So much going on- O the haters!
So much has been going on, and I have not had a chance to post a normal blog post in a while. I have been doing the MTV thing which has been interesting, but much more work than I had anticipated. What was I thinking? Hey, now I actually can shoot and edit video halfway decent. It just took a while. I took a class at KDHX and have regular tutoring sessions at the Mac store. It is odd doing "professional" blogging, especially in such an odd forum as this MTV site. The thing is more formal than I was expecting. That is okay, it is regulatin' my writin'.
I finally got some decent stuff up there, and with a lil' help with some friends I have been able to cover more than I had originally. I will link to it when I get a few more pieces up, but if you want to find it, you can find it if you dig. I will probably offer some commentary on this site that is not proper for that site here soon.
Quick updates-
spring has been bumping. Our business has been explosive since we went smoke free. I will do a formal overly statistical analysis on that later. But needless to say, last year was crazy in the spring. Last year was nuthin' compared to this year. Overall I have gotten props from everyone. Friends. Patrons. Smokers. Old folks. Young folks. Hipsters. Old time bar flies. Everyone loves it.
Now there have been a few detractors. Now I can't say exactly how many are hatin', for most haters would mutter outside of my earshot. But I know that my good crew of smokers come in with the same regularity. Johnny. Heather. Mark. Lou. Vanessa. Todd. We still love them. They still love us. There is still a lot of love.
But sometimes there is not so much love. I hit some of the hate when I was down on the Landing of all places, seein' Pokey LaFarge, and I stepped up the bar to grab a drink. While I have a natural aversion to the Landing, I do like drinking close to the river while listening to hobo music.
"I hate your bar!"
"Excuse me?"
This woman was next to me at the bar and recognized me. She had a sour look on her face.
"I hate your bar! You asked me if you wanted to go no smoking, and I typed back and told you!"
"Pardon me?"
"You won't let me smoke in your bar!"
I was taken aback. I do get haters expressing themselves to me justified and otherwise, but I was not expecting such a sharp unprovoked expression of hatred. Being in the business, I have learned to take it in stride.
"Well, I did read your opinion. You were one of nine people that wanted to keep it smoking. I am sure you noticed that the others who wrote in that really wanted the smoke free."
She kept this near fury in her eyes affixed upon me.
"You know I live above the bar. It is my house."
She looked like she was starting to snarl.
"Okay, well, you are more than welcome to come down. I now know you hate the place, but let me assure you, you are still very much welcome down and smoke. All you gotta do is step outside for a square." I then tipped my hat, grabbed my drinks, threw down a tip and moved on.
O, being diplomatic can be an art. Amazing how such a simple little policy keeps the haters out. We got a few tricks that do that.
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So I got some other news too- we are still working hard on Cherokee Street. Some progress will hopefully be made despite some absurd setbacks. It is a bit complicated and I am hesitant to go into it too much until I have better news.
Um, I sold my Honda CB750 motorbike and picked up a Yamaha Vmax. I am selling the Cadillac. No plans on another car until next year. Once I sell the Eldog I will be down to one 12 year old car and one 12 year old bike. I can't complain. Then in the next year I will drop the bike and car and get a Buick. I also need a new pedal bike, for my old one got ganked last week.
Er, I have an annoying new bloggy type of activity. It is called twitter. You might notice it to the right. It gives you way more information that you really want to know about my activity. It is addictive.
I am going to some fights on Thursday night. Demetrius is fighting. It will be at Grbic. I am looking forward to it. I got a table.
I do have some fun blog posts, but I need to get a few seconds to catch up.
I finally got some decent stuff up there, and with a lil' help with some friends I have been able to cover more than I had originally. I will link to it when I get a few more pieces up, but if you want to find it, you can find it if you dig. I will probably offer some commentary on this site that is not proper for that site here soon.
Quick updates-
spring has been bumping. Our business has been explosive since we went smoke free. I will do a formal overly statistical analysis on that later. But needless to say, last year was crazy in the spring. Last year was nuthin' compared to this year. Overall I have gotten props from everyone. Friends. Patrons. Smokers. Old folks. Young folks. Hipsters. Old time bar flies. Everyone loves it.
Now there have been a few detractors. Now I can't say exactly how many are hatin', for most haters would mutter outside of my earshot. But I know that my good crew of smokers come in with the same regularity. Johnny. Heather. Mark. Lou. Vanessa. Todd. We still love them. They still love us. There is still a lot of love.
But sometimes there is not so much love. I hit some of the hate when I was down on the Landing of all places, seein' Pokey LaFarge, and I stepped up the bar to grab a drink. While I have a natural aversion to the Landing, I do like drinking close to the river while listening to hobo music.
"I hate your bar!"
"Excuse me?"
This woman was next to me at the bar and recognized me. She had a sour look on her face.
"I hate your bar! You asked me if you wanted to go no smoking, and I typed back and told you!"
"Pardon me?"
"You won't let me smoke in your bar!"
I was taken aback. I do get haters expressing themselves to me justified and otherwise, but I was not expecting such a sharp unprovoked expression of hatred. Being in the business, I have learned to take it in stride.
"Well, I did read your opinion. You were one of nine people that wanted to keep it smoking. I am sure you noticed that the others who wrote in that really wanted the smoke free."
She kept this near fury in her eyes affixed upon me.
"You know I live above the bar. It is my house."
She looked like she was starting to snarl.
"Okay, well, you are more than welcome to come down. I now know you hate the place, but let me assure you, you are still very much welcome down and smoke. All you gotta do is step outside for a square." I then tipped my hat, grabbed my drinks, threw down a tip and moved on.
O, being diplomatic can be an art. Amazing how such a simple little policy keeps the haters out. We got a few tricks that do that.
***
So I got some other news too- we are still working hard on Cherokee Street. Some progress will hopefully be made despite some absurd setbacks. It is a bit complicated and I am hesitant to go into it too much until I have better news.
Um, I sold my Honda CB750 motorbike and picked up a Yamaha Vmax. I am selling the Cadillac. No plans on another car until next year. Once I sell the Eldog I will be down to one 12 year old car and one 12 year old bike. I can't complain. Then in the next year I will drop the bike and car and get a Buick. I also need a new pedal bike, for my old one got ganked last week.
Er, I have an annoying new bloggy type of activity. It is called twitter. You might notice it to the right. It gives you way more information that you really want to know about my activity. It is addictive.
I am going to some fights on Thursday night. Demetrius is fighting. It will be at Grbic. I am looking forward to it. I got a table.
I do have some fun blog posts, but I need to get a few seconds to catch up.
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