It’s become clear to me over the past several weeks that I have a blogstalker on my hands. I thought I actually was the first to coin this term, but entering it into the search function at Wikipedia leads to this post about cyberstalking, which can be a serious and scary thing, not at all like the lighthearted poking-fun-at-myself idea I had. At least I know I’m brilliant, though, if I can keep up with the folks at Wikipedia, who are clearly brilliant, well, some of them may be. One, anyway.
I know the identity of the stalker, too, naturally. It’s (no surprise…ta da!) The Ex. Hi, IP 71.224.41.#, I see you!
[sigh]
Divorce: not recommended. Marriage? Leads to divorce, obviously. Avoid it. Let’s just all live in hermetically-sealed individual pods and avoid all human interaction, shall we?
I think I need a visit to the folks at CuteOverload. Kittens, anyone?
On another front, my iPod now shows Sad iPod Exclamation Point and tactfully suggests I visit my local Apple store for repairs. 
It may have something to do with having been dropped. I should probably just go on the automatic Annual iPod Replacement Program.
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