Okay, this is my new favourite game. Nike Plus with iPod. And yes, they do offer clothes for the little avatar. I chose not to wear any.

Lacking posting drive...

I'm going to pretend to post again. Meaning that I'm going to pretend to have the drive to make more space-like posts in the near future. I'm even going to put a little alarm on my mobile reminding to make a post.

I haven't even finished a chapter of my planned series on the obstacles to space propulsion, after all. I have at least three books, a comic tie-in, a movie trilogy, and an ill-thought out prequel to finish before I'm done with this.

Oh yes, and my daughter is cute, but because the picture uploader isn't working, and because I can't be bothered uploading it to flickr and sticking a link here, you'll just have to trust me on this.

New Carina Movies for Nana and Grampa

See? I'm only a procrastinating son, not a bad one.

I'll eventually get around to posting more on here, I've just been busy with babies and bustling work schedules. Trying to find the balance.

Carina's Foon Foon Face

And they're off!

Well, Douglas and Owen are off, and now the house is nice and quiet, though it's not as nice as I thought it would be.


It seems that Doug and Owen brought a bunch of extra space with them from Canada, and then they forgot to take it home when they left. The apartment seems a lot bigger and emptier than it was when they got here.



Dad wrote a song (or stole it, I can't remember) called the Immigrant's Lament, and vacations really highlight the lamentatiousness. (I know it's not a word, it just looks right.)


When people come to visit, you're torn between being really happy to see them, and really annoyed that they are taking up your space.


You can't walk around without pants on, you get in stupid arguments, and you can't kick them out because they're family. You can't WAIT until they go home.

And then they go home, the bastards.


Same thing happened when my Mum and Dad were here last. We argued, got drunk, argued some more, giggled over babies, and then had a few more arguments for good measure. You'd think I'd be happy to get them the hell out of the house, but when I put them on their train, I was sad to see them go.


Stupid psychologicality. Brains never do what you expect them to do.

Bye guys, it was great to have you here. See you in Scotland.

Babies, Brothers, and Hot Babes (Not Roger)

We had a few people over last night, and took lots of pictures.