Okay, so, mental note: what I need to do around here if I want lots of comments is to fail at something. Message received!

I dropped the boy on his head this morning.

(Just kidding. I did not. I made grits for myself this morning without destroying the kitchen. I’ve been on daddy duty since 8:00 this morning, we are currently watching Sesame Street after having breakfast, playing with cars, and whatever game it is when he charges into our bedroom and announces that my leather chair is his. Thus far, no major disasters unless you count what happened when he hurled a syrup-covered piece of pancake at one dog and the other dog tried to eat it off the first dog’s face. That was… interesting. Also, he tried to throw a rather thoroughly used diaper at me, but that was stopped before disaster happened.)

I think I may have this episode memorized, by the way, or at least this segment. I’ve been awakened from a deep sleep with the goddamn G song running through my head.

Part of me is like “We’ve gotta introduce this kid to movies” and the rest of me thinks he watches too much TV already. Then again, at least the show he’s watching is teaching him letters and numbers. Sesame Street taught me to read; it’s working its magic on the boy too.

I reread THE DARK CRYSTAL yesterday, and I might watch the movie this weekend sometime. The scary thing is I think I have about a third of an idea for the contest. It couldn’t hurt to work it out a little bit more, right? The contest rules are significantly thin on details about rights, which would be important, but I can write the damn thing and just not bother to submit it if it turns out they can use my idea without paying me for it or something. Something like this would be work-for-hire, obviously, but there’s gradations of awful even within WFH contracts. Hopefully this isn’t too far toward “evil” on the scale.

Just drove past a car that had most of its passenger-side window obscured by a large “WHERE’S THE BIRTH CERTIFICATE?” sign.

Here, lemme help:

Fucking racist asshole sack of shit.