Off To Sunny Florida
So. I am off to Florida in about four hours.
I should pack.
Back Tuesday.
Happy New Year!!
So. I am off to Florida in about four hours.
I should pack.
Back Tuesday.
Happy New Year!!
Yeah, I had to re-set-up Gallery again, so there are no photos in my Gallery. I am trying to see whether it is feasible to somehow import my old Gallery stuff (I backed it up) into the new installation, but it appears to be not so easy.
Anyway, no photos for a few days.
. . . my web host has changed.
Yeah, this isn’t exciting, but I need some way of ensuring that the DNS switchover went correctly.
Anyway!
I’ll probably delete this.
Haha, from the NFL’s most bumbling coach — Maryland alum (sorry Wei) Mike Tice — comes this bit of interesting advice:
Don’t scalp your tickets. He’s annoyed at Vikings fans for selling their tickets to Steelers fans this weekend.
This is the coach who got in a ton of trouble for scalping his NFL-allotted Super Bowl tickets last year.
Freakin idiot.
ESPN.com – NFL – Report: Tice unhappy with Vikings ticket scalpers
This is not exactly breaking news, but I was reminded of it today:
Starting next year, the Chick-Fil-A Peach Bowl will just become the Chick-Fil-A Bowl. That’s messed up. The Peach Bowl has been there for a long time, and “Chick-Fil-A” was already the accepted prefix of “Peach Bowl,” so I don’t know what the company thinks they’ll gain by dropping “Peach” from the Peach Bowl. It just annoys me.
They are aiming for a BCS bid when the BCS expands to more games soon. The Chick-Fil-A Bowl would then be the only one that has dropped its traditional name. Sure, there is still the FedEx Orange Bowl and the Tostitos Fiesta Bowl etc., but at least they kept the names.
Well, I know how to get things done if I am dealing with a business contact who isn’t doing their job.
Call the corporate office.
I call my mortgage banker “Keyser Soze” because he may or may not exist. Okay, I’ve met him once, six months ago. It seems that he is impossible to talk to directly on the phone. Only messages back and forth, and that’s if you’re lucky. Usually he just doesn’t return calls. The other bank employees all think he’s at a different branch, and when you call that branch, he’s not there either.
But if you call the corporate office and complain that he doesn’t return your calls, they put you on hold and get him on the line without delay.
Long story short, the bank or my mortgage guy screwed up and now the closing has to be pushed back. A minor inconvenience for me, but the sellers may have more of a problem. We’ll see. I don’t know how far it has to be pushed back but we have to wait until “January.” I am waiting on more exact info from my agent.
Man.
The song is on the radio now, and Michael and I were talking about it, and it seems everyone shares the opinion:
DUDE
SHE IS SO FREAKING CUTE
JUST BUY YOURSELF ANOTHER DR PEPPER
Rain and 33 tonight. This always damn happens. Why won’t it snow here anymore?
Update: Yeah, The Big 5 is even rubbing it in. “Winter Weather Not On The Way For Triangle,” they say, just to point out that I will indeed not get to see snow.
The inspections occurred yesterday. It was about 40 degrees and pouring like all hell. This allowed us to check the roof for leaks, of which there sort of was one. Nothing a little caulk won’t fix.
Without getting into the boring details, there is probably less than $100 worth of repairs that need to be made to the place at this point. This is good.
So the inspections are done, the documents have been sent to my agent, the mortgage guy has what he needs. I have no responsibilities now except to wait. The wheels have been set in motion. Today is the 6th, which means that there are 22 days for things to go terribly wrong behind the scenes. So far, things have been going as smoothly as is possible, and the whole deal seems pretty straightforward. But as far as I am concerned, there are only two truths at this point:
1. I won’t believe anything until I have the keys.
2. There is a lot of Carolina Blue to be painted over.