Pye In The Face's Greatest Hits. And Drunk Broads.

I wouldn't be able to sleep right now if I paid someone to come by and hit me in the head with a snow shovel. Although I'm sure there's a few people on this planet who would do it for free. So I've made yet another tweak to the blog. A "Classics" section, on the sidebar to the lower left, which I'll update once a month or so. Think of it as a "best of" area where I'll post stuff I think deserves a second look. Articles can get buried in the archives rather quickly. Some deserve it - some don't.

In addition to my blogging nerdery I did do some socializing over the weekend. Friday I hung out with my friend Sarah for the first time in over a year. We had a great time leaning against the wall beside the SideBar's jukebox and exchanging gossip about former co-workers. But I was dismayed to discover that the Tragically Hip song has disappeared. From the jukebox, that is. I don't think Gord Downie has ever worked at TechTarget. But thank God the nine Jay-Z albums have remained intact.

Then Saturday night I ran into Christina whom I went to high school with. We talked for a couple hours and brutally judged the lives of our many mutual friends. She showed me a picture of her adorable baby son and I wondered for the eighteenth time this week if it's not time to stop pretending I'm 22. Then I got back to my apartment to find it full of drunk, 22 year old girls - and decided I'll put off the maturity thing just a bit longer.