It’s over. It’s over and I’ve had some sort of post-wedding depression (and it wasn’t even my wedding). It’s so bizzare, but everyone was so excited about Captain Larby and Mrs. Larby’s wedding this weekend that now that is has come and gone, I’m somewhat depressed. What’s the next big thing that I have to look forward to? New Years? Not nearly as exciting.

But, the wedding was unbelieveable. I didn’t burst into flames, sitting in the front pew of Father Curly’s Church (and I did learn how to Gyroscope or Gyroflect or something like that). The ceremony was beautiful. The reception was unforgettable, and the Vietnamese Hour was something that I will dream of forever. The combination of dozens of different desserts, pyrotechnics and a chocolate waterfall is something that should tradition in all weddings. We Jews, we’ve got a few things going for us when it comes to weddings &emdash; but I mean, this dessert tradition is awesome. We’ll need to coordinate something like this &emdash; all dairy free, of course &emdash; for my wedding. We’ll see.

It was so great to see everyone this weekend, and I’m glad to see that everyone is doing well. Hopefully I’ll get some pics up sometime this week. I took over 120 pictures (even with my dying camera battery — thank you again, Miss Possible), so it might take some time to get everything up and posted. In any event, congrats again to The Captain and His lovely Bride, and I can’t wait to hear all about their Hawaiin Honeymoon upon their return.

Congratulations must be made for our very own Captain Larby who will take the marital plunge this weekend, to our beloved friend Soon-To-Be-Mrs. Larby (who has a real name, but doens’t have a fun, quirky Diatribe name).

In any event, best wishes to the both of them, and may they be happily married forever after.

For the past week I’ve had probably 50 ideas of things to write about.. and I just haven’t found the time. Between craziness at work, dinners for the soon-to-be-married couple (ahem) and other nonsense, I just haven’t been able to post.

In any event, here we I am.

For the 67th time in my lifetime, I’m making another attempt to quit biting my nails. This habit has infuriated myself and others to no end. I officially quit last week, and only fell off the wagon a few times (last night, really) — but it’s tough, man.. so much moisturizer..

In honor of trying to quit eating my fingers, I found this fantastic article about Hufu: The Healthy Human Flesh alternative. (The great taste of human flesh without all that guilt). Maybe I’ll start snacking on Hufu, rather than chewing my fingers to shreds. This could be the cure-all.

Today is the first timesince I earned the right of enfranchisement, that I have not taken advantage of it. I do feel guilty (not as guilty as if I had eaten human flesh per se, but still), as I didn’t exercise the right that so many people fought so hard for. The problem was just that I had forgotten to register in time. Lazy excuse, I know, but, it happened. I feel bad. I hope Corzine wins the New Jersey governorship. So it goes.

And finally today, I’d like to plug my Friend Scott’s new masterpiece The Fluffpod. Gawk at will, it’s pretty damn cool.

New changes are coming (if they aren’t already visible) on The Diatribe.. and hopefully I’ll be able to get some sort of Tribute up this week for the Captain and his lovely bride.