, this past Monday, Geek Night saved me from myself.
As you may be aware by now, this is exam week at my beloved College of the North Atlantic, my last exam week actually, yet despite the fact that I've had a brutal semester studying is something I can't bring myself to do as much as I should. In fact, when Monday night rolled around I called Soup to go get a coffee or something, to which he reminded me it was Geek Night.
Now normally, I play hockey on Monday nights , so I forgot about Geek Night, but when Soup reminded me I was kind of greatful, because it meant I had nothing to do, so I stayed home and studied for my OB exam, something I really needed to do.
Thank you, Geek Night.
PS. Guys, if you could bust out some D&D tonight when I'm supposed to be studying accounting, that'd be super.
Monday, April 03, 2006
Now taking submissions for a deprecating nickname for the Palm Treo, ala "CrackBerry"
It's actually surprising how ranting on a blog can make you feel better about a particular topic, so let me now inform you all on the wonder that is my Palm Treo 600.
I got this thing a little over a year ago and I loved it. It had everything, an mp3 player, camera, dayplanner, solitaire, oh yeah and I could use it to call people too. But either way I loved it, it went everywhere with me and I was always the first to chime in on the wonders of the Treo, and how far superior to the BlackBerry it actually is.
Then, disaster struck. I had always had trouble with the phones headset. This wasn't a big deal because I didn't mind using the speaker for music, and I hated handsfree calling. I assumed that the problem was I was trying to listen to music on a handsfree headset, and it wasn't meant for that, and hence my problem. But then I got an adapter to make it possible to use regular headphones and encountered the same problem. I realized that the issue was in fact, my phone, and decided to bring it back to The Source to get them to fix it.
This all went down in early December, at which time I should have sent it in, but they told me it would be gone for like 3 weeks and they couldn't give me anything remotely on par with it as a loaner, so I said I'd wait and left the store. In the months that passed a little spot developed on the screen. It wasn't a dead spot because it still responded to touch, but the color was gone. I decided that this enough to warrant the 3 weeks without my phone so I sent it in to be fixed with a little over a week left on the warranty.
I continue to lose my mind over the next two weeks as not only my phone is gone, but my computer is as well. This cuts me off completely from the technological world and I feel like a friggin' caveman. How do the Amish do it? But my phone does not come back, but I'm sent a brand new replacement a week early, and I get all giddy. This is also the day I order my new laptop, so I'm all kinds of psyched. Until my phone fails to upload my phonebook from the computer when I HotSync and I have to input 200 numbers back in by hand.
But a week later, the unthinkable happens, my phone stops making noise. The headset jack is now permantly recognizing headphones, and thusly cuts off all sounds to the speakers, I freak out and bring it promptly back to the Source, where I am given the same loaner phone, and sent on my way.
I get a call Friday that another replacement has been sent in, and I pick it up on Saturday afternoon. I have tinkered a bit and manage to get the HotSync thing working and I'm saved the hassle of retyping all these numbers for the third time.
This is all well and good until last night. I take my phone to the stadium as I always do, and on the way down plug in the adapter and listen to some music on my headphones, which cut in and out a bit, generally pissing me off, but my phone works, so I'm not going to push my luck. Then I come home after the game and unplug the headphones to be met by...no sound. Again.
I am now doing all in my power not to pitch my phone into the bit of snowbank thats left in the driveway. But I manage to make it through the night, and my 9am exam before walking into The Source and being met by looks of "again?!". This time however, they make an offer that I can't help getting a bit psyched over. They request that I'm given a free upgrade to the Treo 650 when they replace my phone this time, they stress the amount of shit I've gone through and how it's tainted my view of the product and all that stuff. I'm thinking "sweeeeet" but trying not to get to built up because I'm thinking that I'll probably be given another 600, which will probably crap out on me again.
At least the loaner phone this time has a walkie talkie built in, thats pretty awesome.
I got this thing a little over a year ago and I loved it. It had everything, an mp3 player, camera, dayplanner, solitaire, oh yeah and I could use it to call people too. But either way I loved it, it went everywhere with me and I was always the first to chime in on the wonders of the Treo, and how far superior to the BlackBerry it actually is.
