It’s a Blue Mile Podcast Short! A Very Important Public Service Announcement
Listen up, ladies. It’s for your own good.
Back from the Abyss
Hey, kids. So, it’s been awhile. I’ve missed you. (But not really.) I thought that I’d take a moment to say hello while I had chance. But the key element here is why I have that chance in the first place. Presently, I’m sitting in a meeting. I was told that I must come to this meeting. In fact, this meeting is being held in my classroom. But I’m getting ahead of myself. This morning, out entire faculty had to sit through a meeting about Differentiated Instruction. This is a really fancy way of saying, “Some students are smarter than others and, therefore, you have to teach at a rate that allows all students to learn.” When you go to school to learn to be a teacher, you’re actually never told this directly…because if you can’t realize that without being told, you ought to be shot and your body used for socially taboo sexual practices. The woman who was presenting started her presentation by asking if we wanted to see a picture of her kids.
Clearly, we did not.
She showed us anyway…what a bitch.
It was very shortly thereafter that I stopped paying attention. However, I did hear her ask what type of candy bar we were. What she meant is that there are several personality types and we can associate that with various candy bars. Our choices? Kit-Kats, Toblerone, Tootsie Rolls, or M&Ms. I have no idea what each candy represents because I couldn’t listen to this idiot woman who thought that Tootsie Rolls and M&Ms were candy bars.
Moron.
Then I had to sit through a training meeting for a program which I was told I would never, as a middle school teacher, ever use. The training is still going on as I type this. Using equipment that I don’t have, I can make a keyboard sound like a dog barking.
What a useful tool for an educator to have.
Morons.
In other news, look out for new podcasts featuring Mah-tee-chay, Patty Pauls, and the Dickster coming real soon…assuming Tugas stops being…you know…Tugas.
Peace.
M-
It’s a Blue Mile Podcast Short! Digitally Mastered for Optimal Performance
The first post in our new series. Get ready for 30 seconds of comedy brilliance.
It's a Blue Mile Podcast Short! Digitally Mastered for Optimal Performance: Play Now | Play in Popup | DownloadCalling all writers!
The podcast crew is getting on in years, so we’re looking for help with the heavy lifting, writing wise. If you live in the Capitol Region and want to have a part in keeping the podcast alive (which you must, if you still have a subscription to this hoary RSS feed), please attend our next writer’s meeting: Thursday, September 18th, 6:30-10:30 p.m. (8:30-10:30 for those in performing ensembles). RSVP (include your email) in the comments below and we’ll send you details on the location and what we’ll be working on. Trust us, it’s a lot more fun than it sounds. Hope to see you then!
Blue Mile Podcast - Sincerely, Maggie
The famous “lost podcast” has finally made it to release.
Blue Mile Podcast - Miffed with Tiff…ed
Blue Mile Podcast - Miffed with Tiff…ed
Either Tiffany has the patience of a saint or she’s been popping Valium before each take. We’re not sure which.
Blue Mile Podcast - Atomic Water
Blue Mile Podcast - Atomic Water
Have we mentioned lately how much we looove the sketch comedy troupe Picnicface? Especially their “Powerthirst” videos? Seriously, do yourselves a favor and check out their act: picnicface.com. Like I said, we love ourselves some Picnicface and would never steal from them ever…
This is actually a parody of a commercial which was an adaptation of their “Powerthirst” sketches…which were parodies themselves to begin with. Follow all that?
We love you, Picnicface. Please don’t sue us.
Blue Mile Podcast - Dailies: Super Street Combat Fighters
Blue Mile Podcast - Dailies: Super Street Combat Fighters
Mike no longer wants to appear on camera, save for nearly every outtake we have. We’re afraid these dailies will only encourage such behavior.
Blue Mile Podcast: RumorSmashers™
Blue Mile Podcast: RumorSmashers™
We were only trying to give the girls something to do. Little did we know it would all go horribly wrong…
Blue Mile Podcast - Dailies: What Happens When You Give a Writer a Red Bull
Blue Mile Podcast - Dailies: What Happens When You Give a Writer a Red Bull
It’s like that book “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie,” only unbearable.
