Oh Jesus. So I've had a little trouble with certain folks from New York who handle the tech administration for a certain regional blog (site A) that I do some tech things for. And tonight I learn that at least some of these NY tech staffers are also affiliated with a public transport arrival time SMS service (site B) that invaded site A's comment section after I declined to cover site B, given that my own site A-branded public transport SMS service was about to debut. I chased their apparent spamminess out of site A's comment section with some testy replies.

Man. This kind of explains a lot of the intransigence I've experienced from the NYC gang. And it's kind of a pain in the ass. What a tangled web we weave, when first we write some PHP.

It's a little late by blogospheric standards, and nearly everyone who might read this has already heard my opinion on the matter. But I've gotta say: Superman Returns was pretty bad. Given my miserably lowbrow taste in movies and my superhero-related predispositions (I'm in favor of them), I should've been an easy mark for the film. I really liked Bryan Singer's take on the X-Men franchise, too. But this movie was badly conceived and badly executed. A horrendously long denoument (after a miserably crappy climax) didn't help matters, either. Spoilers follow.

we here are the #1 result for "too drunk at wedding."

it was actually a post about jason and corbin's wedding, though it could have applied to ryan and lisa's, or david and heather's. or, you know, ANY WEDDING I GO TO. two exceptions: tommy's cousin's wedding in vermont, because, you know, got to at least attempt to come off well for the relatives; and tommy's mormon friend's wedding. where there was a) no beer b) no dancing c) only rows and rows of bottled root beer. that was a fun one.

the northern virginia uva book club: saddest book club ever?

actual words emitting from anchor lady's mouth: "next up: more on kim jong-il. some say he's just crazy; some say he's crazy like a fox. stay tuned."

in other news, tommy and the weather gods must be in touch, because after driving home last night from having drinks with the ex who's in town for business, my little dodge neon and i were nearly EFFING WASHED AWAY. seriously, there was a poorly-drained intersection where i swear to god, i actually started to feel my car float. it was scary. so i hereby, from my 10 days' worth of living experience, deem atlanta the goddamn rainiest city in the world. its slogan should be: "atlanta! you don't think of it as a rainy city, but you should. also, you'll drown."