carwreck.com: around Boston harbor...

No, not the Christmas season... 'Tis the season to party.

Last weekend my brother, Pam and I threw a Halloween / 30th birthday party for my brother. It was a huge success, with everyone attending in full costume gear. It was fun, entertaining and a good time was had by all.

Now we can start looking forward to the Fourth Annual Birthday Bash which happens here at my place every November. With so many people celebrating birthday in the fall, we decided three years ago that we should have one big party. It was a resounding success right from the start and we have continued ever since. This year, with renewed purpose, most party throwing skills, and more expertise, Lukas, Sean and myself bring you the fourth event in the series. Come one, come all, and bring your party hats!

My email address has been sold. Well, one of them has been sold.

An advantage of owning your own domain is that you can use any email addresses you can think of within that domain. Anything before the @ sign can pretty much be made up. I use this to my advantage when I sign up for a service or am required to give an email address anywhere on the Internet. I usually create the address so that I can associate it with the particular site or service where I was signing up. What this does is let me carefully monitor who I am getting email from. I recently began receiving spam messages addressed to one of these unique email addresses. I downloaded the Morpheus filesharing client a ways back and needed to provide an address. I used an address which specifically identified Morpheus. As you can guess, I am now receiving a ton of spam to this unique address, which would indicate that Morpheus, MusicCity.com, or their parent StreamNetworks Inc have provided my email address to someone who is sending spam. Shame on them...

I have never, ever had as cool a night as I had tonight. It was awsome. Go out and meet a friend for dinner and then decide, on the spot, what to do next.
So we head to Central Square and go to the only place we can think of which would have good (=electronic) music on a Monday night. On arrival a the River something or other ( I have no idea what that place is called) we immediately run into one of our regular peepz.
Peter, a regular at our Tuesday night gatherings at my house, is there with his cousin who is the mnusic editor of the Weekly Dig magazine. So Awesome to run into people...

So anywaY, FANTASTIUC conversation ensues, and we have a great time. The conversation with the cab driver about Chevy Caprices has ~absolutely nothing ~ to do with hose awesome the evenihng was.

And my typ0ing has othgin to wiht the the amoutn of drinkign I;'ve done.... :-)