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The Web 2013
It's a sheer and utter madhouse in Chicago right now. Well, it was and it's now dissipating, but still.
Today was the parade and rally to officially welcome home the 2013 Stanley Cup champion Blackhawks.
We've had a torrid little love affair these last couple years, haven't we?
As I reported last week, I'm having issues with commenting on my blog. I spoke with customer service and their answer was to simply log in to my Typepad account and check the spam comments area (which I never knew existed until this convo) and simply approve them.
Simple enough, save for two issues.
Have you been experiencing issues with comments here on this blog? Yeah, me too.
Turns out that the spam filter has gotten so finicky that it's been moderating longtime commenters like Kilax, Marty, and even my own mom and I didn't know it.
I have no words for this...
Last year, my plan was to announce that Katie was pregnant on April Fool's Day and see who, if anyone, actually bought it. Just as I was about to pull the trigger, Katie and I decided we weren't quite ready to announce and it would've been in pretty bad taste anyway. I'm noticing this as I read all kinds of fake pregnancy announcements all over Twitter and Facebook today.
Yesterday, I received an email from a musician of whom both Katie and I are fans. We've seen her play live three times and have loved it each time.
Naturally, since I rarely get to go to concerts with Katie (she doesn't go to Pitchfork due to a severe fear of festivals, crowds, and smelly hippies), I was intrigued enough to investigate ticket options for this artist's upcoming tour.
There are a lot of social media services out there. Facebook, Twitter, Google +, MySpace (I think), and oh so many others I don't bother to familiarize myself with for a variety of reasons.
Oh those, I know more people on Facebook than any other. So when I tell people that I hate Facebook and prefer Twitter, I am always inundated with "why?"
The other morning, I happened to look at our front door and noticed a package that I didn't realize was there the night before. It was large and flat and certainly not something I remembered ordering.
Neither did Katie.
I was thinking about my blog and trying to come up with ideas for new posts (creativity gets a bit stale after eight years of doing this) when I recalled a post I did some years back where I wrote a letter from current me to a 17- or 18-year-old me.
It was a fun post to do and I was kinda surprised I hadn't done one since.