…back in the day when music was listenable…

I WILL get my inbox cleaned out before I retire to bed tonight, but…

…my music selection right now is absolutely horrible! My MP3 collection is sitting quietly in a computer that I can’t use until my router gets here, so I have a grand total of nine songs on this computer and as good as they are, I’ve listened to them all approximately three million times and they’re starting to get a little old!

Also, I’ve tried not to let anything get to me since I arrived here in Florida – kind of a self-improvement deal, if you will – but today as I was leaving work, I had an increasingly bad headache and somebody finally just pushed my buttons in the wrong way…

ELEVATOR ETIQUETTEam I the only one who understands this?! Obviously we’re all going to the same place, yet apparently the people already waiting for the elevators to show up are just in the way because as soon as that tone is heard, everyone and her** brother shoves their way from the back to get in first. Cramming to fit in so they can get stuck in traffic before anybody else, these people will step on your toes and elbow you out of the way, all with a friendly “Excuse me!” and yet once they’re finally on the elevator, they look at you like you’re some kind of asshole for finding a spot yourself! Twelve people are crammed onto an elevator, practically sitting on each others laps, and the second I get on because there was a little extra standing room (and hey, I was standing directly in front of the door prior to my trampling), I’m the jerk because I bumped someone on the way down.

Tensions rise, people scream, “Hello? 3500 pounds?! Don’t touch my elbow!” True, it was the same elbow that shoved me out of the way in the first place, but I suppose that was different. I always thought it was polite to wait in line and take your turn as it came, but after two weeks of watching six or seven elevators leave before I had the chance because people are rude, I decided to just say “Fuck it” and go with the flow. As if a forty-five minute commute home isn’t bad enough already, we just don’t need this kind of shit building up ontop of it…

** I say her because from my previous experience, the women are typically worse than anybody else at this. She may look hot when you see her walking down the hall, but you can’t truly judge a woman until you’ve observed how she acts in an elevator…

Maybe Kurt wasn’t as crazy as I thought with taking the stairs and all! Oh well, tomorrow is another day, another victory at rummy, and who knows what else is in store for our hero? Tune in next time…

coincidence?

I just realized that the room number that my Dad is in right now is exactly the same as the room I had at the Howard Johnson when I got down here a month ago.

That’s really weird…

all sleep and no play makes Scott a dull boy; plus, pictures from work!

Yesterday I got home from work and pretty much did absolutely nothing but sleep – this irregular bedtime schedule of mine has just got to stop! So basically, here I am up at five o’clock in the morning trying to take care of some of the stuff that I had wanted to do last night…it’s just insane, I tell ya…

For probably the eightieth time this year, I started up my exercise routine again this morning, only this time I’m actually gonna stick to it – I feel like I have to. It’s not so much that I want to drop a little weight, even though of course that’s also a factor, but I just don’t want to end up like my Dad and the rest of the men in my family. Phase Two will be kicking in here shortly, as soon as I can get to the grocery store for some better food and my pots and pans show up in the mail. It won’t be easy because oddly enough, healthy food is more expensive than junk food, but it certainly beats putting yourself in the hospital from eating microwavable fried foods everyday. Nonetheless, if you happen to hear a news story about some guy’s death from exercising and eating too many vegetables in the Tampa Bay area, don’t be surprised!



And I finally took my camera to work with me, too. Apparently the camera part of it still works, it’s just the display that’s toast, but it’s still really weird having to use an actual view-finder after being used to the LCD for so long – is this how people actually took photos back in the old days?! Even though I’m afraid to see the estimates, I’ll have to hunt down a camera shop this weekend and find out how much cash it’s going to take to have the thing repaired. I really like this camera and it’s been very good to me over the years, but I’ve got a feeling that it’ll be cheaper to get a new one than to tear this one apart…

Verizon building –
shot from the courtyard below

western downtown / Bank of America building

southern downtown / Channelside & St. Pete Times Forum
(and my reflection…)

western downtown / SouthTrust Bank & Bank of America buildings

southern downtown / Wachovia building & Davis Islands

 

There’s still a bit of a glare because I was in a hurry, but it still should give those from far away and far-far away a little better idea of where I get to work every day. (all were shot from the 20th floor, except obviously for the one on the ground) Yes, it’s very high up…

Now it’s off to do battle with the morning rush – have a great day! 🙂

What time is it, Mr. Fox?

