From There to Here

I shut the need to register to comment off about a week ago and already there’s been two spammers trying to post links in the comment section of my page. Listen, I’m registered on Technorati and I’m rocking a SEO program now, but there’s no reason people should be finding this blog and making spam comments on it. It just doesn’t make sense to me.

In other news, I won’t be able to watch the Pats game this weekend because I’ll be busy prepping for our Convention on Monday. It’s the first Pats game I’ll have missed all year, and I’m still hoping to catch bits and pieces of it. So far, I’ve watched every Pats game with the guys at our place or across Somerville at the Casspagville estate, so it kind of sucks that I’m missing this one. I’m missing again next week, but I’ll deal with it since I’M GOING TO THE PATS/EAGLES GAME. I don’t like to brag, but there — I said it.

Time for bed, but the guy who lives above us is annoying the crap out of me. He is awake at all hours of the night (anywhere from 6 p.m. to 6 a.m. is apprently when this guy is awake), he sounds like he’s constantly moving furniture around or hosting a track meet upstairs, he continues to use our garbage cans out back but refuses to take the garbage out to the curb or bring the can back in from the curb and he hiccups constantly when I’m trying to sleep. While I thought about a strongly worded note, I think we’ll start small: padlocks on the trash cans.

That’ll teach him.