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I Am Allergic to Myself

I’ll be the first to admit…I can be an attention whore. I think today was the first time one of my photos landed in the flickr blog (interesting to see how that’s affected its interestingness). And seeing my name in print only fuels the fire. Sometimes these look-at-me tendencies lead to good things. Like how all my whining, here and via twitter, about not having Andrew Bird tickets led to me scoring amazing seats for tomorrow night. Big ups to my blogosphere buddies.

But, believe it or not, there are times when I do value my privacy. This week I received a letter, the second of its kind in as many years, informing me that a laptop full of sensitive information has been stolen. Some of my personal information was on that laptop - possibly including my social security number. That’ll learn me to give blood. Stupid bloodmobile.

self with Santa hat

Bonus: Other flickr goodness today - the launch of flickr stats and the flickr uploadr 3. My flickr love continues unabated.
Plus: I woke up early this morning having my annual holiday-related anxiety attack. Big fun!
And: Too tired now to watch the Turkish Star Trek disc I got from a friend (different from the Turkish Star Wars that I mentioned recently, but related). But soon.


  1. JasonC wrote:

    wasn’t AB amazing??

    i wish haley had played more of her own stuff, though. but yeah… terrific night.

    Saturday, December 15, 2007 at 3:37 pm | Permalink
  2. Seriously, super fantastic evening. My friend and I were way up front (fourth row center) and that woman with the super 8 camera was a bit on the intrusive side. We could hear the gears whirring away. Other than that though, pure awesomeness.

    Saturday, December 15, 2007 at 3:41 pm | Permalink
  3. JasonC wrote:

    yeah, no doubt. she was super annoying.

    Sunday, December 16, 2007 at 11:55 am | Permalink
  4. I briefly entertained fantasies of shoving her off the stage.

    Sunday, December 16, 2007 at 12:58 pm | Permalink

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