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I am now at the part of my typical PMS symptoms where my noise filters stop working and every sound around me is intrusive and annoying, especially human voices.

And there are 7 extra people in my office today.

So I went to the girly-doc today for the annual, um, preventative maintenance?  Don’t worry, the rest of this post is not a Sharing Violation.

So they do the whole pre-exam thing, weigh me, take my BP, etc.  Then the doc comes in and looks at the chart.  “Well, your BP is creeping up, that’s not good.”

Um, dude.  I’m getting married in a week and a half.  Duh..  Also, why do you take the BP after the weigh-in?

(yes, I know, BP is no laughing matter and I’m certainly keeping an eye on what I eat, exercising more, blah blah…)

Okay Apple, here’s what I want in the next iPod updater:

I want the ability to set my iPod to automatically sync the playlists I select, and then ALSO allow me to drag-and-drop music to it.

So for example, I want my nano to always check for the latest version of the Mashups and Recently Added playlists, but I also want to be able to drop an entire Blues Traveler album on there if I’m feeling like I need some John Popper in my life that day.

Right now I can drag-and-drop, OR I can sync playlists, but I can’t do both.

It seems that someone has paid a lot of money to optimize their site for Google. But the Internet never forgets:

Ridgewells Catering tried to rip us off.

Too bad they didn’t spend that money on, you know, a decently designed site. Table-based layout is sooooo 90’s.

If you ask me what I want on the pizza, the answer is always mushrooms.

Always.

The fungus, it is my friend.

Right now, at this very moment, I am listening to Joi Ito trash-talk my fiance over World of Warcraft.

Like I always say: I am not well-connected. I am well-connected to people who are well-connected.

OMG!  John is the bestest!

Though I suppose it would be a bad idea to stay up late the night before the wedding to get a screenshot of the timer ticking over.

I went to the alterations place in Shirlington last night to see about having my top for the wedding taken in.  (boring clothing talk and figure discussion behind the cut) (more…)

So there I was, coming back upstairs on the elevator after picking up our wedding rings.  An older gentleman in the elevator looks down at the jewelry store bag and says, “Did you just buy yourself something at the jewelry store?”

What is it about being old that lets you get away with asking impertinent questions that are none of your business?

“I just picked up our wedding rings, actually.”

What is it about getting married that excites complete strangers and makes them curious about your life?

“You’re getting married?!  What day?”

“Uh, June 11th.”

“Aw, that’s a nice date.  My father died on June 11th in 2004.”

WTF?!?!

Anyway, the rings are paid for and sitting on my desk.  And Dreamhost’s mail servers seem to be crapping themselves, so you’ll wait for a bit if you’re waiting for a response from me. 

And the creepy UPS guy was in my office today.  The normal UPS guy is great, but this is the UPS guy who tried to hit on me a few months ago, and I managed to extricate myself from the situation before he said anything beyond, “Damn, you are fine…”  Now he looks at me funny every time he delivers something.  Creepy.

Lots of new stuff up at MPOJ today.  And for the record, Steph is funny.