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I tend to think I'm pretty smart when it comes to things with the internet, but I'm just not getting this one.

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I opened up Google Reader at 4:47p (box 1).

Looks like the post was posted at 4:02p (box 2).

Somehow my Hulu show was added to my queue at 8:21p (box 3).

Unless the Hulu servers are in another time zone, but I still don't understand how it was be almost 30 minutes off.

Any thoughts gang?

Things I'm doing right now:

Doing: typing up my blog and checking Twitter

Foods: Just finished up my Jimmy Johns sandwich.

Drinks: My Coke is now empty, I think I might have another.

Ears: Listening to Nightwish. I just can't get engouht of this group, and the symphonic metal genre in general.

Feeling guilty: Because I want to eat the cocolate I got for H for V-day. I won't though, I got myself some Oreo's. But, I have to pace myself.

Will be doing in five minutes: Making a cheesey V-day card for H, then off to watch 30 Rock from Netflix and work my puzzle.

Side note, I really hate drafting my posts in Blogger's WYSIWYG editor.

ramble ramble

So this is what I was afraid of when I got it in my head that I wanted to start blogging. One day I would just have nothing. That day has come. Nothing worth chatting about has come through my life. Right now I have 11 followers on Twitter. That’s 11 more than I thought I ever would. That makes me think, why did I hook up with Twitter in the first place? Maybe just for fun. Maybe just to see what would happen. Maybe to cross promote my blog. Not sure really. How about you tell me. My Google Reader has been backing up. As of now, 260 unread items. I usually have to keep it at 50 or less before I feel comfortable. My job has me working too much to catch up. Weird right? Working at work. Oh! This is news, for me. I’m getting my wife a gift for Valentines Day. She’ll be receiving a brand new hatchet! She’s on her own to get the chocolates. She knows what she wants better than I do. This is news because I never get her anything. I think this is the dumbest, made-up holiday out there. Right next to Independence day. (yeah, that was a joke. But because I have to explain it, it’s a lame joke. But hell if I’m going to delete it!) It’s 7:35a. I’m eating some M&M’s. How sad. My over-the-wall cube mate gave me and my shared desk cube made to bags of the 14oz. M’s. She’s awesome. I’m fatter. We’re all happier for it. Now, 270 unread items. I have to go catch up.