Blue Mile Podcast - Dailies: The Five Worst Things to Say on a Date
Blue Mile Podcast - Dailies: The Five Worst Things to Say on a Date
In real-life film making, the term “dailies” refers to the first prints of a day’s shoot, typically used by the director to pick which takes to use, or by the actor, to make sure any zits, back fat, extra nipples, etc. aren’t visible in the scene.
Of course, the BMP being the BMP, we’re going to use this term in an inappropriate and completely context-free way to highlight our many bloopers.
Also, that Christmas tree? Totally left up until February for lighting purposes.
Blue Mile Podcast - WBMP is On the Air!
Blue Mile Podcast - WBMP is On the Air!
Broadcasting [not] live [at all] from our Capital Region studios, it’s Mike, Chris, Pat, Christian and Eli, bringing you sports, news and commentary…one week too late. Watch out folks, this stuff is definitely NSFW.
Bonus points to those who can identify the other broadcasts on the dial or where this week’s title was stolen from.
Blue Mile Podcast - Coming Summer 2008
Blue Mile Podcast - Coming Summer 2008
Podcasters are notoriously bad satellite manufacturers. Expect this “summer blockbuster” to drop July 2008!
Blue Mile Podcast - Crossing the Picket Lines for YOU!
Blue Mile Podcast - Crossing the Picket Lines for YOU!
The podcast collective has finally opted to betray our comedy-writing brethren to bring you the freshest sports, film and technology commentary the web can provide…which would mean so much more if we actually belonged to the WGA. The Blue Mile Podcast - Bringing You the Scabbiest in Humor Since 2006.
Happy New Year! You’ve Got SARS!
To say that I was sick during the last few days is akin to saying that, every now and again, it could possibly be a little chilly in December in Upstate New York. An understatement of such epic proportions that Satan himself would need to crane his neck and gaze downward to the abyss in order to catch even a fleeting glimpse of such clever wordplay.
The Dark Lord aside, I am feeling much better.
Perhaps a catharsis is necessary. This was more than an illness. This was a punishment. I’m not sure who or what I wronged, let alone to what degree I insulted them/it, but the retribution of this “little 48-hour bug” was so swift and complete that I considered adopting religion. Clearly, I was hallucinating.
Here’s the timeline. At 3:00pm or so on December 30th…New Year’s Eve Eve, if you will, I was feeling a little “off.” I was at Silver Bay and we were preparing for our New Year’s Eve Brunch. I found myself in the kitchen helping the staff prepare Sticky Buns. (Aside: These were not merely sticky buns, but some sort of gift from high atop Mount Olympus. Ambrosia would be like eating dirt, in comparison.) As I watched everyone roll out dough, add butter, brown sugar, walnuts, etc., I was suddenly conflicted. By all accounts, I should have been practically drooling; scheming ways to steal these Sticky Buns and horde them for myself. Instead, I was scheming ways to leave without any one noticing. Deciding that honesty is the best policy (strange coming from me, I know, but as I said, I was sick) I told everyone that I wasn’t feeling well and retired to my room. The subsequent eight hours are somewhat a blur, a feverish, hallucinatory, hellish blur, punctuated by the occasional trip to the rest room to expel whatever lunch remained in my system (which, as it turns out, was none). I have vague recollections of people stopping in to ask how I was doing and if they could get me anything. Evidently, my typical response was, “Death, please.” Even in sickness, I remain funny and obnoxious. In all this time, I couldn’t eat or drink. I tried consuming water but my body decided it was too rough to handle. After eight or so hours of this, I finally decided that the hospital was the place for me.
I don’t want you to think that I’m weak-willed or anything like that. But what with the diabetes and the not eating for a third of a day, I thought swallowing my pride and seeking professional help was a better alternative than death. Call me crazy. So, Jocelyn, ever the forward thinker, grabbed a garbage can and her car keys and off to Ticonderoga we went. With only a single episode of violent vomiting en route, we strolled into the ER at 1:45am. Shockingly, (but not at all shockingly) no one else was there. The woman working the admittance desk took my information (which she typed using only two fingers for she must have been that efficient) and I met the nurse in the next room. She assured me that it was only the flu, and the doctor was on his way down. I waited…and waited…and then, waited some more. Considering this was the North Country, in the middle of the night, in a snowstorm, and I was the only person in the ER, it made perfect sense that I laid there as long as I did. But eventually, he saw fit to grace me with his presence and was, I’ll admit, very nice. He said they were going to put me on an IV of Saline to help with the dehydration and do some blood work. “No problem!” I thought. The nurse came back in and said, “We have a very nice lady who has to do only two more IV’s for her certification. Would it be all right if she did your IV?”
