So I parked the car Wednesday and, as usual, I looked casually for "NO PARKING - STREET CLEANING ON THURSDAY" signs. I didn't see any. They are usually very visible. I didn't see any on the other streets in the neighborhood as I was driving around, though I did notice signs for FRIDAY. They have to post them at least 24 hours in advance. I get back home last night and am about to drive to R's and see I have two tickets. One for street cleaning, one for expired registration. $50 each. And my new tags still haven't come in the mail. WTF. Today makes 10 business days. If they're not here today, I'll be pissed. Anyway. Today I made sure to park on the opposite side of the street from the FRIDAY signs. Still, any cop could come by and see the opportunity for free revenue. Bastards. I'm not hurting for money, but I also don't have tons to spare, like I can just afford to throw down tickets. I'd be willing to bet an additional $50 that there weren't actually signs properly posted, but there's no way of proving it. Appeals by mail, even if you have proof, are usually just denied as a matter of course. ASK ME HOW I KNOW.

I would just like to say that, though I initially was marrying R only for the money, I've grown rather fond of her.

I am seriously confused about the Nobel Peace Prize. It, like literature, has officially drifted off my radar. Well, okay, literature usually picks a high-quality author, but it has a Germanic - including English - bias. Economics isn't really a Nobel Prize, so I don't care. Chemistry and the rest are still pretty decent. But it's like how Elephant and Fahrenheit 9/11 won the Palme d'Or at Cannes. I will admit that Fahrenheit was certainly the film of the moment and was exactly what a lot of people were looking for, and that Moore was very skillful in plugging that hole. But a Palme d'Or?

We really like where we're having the reception. If only it weren't 10 miles from the hall.

My Donut Pod died with a 1437 error. There's a Donut Wheel store down the block. I may take it in. I don't have internet at home right now, otherwise I'd try to fix it there. The only question is whether it would cost money to fix it like that.

I tried to post a reply on a web-log about this, but it wouldn't go, so I will post it here. A man was replying to an article in his web-log and referred to the author of the article as Dr. Such-and-Such. The author of the article was not styled as Dr. Such-and-Such in the article, nor were any indications of his credentials given in the article, but the man was personally known to the bloggeur (and I have made his acquaintance too, actually, now that I think of it). I was going to comment that the man has a Ph.D., not an M.D. or D.D.S. or whatever, and thus should properly not be addressed with the title Doctor any more than a man with a J.D. should (NB: the bloggeur has a J.D.). Especially as the publication did not make any mention of his credentials - though we are all familiar with them. Many people have Ph.D.s, and unless they style themselves as Doctor, they should not be addressed as Doctor, and even if they do style themselves as Doctor, you are best off not indulging them. I keep saying this. Nobody heeds me.

Oh good grief, I think this may kill us all.