Thirty Second Recap
And since my online presence has been so pathetic lately, a few tidbits of past events:
Inevitable questions about wedding planning. . . . Things are coming along, well overall, but with the dash of a little to-be-expected drama and Murphy's Law instantiations. Should you ever get married, do go ahead and write return addresses and/or people's names on the RSVP cards. Those of you who also didn't will know exactly why I mention this.
The SkyTrain seems uncannily populated by hairy-toed transvestites in strappy shoes lately. Was there a convention in New West? Or maybe it's just the latest fashion.
I went to get my driver's license renewed today. My hair was windblown. I hadn't shaved. And somehow the new photo aspect of license renewals never occurred to me. To top it all off, they now have spiffy Fujitsu anti-red-eye cameras, which I didn't expect — translated into "after the first flash, I started walking back towards the counter." So I'm certain my photo is going to look exactly like the getaway photo of some scraggly guy stealing an eight-pack of Keith's Pale Ale from a liquor store. Nice.
Damn all of you who blogged, IMed, and/or emailed me about the flash game Desktop Tower Defense. Damn you all. That's honestly where the last month of blogging time went — not wedding planning, so much (which should indicate what other kind of trouble I've been in as well). Oh, you say you hadn't heard of this one? Ha! I've passed it on. It's like The Ring — now I'm saved and you're the dead one. Have fun.