PlanetFeedback's Mr. Helpful

We miss you.

n/t

Ive spent most of my life doing things different than most people.

That doesnt mean you'll find me out doing wild and wacky things that
only the strangest people alive would do. I do the same things
everyone else does...I just do them differently.

And it's usually the hard way.

For instance, when bowling, most people take five steps or at least
four before releasing the ball. Not me. I stand almost past the ball
return and take three steps...three VERY small steps and on that third
step, I nearly bury my foot into the floor and cut loose. It's a very
strange style however I can routinely throw a 200 game with a house
ball.

Or golf. I position the ball far enough in front of my left foot that
it's like I was hitting a baseball. And I use a baseball grip on my
clubs. Im not quite as successful with golf as bowling...I hand in
the low 90s.

The worst example is drumming. I play the drums...well, I did.
Havent really sat behind a set in about 8 years. I started when I was
18 and played in bands for a couple of years before being sucked into
the world of business. Nowadays, you can play any instrument any way
you like and no one cares however in the mid seventies, there were
RULES. And a huge rule for drummers was you had to play right handed
(which I was) and you had to play cross handed (which I didnt). Cross
handed means keeping time on the high hat with your right hand and
hitting the snare drum with your left. I couldnt do it and keep time.
The only way I could play was to keep time on the high hat with my
left hand and hit the snare with my right. This would cause snorts of
derision from anyone watching, especially my younger brother who was
the guitar whiz in our band. He used to scream at me to "PLAY THE
RIGHT WAY" and I, never much of a follower, would scream back "IF YOU
DONT SHUT UP IM GONNA SHOVE THIS DRUMSTICK UP YOUR XXX!!!"

Anyways, the whole point of this lengthy post is Ive gone and been
"different" again. In the middle of this massive heat wave, even here
in Seattle, Ive grown a beard.

Heh.

Playing On KHELP radio (where the hits just keep on
coming...bam...bam...BAM!) tonight is:

Remedy--Black Crowes

I don't care for a lot of Black Crowes stuff but that song rules.

So, let's talk music, shall we? As I putter through the work day (and
the rest of the day, for that matter) the underlying foundation is
music, music, music! It's always playing in the background...or
foreground when I have my headphones on.

Im all over the map with my taste in music. About the only genre I
dont like is rap (although I have a few of those songs too).
Otherwise, Im there, dude.

The Mr. Helpful music collection resides on my Windows machine. Ive
gone through and digitzed 250 cds, 400 cassette tapes and 600 albums
(geez, can you tell what era Im from?). Plus Ive bought a fair share
of songs online.

This means Ive got just over 6,000 songs on my computer at the current
time. That doesnt represent every song on all that other media...I
actually went through every album, every cassette and every CD and
digitized only the songs I like. The CD's were fairly easy...I just
ripped the songs as they appeared on my screen. But the albums and
cassettes were a different matter altogether. I had to capture every
single song in real time. Needless to say, it took me a LONG time to
create this library. Yeah, I know. I need a life.

Right now Ive got about half of my library on my MP3 player.

So how about you? How do you store and listen to your music?

Where does the time go?

Honest to God, I swear sometimes I dont know where the time goes!

It was just yesterday we were celebrating Cinco De Mayo and now it's
almost the end of June. What in the heck is going on? Did someone
put life on fast forward?

Or maybe it's that the crystal meth just kicked in.

JUST JOKING!!

Heh heh heh....

It's just past midnight and here I sit on my deck, thirty feet up from
the ground, encased in darkness, listening to the rain fall while Im
trying to think of something compelling to type.

These are the peaceful moments even as the peepers begin croaking once
again. In a few minutes, I'll trudge off to bed, tired but relaxed,
ready to get up in seven hours or so and do this PFB thing all over
again.

We've got a lot of stuff going on yet, even as we move forward, it's
so exciting to see how the community is coming together. Sure there
are bumps in the road however, overall, we're in a much better place
now than we were a couple of years ago.

We have you, the site users to thank for that. It may not always seem
like your voice is heard but, trust me, it is. We cant do everything
all at once however we are making incremental progress, day by day.
That's exactly how solid foundations are built.

We'd just like to express our heartfelt thanks to everyone who finds
value in the experience that PFB offers. With your support, things
will only get better.

The peepers have stopped croaking. It's no longer raining. Time to
go to bed.

So I'm sitting here in the breakfast area of the Marriott Residence
Inn in Portland, Oregon.

I need to give a great big shoutout to the hotel. Free wireless
internet. A very comfortable room with a decent size work area. Very
friendly staff. Heck, make that EXTREMELY friendly staff. There was
a maintenance guy fixing the door closer on a sliding glass door next
to where Im sitting. When he was done, he turned and asked if he
could take my dirty plate from my table. That was kind of amazing, to
say the least.

All in all, the Residence Inn did a great job!

Little by little, PlanetFeedback is expanding your ability to connect
with fellow PFB users!

Now you have a place where you can express your thoughts beyond just a
response to a letter. And there's more to come. We've just scratched
the surface.

So play with your new toy and rest assured that we're working hard
every day to make sure your voice is heard!