First, a hilarious photo from Saturday’s Philadelphia festivities that had me tagged in it on Facebook:

My friends are truly a class act.

Second, is it somehow morally wrong and narcissistic to derive great pleasure from finding peoples’ blog posts about me? I’ve known about a few posts scattered across the Internets for a while, but a new one came to light today. While the moral angle is pretty ambiguous, I’m convinced that I’m dirty and self-obsessed because I enjoy it so much.

In all seriousness, though, am I so unapproachable that people find it necessary to blog about how they can’t talk to me? I’m not really the cuddly sort (okay, I’m downright prickly most of the time), but.. wow. The more of these posts I find, the more I realize that I just scare the shit out of people who don’t know me. Then again, I also probably scare the shit out of most of the people who do know me.