Now, let’s pause for a second. Let’s just take into account that I was very sick, it was very late, and I, clearly, am an idiot. Right then…continuing on:
“Sure!” I said! The would-be nurse came down and seemed very nice. I started to become nervous when she began asking questions like, “Do I need this thing?” and “How does this part connect again?” but I convinced myself she was just being thorough and careful.
My ass.
Once everything was prepared, I turned my head away and bore down into the pain. She complimented me on my “excellent veins” and asked if I was ready. “Go for it,” I said. Hearing phrases like, “Oops” and sounds like, “Hmm…” are things one never wants to hear in an ER. After what seemed like hours, I was told they were going to try again. “Oh, goodie!” I thought. This time, the real nurse tried and was successful without incident. In these cases, one can never hear “I’m sorry” quite enough.
The rest of the stay was mostly standard stuff. They neglected to warm the saline before administering it, making my arm feel freakishly cold. They gave me this awesome anti-nausea drug. The doctor came back, gave me some prescriptions, and sent me on my way.
All in all, it was a fantastic way to end 2007. It could have been worse though, I could have remained so tired that I fell asleep at 8:30pm on New Year’s Eve. That would have been totally lame…
Learning Curves…
Education is a unique field. I would say that education is a very unique field, but I am educated and, therefore, no better. The State of New York places a great deal of importance on education, especially if you intend on being an educator. To that end, the Powers That Be mandate that to be an educator, one must complete an accepted Master’s Degree program within five years of obtaining your Bachelor’s Degree. I don’t think that anyone believes this to be unreasonable. (At least, I don’t. And for the purposes of this editorial, that’s all that matters…ever.)
One could (read, should) assume that if you’ve completed a Bachelor’s Degree and have been accepted to an accredited Master’s Program, you have certain requisite skills, such as the ability to write a coherent sentence, conjugate verbs correctly, and spell. Alas, this is not always the case. In fact, with such pressures on teachers, it’s a little odd and more than a little surprising when one meets teacher’s aides. Now, before I launch into a tirade about teacher’s aides, I will say that many (if not most of them) are extremely talented and very helpful in a classroom. That being said, there are others who don’t deserve to talk to children, let alone teach them or (for Christ’s sake) have them. Here are but a few examples of things I have personally witnessed at my school. (The names have been changed to protect the innocent. Well, more my job than the innocent.)
Let’s discuss Mrs. Dean. I’m not sure of her first name, but I’m assuming it’s mostly consonants and improperly paired phonemic sounds. Mrs. Dean helps out in the 5th Grade Classroom…partially by taking up two seats due to her size and, therefore, decreasing class size. (That is to say, decreasing class size in the number of students not in the overall volume of people.) If a student misbehaves (and the planets are aligned properly) Mrs. Dean may intercede and correct that student’s behavior. Most often, she will intercede by saying something like this: “Yo…you best be knockin’ that crap off right now, ‘fore I get real mad. You ain’t be wantin’ to see me when I mad!” I think everyone in my building can agree, at least with the first part. “We ain’t be wantin’ to see her…” At the end of a particular day, I had brought the 5th Grade down the hall to meet their teacher and Mrs. Dean. As we were waiting for the teacher, Mrs. Dean came down the hall, dancing (more accurately, undulating) and declaring, “Yo…Mrs. Dean be going to a strip club after work! WOOO!!” As I looked on, in obvious shock, she laughed at my reaction, saying, “Don’t worry, my kids know what I’m about!” And then she laughed, a hearty, jolly, morbidly obese laugh.
We certainly can’t forget about Ms. Adams who, at the tender age of 22, has three children in our elementary school. As Mom is always around, her children tend to think twice about misbehaving…and then misbehave anyway. But it’s all right, as we excuse most (all) of their misdeeds because “their mother is always around to deal with the problem.” I’m not even sure what that means. The Principal said it though, so it doesn’t matter. At least, that’s what I’m told.
