Churches in Las Vegas

In general, I don't read chainmail but every now and then, I get one that, because I have no other mail, I'll read. Most 1% of chainmail I get and read is actual crap, just like I thought it would be, but every now and then, one will be intersting and funny enough to make me literally snort in my coffee laughing. Props to Emma.
THIS MAY COME AS A SURPRISE TO THOSE OF YOU NOT LIVING IN LAS VEGAS ,BUT THERE ARE MORE CATHOLIC CHURCHES THAN CASINOS. NOT SURPRISINGLY, SOME WORSHIPERS AT SUNDAY SERVICE WILL GIVE CASINO CHIPS RATHER THAN CASH WHEN THE BASKET IS PASSED. SINCE THEY GET CHIPS FROM MANY DIFFERENT CASINOS, THE CHURCHES HAVE DEVISED A METHOD TO COLLECT THE OFFERINGS. THE CHURCHES SEND ALL THEIR COLLECTED CHIPS TO A NEARBY FRANCISCAN MONASTERY FOR SORTING AND THEN THE CHIPS ARE TAKEN TO THE CASINOS OF ORIGIN AND CASHED IN. THIS IS DONE BY THE CHIP MONKS.... :-)

Wombats!

Been I while since I posted a Wombat picture, aren't they cute?

Sick at Noon, is really really good

Today, half way through my orchestra rehearsal I realized that I would really benefit from using the almost constantly dormint "sick room" at my school. I say to my* orchestra conductor "Can i go take a nap, I really can't be standing up for half an hour". So i go and kinda puff the pillow on this little cot, then crash. For ten minutes. Then twenty minutes. Then thirty minutes. Then forty-five minutes. I wake up in the midst of lunch, totally refreshed. I think i should make this a regular part of my schedule.

After Murphys concert

I got about 2 hours of sleep, roused myself and went to work. Still in training. I had a sort of foam dysfunction for the day. Either i'd steam the milk to much so it would burn, of not get any foam. Cappuccinos were out of the realm of possibility. But, put on a game face and get back in. Side note; the seven seasons of west wing paid off, there was a word in the cape cod times cross word. 4 across is Dule. Worked a 5 hour shift, with supervision by experts. Came home, then slept like the dead. Then I got up and wrote this blog entry. I'll sleep again now.

Murphys Concert

It was awesome. The bass rattled your bones, the lyrics pound in your head. I am forever changed.

Training

I have done two days of a training at the coffee shop.
I have learned how to use the register.
I brew coffee, make espresso and steam milk.
Steaming is my specialty. I'm a natural.
I hail barista boy the steamer god!

I make a decision

I have decided that while i wait to get a barista a job, i'll start war and peace. Updates on progress to follow.

7 seasons of west wing completed

I feel a great sense of accomplishment that generally is reserved for marathon runners, but after 3 months i have watched a grand total of more then 250 hours of The West Wing. It is one of the best American Television series ever, I suggest that any one interested watch the 1st and 3rd season especially carefully. They are by far the best written.

Barista Boy to train

...Someday. Still not defiantly scheduled but it will happen...someday. More on the new job as information becomes available.

The good, the bad, and the ugly

The good: first week of school done, with no real screw-ups, no f's no d' no c's (no b's or a's either though). That and a bagpipe gig tonight makes good seem really good.
The bad: boatload of homework this weekend, including a lab report and a french paragraph. This takes a little away from the good.
The ugly: This poison ivy I've got ringing my eyes and across my lower lip. It itches like crazy, so I'm focused on the ugly in life; the other stuff, not so much.

Barista Boy to be trained

Tomorrow, barista boy begins his training process to become a real barista. May the public go and tell all your friends, that it might be wise to avoid drinking coffee for a few days till I get it done to a science.

Barista Boy plans to wear tweed, plaid tie

Barista Boy plans to wear tweed, plaid tie tomorrow to school, in order to emulate his history teachers old professor. Updates on the result later.

Barista Boy Completes first day of school

After much anticipation, school has begun. Barista Boy showed up ready for any task. Be it analyzing a bell curve, or defining broad topics such as civilization, he was on fire. Since his successful completion of Manon des Sources and spectacular answer en Francais to the question "how did you spend your summer and, what's your passion?" he feels the year has started strong. Hold in there. Finishing the mere 30 pages of history reading without hindrence, he has made short work of the first night of homework. Let it be know to all, Barista boy is ready for school!

Barista Boy Finishes French

Yippee, that the joy rain from the heavens and bring forth the finest donuts and coffee in all the land! (image a fireworks going off with the 1812 overture playing in the background, as this message rolls star wars style up the screen).

Call me Barista Boy

Bagger boy is indeed employed again. This is a big step up seeing as I'll probably make 50 cents more an hour plus tips. Of course there'll be fewer hours because of school. Because of my new venue as a hip student-barista, I will probably think about doing something to be a little more Mediterranean, learning Italian or going tanning probably. Come offer your support (and tips) and your local Joe O'.

Slow news day

So...um...uh...How about them Red Sox's? The rookie threw a no-hitter a few nights ago. "Emma" a poster on this site turned 15, little shout out "HI EMMA". What else i got, no horrifying appliance disappearances, unless you count the alarm clock, which,um, slip and fell on the ice. Yeah, that's right, the alarm clock fell. Readers, your probably thinking "what is he doing, when he has nothing to say?". Well, first and foremost, I am avoiding french reading. I have less the 24 hours know, so I really should do a little. Enjoy your first days of school. May the teachers be merciful, the homework be light, and the snow fall heavy.