“Today I did absolutely nothing, and it was everything I’d hoped it could be…”

Ok, so not really, but I only left home once and that was to get something for dinner. I did go to Wal-Mart and return the cheap, crummy “pizza stone” that I purchased broken the other week. It still sounds like a cool idea and I’ve heard that they’re the best for your Italian baking creations, so if anyone’s looking for a neat Christmas gift for me, there you go…just plan on spending a little more than $6 and don’t buy it at Wal-Mart!

I also broke down and bought an oven mitt because my dish towels simply weren’t cutting it anymore. Ever notice how you can never find a manly oven mitt? They’ve got more vegetables and flowers than you can shake a stick at, but no skeletons or diesel engines or anything. I’d have settled for even a solid-colored one, but nothing – maybe us guys don’t belong in the kitchen after all! I think I ended up with one bearing a farm scene with some cows on it. Sorry, guys – it was the best I could do…

And thanks to Kim’s insight, I’m now making ice the way that rich people do – something else is doing it for me! (…or do the rich people actually pay somebody else to move the little arm up and down for them, too?) It’s actually a pretty slick process, and I know this because I stood there and watched the entire thing…woo-hoo, party! The wild antics just never end when you’re at my place…

Three Brief Points

Quite the eventful day today…

  • remembered how to play rummy at work and came from behind to bring victory over my opponents, who never saw it coming. (…ok, neither did I…)
  • lead a rousing discussion about the local lady who had to give up her dog of 12 years because it “scared” some blind guy’s seeing eye dog. Apparently when the majority of the residents are old and retarded, just about any wacky ruling is fair game.
  • sorted through some three hundred old messages in my e-mail account that I somehow didn’t delete over the last month. I’m not caught up yet, but we’re getting there.

Tomorrow is Friday, which is always a good thing! I’m debating whether I should go out and do something or just stay home and actually do all of the writing that I’ve been putting off for the last month (or more). Rumor has it that it might be fairly nice out this weekend, so we’ll see…

Yay and sigh…

My monitor showed up this evening and I finally now have broadband once again, so that is good.

My router, on the hand, is still sitting up in Michigan some 1500 miles away, thus effectively making my other computer a big paperweight, so that is bad.

Also, the new wireless keyboard and mouse that I purchased just for this occasion absolutely, positively don’t work – it could be thanks to my craptastic computer that is just dying to be replaced. Once I get my finances in order here, an early Christmas present may very well be in order…

Anyways, I really don’t have anymore excuses for not getting back to work now, so that having been said…goodnight. 😛

Ice? Ice??? Baby?!?!?!

Also, does anybody know how to work the alleged “ice maker” in my refrigerator? In Michigan, the ice maker worked by simply filling an “ice cube tray” with water and placing it in the “freezer” (or by simply placing it “outside,” for that matter…), but this new device has me both intrigued and behooved, and I’m not sure if that second word even applies in this case…

Without a doubt, the best thing since sliced bread…seriously!

The cable got hooked up on Friday and contained all of the usual favorites, with the addition of a new feature referred to as HBO On Demand – easily the best whatever-amount-that-I-paid that I’ve ever spent! No more schedules or staying up until three in the morning or messy tapes to rewind – with this swell, new service, I can watch Curb Your Enthusiasm whenever I want, for as long as I want. I could even sit down right now and watch an entire marathon of Sex in the City that would likely last into the wee hours of the morning. I won’t, mind you, but I could and that should be enough to have all of you calling your cable companies at this very instant – life without this service isn’t really even living at all.

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