That’s right! Lyrics! I haven’t done this in a long time…

In fact…

I Wouldn’t Normally Do This Kind Of Thing.

So there is this video I have in my head. One day I might make it.

The video opens with a man sitting on a recognizeable Tampa Bay area waterfront landmark. The one in my head is the Pier in St. Petersburg. He quietly sits and stares out over the water, lost in thought. The opening chords for “One Day More!” from Les Miserables can be heard softly fading in under the sounds of the ocean. The man begins to sing Valjean’s part.

As the song progresses we are taken to various locations throughout the area, with “everyday” people singing parts of the song. A cop as Javert. A barkeeper as Thernardier. That kind of thing. Students at a USF coffee house. You get the idea. As the song reaches a crescendo all of the players are seen walking up the walkway towards the end of the pier. The final chords of the number are sung by them all as the sun rises behind them at the end of the pier.

The song ends, and everyone walks away. As if nothing happened.

Text overlay.

“Art Happens.

Yes, even in Tampa.”

Fade to black. Jobsite Logo.

Ok…it’s out of my head now. I may never actually produce it but that’s been running around in my head for a long assed time now and I had to purge it somehow.

Don’t flatter yourself that friendship authorizes you to say disagreeable things to your intimates. The nearer you come into relation with a person, the more necessary do tact and courtesy become. Except in cases of necessity, which are rare, leave your friend to learn unpleasant things from his enemies; they are ready enough to tell them.

– Oliver Wendell Holmes

Courtesy of The Quotations Page

Well, it’s back to the daily grind here in the office. More so than usual, actually. I’m in the office today, and will be for the next two weeks while my boss is on vacation. I’m currently downloading new local copies of all of our web sites (so as not to miss any changes that were made in my absence), so while I wait for those to finish I shall record some thoughts here.

It felt so good to have a home cooked meal for dinner last night. I made cornish game hens, corn on the cob, steamed asparagus, stuffing, and green beans. Exquisite joy! My innards have already recovered from the greasy/fried/far too rich influx of food from last week.

My waist line hasn’t, though. Oy. It’s back to Weight Watchers on Thursday night, and I’m definitely not looking forward to what I’m going to see on the scale. I’m pretty sure I’ve gained back everything that I lost when I started over again with xanyboi and netgoth a few months ago and put a few more on to boot. Ugh.

Part of me wants to go off on yet another big “this is why I’m gaining weight and this is what I need to do about it” post, but I feel like it’s all been said so many times here that continuing to flog it is just making me sound silly. I know what has to be done. I’ve done it before, and if I need any current proof that it works all I have to do is look at xanyboi. Ah well. Try, try again as it were. No real point in moping about it. Not like that is going to solve the problem.

I really wanted to just slack off yesterday, but instead I spent most of the day catching up with stuff that accumulated over the last week. Mail. Receipts. Grocery Shopping. That kind of thing. Got some new duds for work, and picked up a copy of Swimming With Sharks. Truly warped movie, that one. Kevin Spacey at his “worst.” Very quotable movie as well.

When I got home from Vegas I had a lovely gift waiting for me. netgoth got me a back massager/heating pad for my office chair as a Father’s Day present. Joy! It works great, if not a bit loud. It even has a car adapter so if I’m going to be doing a road trip I can take it along for back relief. Whoo! Yet more proof that she is the bomb-diggity.

Not that I needed any more proof. The uncontrollable smile that broke out on my face when I saw her pull up at the airport is all the proof anyone would need. Or the look of utter contentment as I hold her and we go to sleep together.

Happy days, my friends.

Tonight, birthday dinner for the infamous donwaughesq. Cheers to you, old man! One more year under your belt. Proof that 3-D cannot be overcome!

I am home. I am safe. All alcoholic beverages survived the journey.

I am sick, but I am happy to be home.

A week of food that normally doesn’t enter my system caught up to me in a big way last night. I have been avoiding food and drink as much as possible so that I have not had to get up and use the restoom on the plane.

Carrying a case of alcohol around airports is a true pain in the ass. I blame theonebob for all this, and fully expect adoration from him for years to come after he gets his six pack of Romulan Ale. Thank the maker for Smart Carts.

When I get home I am going to be starving.

But I’ll be home.

Hooray!

Off to occupy an hour of my time.

So…this 16 year old meme. It would be tempting. How often have I said “if I knew then what I know now?” Thing is, I’ve seen enough Sci-Fi to know that even the smallest amount of information can dramatically change the course of history, and I like where things are.

I remember once, when I was around that age, that I passed by a mirror in my high school and saw my reflection. But it wasn’t me then. It was an older me. Thinner. Content looking guy. I took comfort in seeing that. This brief flash, that was probably my imagination, set me at ease and has been the benchmark of my mindset ever since.

“It will all work out in the end.”

So that would be my message. Which has already been sent anyway. So I think, instead, I’d take the opportunity to go get a bit to eat at Wags.

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I really, really want to see Bewitched. What can I say? Loved the original show, and the cast of the movie is awesome. Looks like a great “date” movie to me.

Then again, I also really, really want to see Land of the Dead. For similar reasons. Previous movies rocked, and the cast is awesome there as well. That, and there are zombies. Gotta love the zombies.

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Went to Todai last night and did some sight seeing on the strip. Honestly? I think I like the downtown area better. It feels more like the Vegas you see in the movies. The Vegas of the Rat Pack and The Godfather. It’s slick, but at the same time it’s kind of grimy. Not everyone is pretty, and not everything is shiny. There are classy casinos next to places that sell fried twinkies. I like that. I like that a lot. The strip is amazingly impressive, but it feels like a theme park.

Ahh..you know what it feels like? A local comparison? “Old” Ybor vs. “New” Ybor. There’s a lot of really amazing stuff in the “New” Ybor, but it’s just not the same as the original.

Of course, I forgot my camera.

Anyway, some observations from last night –

The Todai in Tampa is bigger and better. How crazy is that?

There is a show called Fashionistas that is supposed to be this really intense erotic show. Looks like everyone in it just left The Castle. I think I’ll stick with the Castle. The admission is less and the music is better.

The manager of the Godiva shop in the Dessert Passage is an incredibly open, charming, and funny woman. Unfortunately they do not sell Godiva Chocolate Liquer.

Finding Vegas oriented souvenir t-shirts for young boys that they will think are cool but are not inappropriate is damned near difficult. So far it’s been impossible.

I have definitely gained weight since getting here. Quite a bit of it, if I don’t miss my guess. Not only that, but eating like I have been is quite likely to cause my ass to literally explode.

My back is really a mess.

Considering those last two thoughts, I’m very glad to be going home tomorrow.

But I’ve had an absolute blast.

Yay for company training!

Airplane + Hard Bed + Week in a classroom with really uncomfortable chairs = FRIGGIN’ OUCH.

My back is a complete mess right now.

The scenario – I’m at lunch with two canadians from my class, Steve and Neil. Steve is discussing the fact that he has to have his cholestorol checked a week after he gets back, and that if he did so today they would put him right in the hospital.

S : The worst part? I can’t have any beers for 48 hours.
M : That’s the worst part?
S : Well yeah.
M : I don’t really drink a lot of beer.
S : What do you drink?
M : I don’t drink all that often.
S : Smoke weed? Hash?
M : Nope. Not anymore.
S : Well what’s something you drink every day?
M : Water.
S : Ok, it’s like going without water for 48 hours.
M : Yeah, that would suck.
S : Right, eh?
M : I have to say – It disturbs me that you equate drinking beer to drinking water.
N : Yeah, well in the states that’s pretty fucking easy to do.