Yes, I am helping my building's property values plummet

I'd be interested to know what kind of reputation I am getting around the building here...
- Music thumping at 5:30 a.m. led to some thumping on my door at 5:30 a.m. ... whoops!
- Whipping in and out of the garage on my rice rocket...
- A dog that lets few people pet it, unless you have food. And even then, it's not a sure bet...
But I think this last one will definitely be making the rounds.
Scene: Saturday night. Just got home from work, mixed myself a little Van Gogh Espresso on the rocks while I get ready to head over to Dee's new night at The Bunker. I have barely touched it by the time I'm ready to go, and can't bring myself to just slam this drink. That would be an alcohol crime. It's made for sipping.
So, lacking any plastic cups, I settle for the next best thing- an empty yogurt container.
Merrily, I head on my way, press for the elevator, and merrily sip away.
(* door slams) Whaa? Oh, it's my neighbors, Terry and Dave .. and a few of their friends.
Nonchalantly slipping my cup to the side, I make idle chit chat, and joke about being "The New Guy" in the building.
"Say, what's that in your hand," says one, spying the conspicuously hidden container by my side.
"Oh, this?" I say absently. "It's just some (* ice cubes clink) trash. Garbage, you might say. Just going to, you know, toss it in the trash can. Where garbage goes. Outside."
"Are you SURE that's garbage?" he says pointedly.
Yeah. Busted. Drinking out of a yogurt container. Nothing quite as ghetto as that, methinks.
I was sure that, upon my arrival home, there would have been a stack of plastic cups with a little "welcome to the building" note.
Well, maybe there would have been, if it hadn't have been for that 5:30 a.m. music episode... but that's another story.

Oh, yeah...

And things like THIS are why I love non-North American sports so much. Hey Ocho Cinco... you listening?

Yes. He can.

The newsroom was empty, save me.
Just me, about 140 desks, and a tiny TV.
But the presence on this particular crappy Samsung was enough to fill the room.
"Yes, we can."
Yes, he can. And he did.
Obama is now president. A world breathes a sigh of relief. Change is coming... and change for the better.
There is no underestimating the massive scale of the task that now is at hand for Barack, and whether he can accomplish it or not, we cannot say. But his platform was built on inspiring the people, and the people are the ones who are going to bring an end to this era of despair.
This represents a real return to the ideals of democracy. Voter turnout was 90 percent in some states. Compare that to the apathetic nation I live in, where not even 60 percent made it to the polls.
Obama moves people. He inspires hope in them. He inspires them to be better.
Change has begun.