It’s 2 AM. I’m on an expedition to the bottom of a Bacardi bottle. Beggars Banquet is playing on iTunes. Ex-girlfriend’s away message: “I’ve been arrested. help.”

Yeah, I’m gonna let that one slide…

Bumped up my WordPress installation to 2.2 tonight. Everything seems to be in order, but please let me know if you encounter any weirdness. Any new and/or different weirdness, I mean.

The job interview didn’t happen. During my due-diligence research, I found out enough incredibly shady things about the company that I canceled the interview first thing this morning. No thank you, I’m not going to pay a company for training and leads so I can spend my days cold-calling seniors and trying to scare them into buying long-term care insurance via nightmarish stories of horrible nursing homes. I truly don’t know how some people can live with themselves.

I’m still working on that gigantic post about blogging privacy, but I keep getting distracted by the new biography of Warren Zevon, I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead. Fun but slightly sad reading; he was, at least in his younger days, a total asshole. In fact, we seem to share a lot of personality traits (except for the talent thing).

And finally, I’m always a little amused when I get visitors from Islamic countries looking for pictures of sexy ladies. They cut off your hands for stealing; what’s the punishment if you get caught with pr0n?