Live Blogging

0752

I'm at work. I've got my coffee, time to blog.

So, you catch those opening ceremonies last night? For the Olympics? In Beijing? Quite a spectacle, that. Weird that they had Brett Favre light the torch though.

My phone keeps ringing, and I know that when that happens I'm supposed to pick it up, but I can't remember what to do after that.

Back later, I have to go delete some unread e-mails.

0823

Weird call just now. I was talking to someone at one of our hotels and I hear someone in the background say "hang up. hang up. call 911 immediately." Hope everything is okay. Although when 911 is involved usually it means that things aren't okay.

Before she hung up though she let me know that it's a beautiful day in Little Rock. I wonder if Little Rock would be a cool place to visit? I'm gonna look into that.

0849

Did you hear that Bernie Mac died?

Oh hey, the lady from the call earlier is back. Everything is fine. "Someone passes out in the hallway and everybody panics" she says.

0919

*ack ack kchhhhh ahem*

That's the sound of me choking on a Vitamin B pill. I have a hard time with pills.

Speaking of idiotic maladies, I think I broke my wrist during my sleep. It really hurts and I can barely move it.

1042

We're so busy today! I brought so much reading material but I haven't even been able to finish a page. The crazy thing is every call I've taken today has been about the exact same thing. I should just change my voicemail to give the answer to that question and then go home.

Also my water tastes like wet shoes.

1144

I think I am have to go for sleep now.

1318

I'm back, I've been napping. We have this great couch in the lobby. Now I'm eating sandwiches. I also bought a bottle of Aquafina from the machine, so I'm not drinking disgusto-water anymore.

1412

Can we get rid of Donald Trump yet? Our society no longer needs him.

That sounds harsh. I'm not saying he shouldn't be allowed to live and do whatever it is he does, just get him off my tv already.

I started a new blog a while ago. You can see it on my profile, it's called How Many Roads Must a Man Walk Down. I'm probably going to change that though. The idea was that I'd put up some of older travelogue adventures from the pre-microsuede days. It would be a lot of work though, and I sleep too much to make it happen.

1439

I got an e-mail from Japan and they addressed me as Bryton-san. That's cool.

1507

Most of the day flew by, but the last half hour seems to be making up for the lost time. Please just let it be 3:30 already.

1220am Sunday

"I've got soul but I'm not a soldier" might be the worst lyrics of all time.

"Never challenge a Brazilian in a contest of nationality," warns the Olympic volleyball commentator. Duly noted.

I'm not at all impressed when Olympic records are broken. It happens every time. Just like box-office records.

what was the question oh yeah memento mori

I'm at work. 716am. I'm typing slowly and quietly because I don't want to break the eerie silence consuming the room.

Here I am, tucked away in the far south east corner of the office. I think I'm the only one here.

Hark! In the distance rings a phone. A faint voice puts an end to the electronic trill. I am not as alone as I thought. I better put my shirt back on.

My department used to have this entire building all to ourselves, but since that was a poor use of space for a department of twelve people they moved this other department in. Then they decided to make things all pretty for the newbies so they're painting everything and building walls where none need be. I don't mind this new department being here, except that I used to work for them and I'm really afraid of - hang on, my phone is ringing.

I'm back. I'm pretty happy with the way my voice sounds today.

I didn't get much sleep last night because of the late Jazz game. I couldn't believe it. When Stockton hit that three -

- wow.

Oh wait. That wasn't last night. That was eleven years ago. Damn. I watched the whole stupid post game show in hopes of getting a nice end-of-season montage. The end-of-season sports montage is one of my favorite things in the world. But no. All I got was forty-five minutes of Pace Mannion's trite and pointless analysis and Thurl Bailey's ridiculous yellow suit. Funny: when you google Pace Mannion you only get two pictures of him. On the whole internet, two pictures of Pace Mannion. The Jazz's Number 1 priority this off season should be firing Pace Mannion and getting a post-game analyst who can actually analyze. It would be nice to get someone who can enunciate clearly as well.

What's my point? Right. Not much sleep. Getting out of bed was hard because I was seeing double. I feel okay now, but not exactly right. I think this picture accurately represents how I feel at the moment.

Updates throughout the day as I see fit.

UPDATE 945am

Time flies, I guess. I've almost been here three hours. I've been reading about Dante's Divine Comedy on Wikipedia. It's shorter than reading the actual book, but still too long.

Someone just texted me this picture, from the zoo in DC. My reputation is far reaching.

Listen, I had an important point to make about that other department moving in to our building. From the first day they arrived there's been an epidemic of people failing to properly flush the toilet. Which doesn't make any sense at all because they flush automatically. Also they toss their cigarette butts hither and thither. Not cool, Zeus.

I'm hungry. Very hungry. I'm gonna go steal some candy from under Liz's desk. The way I look at it if she didn't want me stealing it she would have done a better job hiding it.

These Kit Kats are all melty. And would kill her to stock up on some Reese's, or maybe a nice savory snack?

UPDATE 1219pm

I have returned from a refreshing couch nap on the couch in our "lobby." I put lobby in quotes because it's really just that one couch. But it's a great nappin' couch. I've been complaining about that other department all day, and now I will complain some more. You'd think that when entering the building, if saw a strange hobo looking guy passed out on the couch, you'd show common courtesy and be quiet. But no. They come stomping in like they own the place, chatterboxin' away.

The scene has really picked up though. I've got Joy and my damn fool brother Sean on chat, and Gatsby is here at work, so things are more lively.

UPDATE 109pm

I just got off the phone with a woman who sounded exactly like Ringo.

Now I'm having a conversation about Oprah's favorite things.

UPDATE 229pm

I just refilled my water bottle.

I wonder what's happening out there. Out in the real world. So many people, living their lives, unaware of the plight that has befallen me.

UPDATE 303pm

Sometimes I like my job, like just now when Gatsby and I spent ten minutes making jokes about scriveners.