Instruction Support staff require an Associate’s Degree. First year teachers require a Bachelor’s Degree. Tenured teachers either have or are in the process of getting a Master’s Degree. In my Master’s Degree program, there is a student by the name of Alison Grace. Remember this name well (even though it isn’t her real name), because you will undoubtedly hear about her in the years to come, probably in a headline such as, “NFL Cheerleader Part of Player Prostitution Ring!” Alison is working towards being an NFL Cheerleader. Clearly, the Master’s Degree is fodder for some upcoming Beauty Pageant. But Cheerleading is a profession where one must be very attractive, smile broadly, and preferably say very little. I’m assuming Alison meets the first two criteria (it’s an online class, so I’ve never actually seen her) but she fails spectacularly at the last point. In fact, when she makes a comment in our classroom forums, I gather together my housemates so they may be entertained by her ramblings. And that’s what they are, even in the most generous way. Another classmate wrote something relating to the attention spans of younger students. In her reply, Alison, evidently relying on her memory (which was a mistake) changed attention spans to “tenting spans.” The breadth of one’s tent is an important issue; that goes without saying. Perhaps that conversation was better left to another time, however.
I thought that I would include some of her postings so you could fully appreciate her writing style…such as it is. Part of our responsibility in class is to post at least three times per day for four days, excluding the posts made in the course of our normal class assignments. For these responses, the criterion states that we must post, at least, 200 words. The syllabus specifically says, “Answers of ‘yes’ or ‘no’, ‘I agree’ or ‘I disagree’ are not acceptable. Answers must be substantive.” The fault then becomes that of the teacher because it will become clear to you that Alison could never possibly understand the word “substantive.” Therefore, I have only included the original question followed by Alison’s post. My commentary follows each item:
Here is her biography, just so we can all be on the same page…
“Greetings Everyone! My name is Alison Grace. I just turn 24 on the 16th of last month (yea!), so there’s not much that I can say about me that I’ve already done professionally. I have no children (thank goodness!). I am from Rockingham, North Carolina, I moved to Atlanta, Georgia in mid of 2002, to attend College at American InterContinental University to pursue my BFA in Fine Arts/Computers, and now I want to take things farther and get my Masters in Education to become a Director of Education or President of Fine Arts for a School. I also want to some day open up my own school in a couple of years. I am currently a Computer teacher for Pre-K and Kindergartens. I love being on the Computers of course doing Graphic Design or just exploring. I love to dance (jazz, modern and a little hip hop), I am currently dancing for a professional Basketball team in Georgia and hopefully grow to become an NFL Cheerleader next year. I enjoy eating all kinds of shrimp and crab legs and as well as loving to carrying conversion with people that I may not know, because you never know who you just talked too. I am very excited about pursuing my Masters as well as getting knowledge in Education.”
I remember reading this and thinking, “Obviously she means ‘further’ instead of ‘farther.’ But I’m being somewhat unreasonable…that’s an easy mistake to make!” Oh, how I underestimated her… I mean, she some interesting phrasing, but I didn’t think too much about it. That obvious lack of commas was hardly a blip on my radar. But then? Then I read this:
What are examples of some problems that educators might study, using an action research model?
“Two examples that I see that could be a study would be communication and listening. Being a teacher for only 2 years now, I see so much lack of communication between a student and teacher. For example, in my class of course, every now a then pushing and hitting accurse. So one of the students (John) brought in a transformer toy one day and doing recess time he laid it down where it could be reachable to other students. It just so happens another student (Chris) saw and picked it up and started playing with it and John saw him with it. Instead of John coming to me and letting me know, he decides to put matters in his own hands. John snatches the Transformer out of Chris’s hand and yells “This is my toy”.
Another example would be “Listening”. Oh my goodness, the world would be so much nicer if listening was not an issue. I think just about every day (Monday – Friday), I am telling a least two students to quit putting a toy or a stick from Legos out of their mouths. So me thinking talking them off the Legos or toys and putting them on markers and coloring books it wouldn’t be a problem. So I thought.”