Then, disaster struck. I had always had trouble with the phones headset. This wasn't a big deal because I didn't mind using the speaker for music, and I hated handsfree calling. I assumed that the problem was I was trying to listen to music on a handsfree headset, and it wasn't meant for that, and hence my problem. But then I got an adapter to make it possible to use regular headphones and encountered the same problem. I realized that the issue was in fact, my phone, and decided to bring it back to The Source to get them to fix it.
This all went down in early December, at which time I should have sent it in, but they told me it would be gone for like 3 weeks and they couldn't give me anything remotely on par with it as a loaner, so I said I'd wait and left the store. In the months that passed a little spot developed on the screen. It wasn't a dead spot because it still responded to touch, but the color was gone. I decided that this enough to warrant the 3 weeks without my phone so I sent it in to be fixed with a little over a week left on the warranty.
I continue to lose my mind over the next two weeks as not only my phone is gone, but my computer is as well. This cuts me off completely from the technological world and I feel like a friggin' caveman. How do the Amish do it? But my phone does not come back, but I'm sent a brand new replacement a week early, and I get all giddy. This is also the day I order my new laptop, so I'm all kinds of psyched. Until my phone fails to upload my phonebook from the computer when I HotSync and I have to input 200 numbers back in by hand.
But a week later, the unthinkable happens, my phone stops making noise. The headset jack is now permantly recognizing headphones, and thusly cuts off all sounds to the speakers, I freak out and bring it promptly back to the Source, where I am given the same loaner phone, and sent on my way.
I get a call Friday that another replacement has been sent in, and I pick it up on Saturday afternoon. I have tinkered a bit and manage to get the HotSync thing working and I'm saved the hassle of retyping all these numbers for the third time.
This is all well and good until last night. I take my phone to the stadium as I always do, and on the way down plug in the adapter and listen to some music on my headphones, which cut in and out a bit, generally pissing me off, but my phone works, so I'm not going to push my luck. Then I come home after the game and unplug the headphones to be met by...no sound. Again.
I am now doing all in my power not to pitch my phone into the bit of snowbank thats left in the driveway. But I manage to make it through the night, and my 9am exam before walking into The Source and being met by looks of "again?!". This time however, they make an offer that I can't help getting a bit psyched over. They request that I'm given a free upgrade to the Treo 650 when they replace my phone this time, they stress the amount of shit I've gone through and how it's tainted my view of the product and all that stuff. I'm thinking "sweeeeet" but trying not to get to built up because I'm thinking that I'll probably be given another 600, which will probably crap out on me again.
At least the loaner phone this time has a walkie talkie built in, thats pretty awesome.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
I got sprung!
Around suppertime last night I wound up falling asleep watching The Three Amigos on cable and woke up at like 11. This meant not only was it too late to go get a movie, it meant I had successfully fucked up my sleep patterns.
Sure enough, 6 am rolls around and I'm still tossing and turning trying desperately to get some much needed sleep. I'm not sure when I actually did fall asleep, but I know it was late/early.
When I pulled myself out of bed at 2 I noticed something very alarming. While my alarm clock and CD player were showing 1:54 pm, my laptop and the digital cable guide were showing that it was almost 3. Then it hits me, Daylight Savings Time. The clocks got sprung ahead and I've wasted even more of my day than I thought, a day I could have spent watching The Three Amigos.
But what gets me on this is, what if I didn't have an internet connection or digital cable. I wouldn't know. I actually had to goto the time setting on my phone and restart it to get it to show the new time. Without all these technical advancements I would have operated on this Sunday without realizing that I had lost the hour, which I'm sure could have proved disasterous when I went to my exam tomorrow.
The media just didn't remind people this year. I don't get it. They're so focused on sensational news to grab our attention that Nancy Grace can't take the 10 seconds of her "someone might have done something to someone, but I'm going to crucify them" time to remind the world that the time is changing this weekend, I guess she knew she'd be losing an hour.
I guess they've realized what The Daily Show has known for so long, the televised news is meant for entertainment, if people these days want real information they'll read a blog.
