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Friday, August 12, 2005

P-Town 2005 (and blogging in general lately)

(entry bandwidth courtesy of Provincetown Public Library)

(What is it with me? I keep wanting to say it's 2006 instead of 2005 and I keep wanting to say I'm 27 instead of 26. Anticipation?)

So somehow I have to figure out how I can blog from my brand-new, I-keep-wanting-to-use-the-adjective-Spanky-for-it Cingular LG F9100 with the QWERTY keyboard (but no apostrophe unless you go into a menu which SUCKS) without a big ad for Cingular cropping up in every one of the entries until I go in and do a MOBILE RECONSTRUCT... which people in some parsecs might call cheating.

[updated 01092006]

On the bright side, I'm in Provincetown until tomorrow noonish. And everywhere I see is Yum. (A bunch of straight families too, of course.)

Last night when in the A-House (or was it the macho bar upstairs?) I was drunk enough to reveal the blog to somebody like Brock. *** Did you know I have been keeping this blog secret from most of the people at work? *** One person likely knows but she has a blog too. I probably dish work more than she does, and more disparagingly than she does. (See entries "More reason to not talk about work", and "Breaking confidentiality agreements".) [PLUS: See entry "[edited 01092006]"]

There was one time when I think I sent an email message from home and I may have forgotten to take the TopStoryLive web address out of my signature. So God knows who might have cottoned on. If they have they haven't let the penny drop around ME. Maybe they're all reading it secretly behind my back. 8^) Not that I mention anybody specifically, because I tend not to write entries like "Oh, that _______ _______ is becoming more annoying by the day. I wish she'd just find another job and quit already. Maybe I can haze her a little more today and tell her her writing sucks on something."

GETTING BACK TO THE TRIP, I have already dispensed with the idea of getting a deep tissue massage today and have decided to try to do at least two things: go to the beach (the one where everybody takes the shuttle to get to it, not the beach behind Commercial Street) and go up the Pilgrim Monument and take pictures.

Of course, whether I so much as cop a feel tonight is anybody's guess. Hi Mom and Dad!!!!

Side note: The library catalog system on the Cape is called CLAMS. How darling!

I also want at some point -- maybe not this trip -- to eat more scallops. Or clams. Or whatever-they-weres that I ate on the trip to Chatham that you dipped in melted butter and tried not to chew the sand so much.

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