Regardless of the fact that neither communication nor listening is a problem, her response is barely English. Seriously, “…in my class of course, every now a then pushing and shoving accurse?” Does she mean that, “Of course there is pushing and shoving in my class!” or perhaps, “In my class (that is to say, obviously in my class, as I am giving a specific example and how would I know what goes on in someone else’s class)…” And regarding the aforementioned pushing and shoving, is it cursed? Did a warlock or something doom all who pushed and shoved to some eternal damnation? Do students spout expletives while pushing and shoving? And speaking of pushing and shoving…I would be all right with her typing “an” or “ad” or “nd.” Missing a single letter in a word is totally reasonable. Missing two? And what about grammar and spell check? At best, her word processor should have told her that it was a sentence fragment. Mine did, anyway.
Remember substantive responses? Here is a response I wrote:
What are examples of some problems that educators might study using an action research model?
“Perhaps the most common issue that educators face is the behavior of students. In my own career, I have encountered students who’s behavior was so odd (either in the severity of their disrespect or in the idiosyncratic behavior) that I have approached the school psychologist or administration or sometimes both. In these cases, it became clear that significant issues in the child’s home life largely contributed to their attitudes and behaviors in class. Can I say this with absolute certainty? No, as I’ve not done research to lead me to these conclusions. However, common sense would imply that these causes and effects are correlated. But assuming this is true, the implication is that events outside of school building can have a significant effect on performance in school. Therefore, what other events can affect performance? As teachers, we are limited in what we can do relating to a child’s home life. However, we should strive to provide the healthiest and most consistent environment that we can. As such, what factors do we, as teachers and members of a school community have control over? What can we change? How will the aforementioned change affect the child socially, academically, emotionally? Is it within the rights of a teacher (arguably a surrogate parent for six to eight hours a day) to attempt to affect any sort of change in a child’s life other than through the normal dissemination of knowledge?”
And here is the infamous camping response:
“Yes. The behavior of students is a big issue for me, because if a studnet’s has bad behavior, it puts the tenting span off the ones that are behavior well.”
Notice the empty response? The misspelled word with the incorrectly placed possessive “s?” The creation of a something called a “tenting span” quickly followed by an improper use of the word “behavior?” I suppose it could have been worse. She could have said, “…the ones that behavior good.” I quite possibly would have exploded.
I suppose it’s worth mentioning that I copied and pasted her forums posts exactly. I only changed stuff so as to conceal her identity. Because, let’s face it, if you met her on the street, wouldn’t you want to put her out of her misery? On second thought, she may like miseries. They could be her favorite genre of books.
The Smoking Idiot
So I work with a guy that has a Marlboro Jacket. I’ve seen several like them as well as other smoking peripha… peraphi… stuff that other people have. I asked a guy once where he got these accessories and told me that the company just sent them to him. I said “Wow, that’s pretty expensive for a lighter”. With a confused look on his face, he asked what I meant. My reply was as follow: “YOU DUMBASS! I mean your friggin’ lungs and overall personal health. You spend more than $1000 a year on cigarettes that contain what amounts to slightly less then a lead-acid battery. For this Devi’s deal, they send you a jacket and a shiny lighter and with an ignorant smile you say “OK :)”. He replied “How’s that cheeseburger?” Shut your face.
A Good Start To My Day
Some mornings, I’ll wake up and just feel like crap. It happens to all of us and I don’t believe that it’s indicative of a larger problem (so please…no more interventions, all right?) When my alarm goes off, I’ll leap from my bed like a cat who was just hit with a taser, begin to strike the aforementioned clock until it stops making noise (which has led to injuries for both parties), then try and remember the more important factoids for the upcoming days including, but not limited to my name, where I live, and just why the hell is that damn clock making so much freaking noise.
After I remember how to walk, I begrudgingly make my way to the shower. Please don’t get me wrong, I’m all for personal hygiene. It’s just that once I’m in the shower, I’m committed to the day. There’s no turning back. I am officially and completely awake. (This usually leads to a good deal of cursing.) I shower, brush my teeth, accept the fact that I need to shave but choose not to, then make my way back to my room. Assuming that I have to go to work that day, I stare at my closet for a while, trying to will my clothes from their hangers. Surprisingly, this has never worked. It then becomes a matter of which shirt is the least wrinkled, soon followed by which pants are the least wrinkled, and then I finish it all off with the hope that these two items will match…at least a little.
