I feel I've been a little remiss in my blogging lately. I don't get too worked up about the frequency of my posts, but I do pay for this website so that I can post crap that no one reads, and just how can a blog be reader-less if there is no content for no-one to read. (If a blogger posts to the Internet and no one is there to read it does it make a difference? That's a little more apropos than "If a tree falls in the forest...", at least for this--and most other--blogs.)
Well anyhow, I digress. (is it possible to digress before you even begin?) I do have a reasonably good excuse for my absence. A couple of weeks ago I had a hard drive failure. Nothing too serious, but it did involve buying another hd so I could easily back-up and re-format the damaged drive. It wouldn't normally have been much of a problem, I wasn't in danger of losing many files and the drive isn't the startup drive, but instead was my media drive that hold my iTunes library (I do have a secondary back-up of the music but it would be much less convenient and I would be losing some ripped DVDs if I had used it). So, no problem right, just order a shiny new terabyte drive and problem solved. Right. Unless you decide to get it from PC Universe who takes two long weeks to ship the drive, and also manages to destroy both software cds included with the drive. Fortunately Macs come with a better disk utility than the crap most drive manufacturers ship with their drives. But the whole experience has left me two weeks behind on podcasts, longing to hear the dulcet tones of Regina Spektor, Emm Gryner and Tegan and Sara once again issuing from my desktop speakers while I work, and with a bad taste in my mouth for PC Universe.
Enough of that rant.
Ruth and I had a good day last wednesday. It was Ruth's 20-week ultrasound. We took our long time friend/antagonist Kathy along to the appointment. (She said she wanted to see the ultrasound, but I suspect that she was actually there to re-assure Ruth that the baby will likely look nothing like me, that there really isn't any truth to this whole "genetics" thing, and that even with me as the father the baby will almost certainly not be hideous.) It was a really great time, and all the appropriate parts seem to be in the appropriate places, except for that one part (you know the one) that was conspicuously absent. So, "The Progeny" Stewart [see earlier post] is now officially "The Progenette" or, more prosaically "Sophia." I would ask readers to not steal our idea for a name so there won't be too many Sophias running around taking the spotlight from my daughter, but who am I kidding? Readers?!? Ha!
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Goodbye for now, my throngs of imaginary readers.