Somehow a pigeon crapped on my pants. On the seat of my pants. While I was rollerblading.

I got to work and realized that what I’d feared had happened: I’d worn my work shoes home because the streets were too wet to rollerblade yesterday, skated to work today, and didn’t have any shoes to wear around the office. This sort of forgetfulness always seems to happen the day after you’ve reminded yourself repeatedly not to forget what you fear you’ll forget. I sat down, got up, and went back to the kitchen in stocking feet for my tea. When I returned, double-fisting my tea and water, there was a white spot on my seat. Pigeon crap! I discovered. One of the no-eye-contact-people walked by, frustrating my hopes of fellow bafflement and commiseration. I told Joe on the way to the bathroom, who opined that pigeons usually crap down, not up. I swabbed my pants.

In the extremely delicious section of the news, I have downloaded 17 albums from Allofmp3.com in the past three days for pennies. Their metadata isn’t perfect — owing, perhaps, to their alphabetical differences — and their collection isn’t comprehensive (read: does not contain Eno’s Neroli) but no matter. It’s so cheap. I’m listening to Captain Beefheart’s Lick My Decals Off, Baby, price for the whole album: about 60 cents.

A sweet ride just got sweeter. Yesterday, Six Apart released MT 3.0D, Developer Edition, and I absolutely could not resist. The install went smoothly but I’m still working out how to code and use the new comment registration system, Typekey. Really I’m waiting for MT to post the new default comment templates. Then I’ll be good. Comments will be off or, er, not working, until I get them figured out.