Now, next is the point in my day where it can take a dramatic turn for the better. I set myself down and prepare to put on my shoes. And on rare occasions, I look down to my chosen footwear and, sure enough, my shoelaces are already untied. Is there a greater feeling? You’re probably saying to yourself, “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. How can the overall mood of your day be predicated on your shoelaces?” Well, Mister or Miss (or Misses, lest I be accused of exclusivity), back off! It’s the little things in life that make me smile, so quit raining on my parade. I mean, think about it. I’m already annoyed for having to wake up early and if I’m ready to put on my shoes, I’m just about ready to leave. If the shoes are tied, there’s another obstacle preventing me from progressing in my day (or in other words, being a step closer to going back to bed.) But on good days, I can just slide my feet right in and go. I don’t even need to tie them, really. I can just make my way to the car and tie them at red lights, thereby redirecting my focus and preventing me from being annoyed with said lights and, quite possibly, eliminating the desire to run someone off the road for no other reason than to project my anger somewhere else!
And you thought I was being silly. The reality is I just saved your life…from me…and my road rage…that can only be assuaged by tying shoes. All right, perhaps I was being silly.
All I need to know, I learned in Kindergarten. Except for how to hold my liquor…
Blue Mile Podcast - Back in the Saddle Again
Blue Mile Podcast - Back in the Saddle Again
The Podcast Boys try to get back on the wagon and, in doing so, remember just why they fell off in the first place.
BlueMilePodcast.com - The First of the New Podcasts
Talk about slow and steady! We’re moving over to new servers, so ease up on the complaints, Tugas!
BlueMilePodcast.com - We’re Working On It!
Neither Tugas nor I have any idea of what we’re doing, so you’re going to have to cut us some slack regarding the new BlueMilePodcast.com. We have all sorts of great ideas, most (if not all) of which will never actually come about! So check back often and see what we’re up to! To be honest…I’m not even sure why we need this particular application.
Ask Tugas. She seems to know what’s going on…
-Mike
BlueMilePodcast.com - Chapter Five…the last of the obligatory footage dumping
Chapter Five…the last of the obligatory footage dump
Since we’ve maxed out our free Podomatic storage (498 out of 500MB), this will be the last podcast for a while. We hope to see you on our hit counter after the hiatus.
BlueMilePodcast.com - Chapter Four…Our Love Letter To Samuel Adams
Chapter Four…Our Love Letter To Samuel Adams
The podcast guys wax rhapsodic about the Samuel Adams Perfect Pint glass.
Check out the details here…
http://comments.samueladams.com
…because we’ll give you free advertising if you give us free beer.
BlueMilePodcast.com - Gettin’ Crunky In Beantown
OMGWTFBBO! An update!
Pat provided us with that inspired title. Bet you can’t guess what we did on our summer vacation?
BlueMilePodcast.com - The DH of Fenway High
…and here it is. Our little contribution to the ongoing feud between Sox and Yankees Fans.
Mike’s accent got extremely annoying.
BlueMilePodcast.com - Extreme Makeover: Car Edition
The long awaited Blue Mile Podcast Special!
May “Plig-OWWW” become the catchphrase of the year!
BlueMilePodcast.com - Ginger McCord with “Memories of Christmas”
Ginger McCord with “Memories of Christmas”
Recently discovered footage of Ginger McCord’s historic 1961 performace at the Gaslight Cafe.
Ok, so that’s totally a lie, but it sounds cooler that way.
BlueMilePodcast.com - Not Such A Good Idea
Slow and steady, steady and slow.
BlueMilePodcast.com - Snaps on Two and Four
Solid gone, man. Solid gone.
BlueMilePodcast.com - Happy Lunar New Year!
Our tribute to the Lunar New Year is hidden somewhere in this Vodcast. See if you can spot it…
BlueMilePodcast.com - A Very Special Christmas Message
A Very Special Christmas Message
Happy Holidays from the Blue Mile Podcast!
BlueMilePodcast.com - Direct to Video
The first ever Blue Mile Podcast video podcast, or vodcast, if you will.Answers the age old question “just how long does it take for a redhead to run the length of the music building?”