All of the wedding pictures are now on Flickr. All 1100+ of them. Now I have to go through them all and make the pictures that are kid-free public so anyone passing by can look at us and be jealous of how happy we are together. Muahahaha!

Evil scientist laugh aside, I can’t really just use the bulk permissions updating tool that Flickr was so nice to give us because it only shows thumbnails of the pictures you are working with and… well… kids are small and it’s easy to miss them sometimes… actually often times. So I have to go through it one image at a time. That should take me until 2014 or so.

I’ll get there though.

The most memorable wedding pictures are usually the ones that involve clown noses.

Wow do we have a lot of wedding pictures. So many that my laptop actually shut itself down twice during the process.

The last batch should be going up now and then I have to tag ’em and label them and create a set. After that I will make the kid-free images public and post a few here.

Before that happens, however, I am going to take my bride out to lunch.

I also uploaded the pictures we scanned for use as a slide show at the reception.

I was a freaky looking baby, wasn’t I?

I’ve been meaning to do it for a long time and tonight Jen mentioned it so I got on with it.

I started uploading the thousand or so wedding pictures that our photographer, Pat Chagnon, gave us back in June.

Here’s a sample…

I think I am going to do it again. (sigh)

Although I’ll probably either change my mind or lose interest before it gets any where.

National Solo Album Month begins on November 1st. I just registered at the site. Last year I planned on doing this too and on November 2nd or 3rd I hid in the cellar and started hammering out a new song. I lost interest on November 4th or so and never got any further. Maybe this year will be different.

For some reason the February RPM Challenge is much easier for me to get into. Probably due to the much bigger community. It shouldn’t be that way though. From my own perspective the two things are exactly the same. I write and record all of the RPM garbage myself, just like the rules for this challenge require. The only difference is that this one gives you two extra days, and seeing as I’ve never finished an RPM on time that doesn’t matter either.

I’ll give it a try though.

Wish me luck.

I had nothing of much value to say yesterday and ended up posting five times. It usually works out that way. Today I have an equal supply of nothing to say.

The Bruins lost to the Philadelphia Flyers last night in the shootout. While they have still yet to win consecutive games, it marks the first time this season they have taken a point in the standings in consecutive games. Baby steps, I guess.

I am ready to publicly state that I think Boston Globe hockey writer Kevin Paul Dupont is the worst writer in the known universe. I have never been a fan, based on his horrible attempts at witty descriptive phrases. The shining example of which is his very commonly used (painfully so) description of the Providence Bruins as the wannabees. My teeth hurt every time I read that.

Today he set the bar for terrible at a new low. In this article he wrote this:

“Not even halfway to the season’s quarter pole, the Bruins, last year’s regular-season champs in the Eastern Conference, have seen circumstances cast them as survivalists, the NHL’s version of the Spirit of ’76, drummer, fife player, and flag carrier.”

He wrote that… and was paid for it.

The Angels won again. They beat the Yankees 7-6 last night. The last time the Angels beat the Yankees I got excited and the Yankees followed up by beating the shite out of the Angels in the next game. Because of that, I am not going to get overly excited and start singing about the 2004 Yankees collapse. Nope.

Changing the subject, my wife is feeling a little better today. She went to work. I love her and very much want her to be all better. Keep up the good work sweetie.

I can’t think of anything else to add. Maybe later. Until then.. good day.

Another Windows 7 party. Enjoy!

Be safe:

Or don’t be safe:

Either way, H.P. Lovecraft lives.