Holy Cyber-Junkie, Batman!  I have been spending every minute of my free time (basically, whenever my daughter's sleeping) geeked out on WoW.  I've finally become so saturated with it that I'm able to momentarily tear myself away and engage in other personal pursuits (like LJ).  So, I guess it goes without saying that we FINALLY got the computer that we were supposed to get two months ago.  I won't go into detail about the convoluted maze of red tape we had to navigate, or about the hours our dear friend Wewelsburg spent making sure that everything was functional (thankyouthankyouthankyou!).  Suffice it to say that we are technologically where we want to be.  WoW is obviously running smoothly,  and my iPod is greedily sucking my CD collection into itself like a bottomless sponge--I have something like 300 songs on it right now, and I don't even think I've yet hit the 10%-full marker.  I love it.

Kris is not quite so overwhelmed with school now that our machine functions and she doesn't have to make the trek downtown to use the college computer lab.  

The child is continuing to develop in the ways previously mentioned.  Last night, before she went to bed, she pulled the pacifier from her mouth, looked at me, and very clearly stated:  "I got the cookie dough."  I have no idea what she meant by that, but she was apparently content that I got the message, as she replaced the pacifier, lay down, and closed her eyes.  Parenthood is easily one of the most amazing things I've ever experienced, and I am constantly floored by the reality that this is a little human being developing before my eyes, whose development is being guided and shaped by my interactions with her.

And can I get a resounding yawn for our boy Humberto?  My mom called on Wednesday, leaving a worried message on my voice mail about the tropical storm on our doorstep.  It kind of annoyed me.  First off, for the amount of time we lived in New Orleans (and surrounding areas), not to mention our yearly timeshare in Biloxi, my family has weathered worse storms than Humberto.  I mean, hurricanes were as much a part of my life growing up as snowstorms are for the New English, or as droughts are for Californians.  In other words, the hurricane-experience has been imprinted upon me, and in the grand tradition of my family, I'm not gonna budge for anything below a Cat-3.  Apologies to anyone with bitter memories, but I actually enjoy hurricanes.  I love big powerful storms.  Always have.  Anyway, the other thing that annoyed me was that here in Houston, it has rained nearly every day for the past three months.  Am I really going to be that concerned about one more storm system?  Anyway, the amusing irony is that on Thursday morning, after noting a distinct lack of overnight storm activity, I called up the Weather page, only to find that Humberto was chilling right on top of Baton Rouge (where my mom lives).  Dammit.  Now I feel guilty for laughing.  I should probably get in touch with her.

Anyway, that's about all for now.  I'll sign off with an overheard dumbass from a few days back.  On the weekends, we set up a sort of express-lane shrimp and crab stand situated between Meat and Seafood.  I love to man it, 'cause I get to hear all kinds of idiotic things.  Like this:

Just a quick note to say we're back online.  Sadly, that's about all our (P.)O.S. will allow us to do.  Kris and I are awaiting a new computer with XP to replace this new computer.  For those of you who are technologically-inept primates (like me), I offer the following public service announcement:
VISTA SUCKS DEAD DONKEY BALLS!!!!!!!

Anyway, here's a dumbass from a while back:

 
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So, I was reading my Bible a few minutes ago, and as I trudged through the postdiluvian mire of "so-and-so begat such-and-such, who was a great kazoo player of much repute and worldly knowledge," something tugged at my brain in a very distressing fashion.  Annoyed, I flipped back a few pages and reread everything 'till I found the offending passage:

After doing some geographical cross-referencing, my suspicions were confirmed.  The Bible, which is surprisingly accurate in depictions of ancient history, seems to be saying that Nimrod was the first ruler of Mesopotamia.  Not content with the portion of the land that he had inherited, he went forth and built kingdoms throughout the valley's entirety and unified them under his rule.
Now, every history teacher I've had since the sandbox has said that modern civilization can trace its roots to the "fertile crescent" of the valley of Mesopotamia.
If all of the above assertions are true, then the basic point is this:

The progenitor of modern civilization, in all its form and glory, was a guy named Nimrod.
Somehow, I find this entirely appropriate.

This one's for all you "Thundercats" fans...

Whew... with only 50 minutes left before we close, I was afraid I wasn't going to get one today.  Luckily, though, as of a few seconds ago, I am now pleased to present your