Sure enough, 6 am rolls around and I'm still tossing and turning trying desperately to get some much needed sleep. I'm not sure when I actually did fall asleep, but I know it was late/early.
When I pulled myself out of bed at 2 I noticed something very alarming. While my alarm clock and CD player were showing 1:54 pm, my laptop and the digital cable guide were showing that it was almost 3. Then it hits me, Daylight Savings Time. The clocks got sprung ahead and I've wasted even more of my day than I thought, a day I could have spent watching The Three Amigos.
But what gets me on this is, what if I didn't have an internet connection or digital cable. I wouldn't know. I actually had to goto the time setting on my phone and restart it to get it to show the new time. Without all these technical advancements I would have operated on this Sunday without realizing that I had lost the hour, which I'm sure could have proved disasterous when I went to my exam tomorrow.
The media just didn't remind people this year. I don't get it. They're so focused on sensational news to grab our attention that Nancy Grace can't take the 10 seconds of her "someone might have done something to someone, but I'm going to crucify them" time to remind the world that the time is changing this weekend, I guess she knew she'd be losing an hour.
I guess they've realized what The Daily Show has known for so long, the televised news is meant for entertainment, if people these days want real information they'll read a blog.
Byrne, Soup, and I all fail to suit up.
Last night I was presented with two options for the night. I could either stay at home and study* or go out and get drunk. I had some variables to consider in my equation, such as funding, night/bar preference, and chance that the Cataracts would win in Deer Lake, meaning I would have to DJ at their game tonight and drink for free.
I decided to take my chances that they would lose and go out Friday. Mainly because I like Kelly's, but also because there was going to be something at Mingles tonight I really wanted to avoid. So I call up Soup and Byrne, tell them to suit up, knowing full well they, nor I, would actually suit up, and we head over to Soup's around 9.
After consuming a fair number of beverages of an alcoholic nature me and Byrne leave Soup and head over to Kelly's, complete with a couple pocket rockets for the 5 minute walk. Unsurprisingly, we're met by a group of people at the door anxiously awaiting entry. So we wait, and after several minutes, Byrne says fuck it and goes to JimiJaks, something I outright refuse, knowing that I'm next in line to get in. The funny thing is, dude is just out of sight when the door opens up and I get let in.
Kelly's proves to be worth the wait. I continue my drinking and at about 3 the lights come on as the Cataracts walk in after losing to Deer Lake 7-2 meaning I have tonight off, and I go to walk home, but am called back to jump into a cab and head to a party. This party winds up being me, two other guys, and two women going to one of their houses and drinking Old Sam, so after about an hour of this I decide to head home.
But on my way I text Cater regarding some necessary dodginess.
Moral of the story: Cell phones should be like cars, once your blood alcohol level gets so high you shouldn't be allowed to use them.
* This blogs definition of the word study is watching TV and talking online while there is a textbook open in the room.
I decided to take my chances that they would lose and go out Friday. Mainly because I like Kelly's, but also because there was going to be something at Mingles tonight I really wanted to avoid. So I call up Soup and Byrne, tell them to suit up, knowing full well they, nor I, would actually suit up, and we head over to Soup's around 9.
After consuming a fair number of beverages of an alcoholic nature me and Byrne leave Soup and head over to Kelly's, complete with a couple pocket rockets for the 5 minute walk. Unsurprisingly, we're met by a group of people at the door anxiously awaiting entry. So we wait, and after several minutes, Byrne says fuck it and goes to JimiJaks, something I outright refuse, knowing that I'm next in line to get in. The funny thing is, dude is just out of sight when the door opens up and I get let in.
Kelly's proves to be worth the wait. I continue my drinking and at about 3 the lights come on as the Cataracts walk in after losing to Deer Lake 7-2 meaning I have tonight off, and I go to walk home, but am called back to jump into a cab and head to a party. This party winds up being me, two other guys, and two women going to one of their houses and drinking Old Sam, so after about an hour of this I decide to head home.
But on my way I text Cater regarding some necessary dodginess.
Moral of the story: Cell phones should be like cars, once your blood alcohol level gets so high you shouldn't be allowed to use them.
* This blogs definition of the word study is watching TV and talking online while there is a textbook open in the room.
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