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As long as I can remember every time we get a winter storm I'm regaled with stories of the legendary winter of nineteen-seventy-seven, seventy-eight. This winter is not remembered, as you might imagine, for being the year I was born. Rather, my birth is merely a passing footnote in the saga of one of the worst winters in living memory: "Seventy-Eight, the year you were born, now that was a bad winter." That sort of thing.

Just spent most of the afternoon, evening, and a fair portion of night, updating Drupal (the software that runs this site). Some rather nasty database and settings issues bit me squarely on the ass, and I had to manually edit all the the entries for the photos. Fortunately, since I'm so lazy about actually putting crap on here, the job wasn't too overwhelming. Unfortunately there won't be any noticeable improvement in the usability of the site, but it should be more stable and robust down the road.

I've decided that it is finally time that my blog came out in support of Barack. I know that most people have already chosen sides in the election, and also that my readership could be counted on one leprous hand. So me doing this will have no effect on the election, and will likely only serve to irritate the few people who do come here, or at least those that are McCain supporters.

As of my previous post I had planned on blogging about harvest. The dirt, long hours, heat, and general all-around unpleasantness that goes along with it. You know, whine about my job (isn't that one of the primary motivations for bloggers after all?). Well, I'm sad to report that I've been given no cause to do so. I can't justifiably bitch, whine, mope, or even kvetch about harvest this year. The reason for this unreasonably sanguine attitude is that for some unknown--yet entirely welcome reason--I was not asked to help this year.

Things have been a little quiet around the blog lately, I've been a busy adjusting to this whole parenting thing. Being a parent in many ways isn't as hard as I had thought it was going to be. Maybe its because I'm just such an awesome dad, or it could have something to do with Ruth doing basically all of the work. She has done an amazing job of adapting to motherhood and barely shows the stress of late night feedings, countless diaper changes, and all of the other demands involved. I try to help out when I can, and Sophia, for her part has made the whole parenting gig reasonably painless.

Ruth's and my life is slowly turning into a waiting game. It isn't yet Ruth's due date, but we're getting too close to feel like we can go anywhere more than an hour or so away, and we've started carrying the bags and car-seat with us when we go into town, just in case.

Good heavens it's been a long time since I've blogged. I kind of got a little wrapped up with all of the stuff going on, between the banking (see the last post for a rather long and tedious explanation, more has happened since on that matter, but I've come to the realization that no one really cares about my troubles with Wells Fargo). I've also been installing a new shower in our house, and typically to a DIY project it has taken far longer than it should have, but c'est la vie.

Okay, maybe I'm feeling a little theatric with my title this post, but Ruth's and my struggle with the banking world this past few weeks has taken on epic proportions. A grand panorama spanning the country, nay even the very globe figure into this tale. Featuring, villains, heros, buffoons, and Presidents (at least of the local Wells Fargo).

I like to think that so far I've kept the few things that I written on here relatively positive. The world just doesn't need more people moaning about how bad everything is all the time. Sure some things around are pretty bad; we all know that, but you can't swing a proverbial "cat" on the proverbial "internet" without hitting a proverbial "blogger" complaining about their Helio Ocean, or iPhone, or Amazon Kindle, or EV-DO not working exactly like they think it should (all products that don't work in Montana by the way, except for EV-DO, which just won't work within 60 miles of my home.)

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.)