The BadPuppy isn't even a year old and already wants to help Daddy with work. Not only is Puppy not even fazed anymore when Daddy's head repeatedly fills the new REC's-head-shaped-dent in front of the keyboard in the home office, she howls and yelps in unison with him, demanding to sit on his lap and help.

Today I let her help me write an answer template for mail I too often have to send.

Poll: Girl Scout Cookies
x-posted to da brog.

All things considered, while I have no death wish I'd understand if her father were to start strangling me. I wouldn't even hold it against him.

Highlights:

• Went to Australia
• Finished my first game as a lead programmer
• other less exciting stuff

Because it's Wednesday. You know it's true. Ooh, ooh, ooh.

Music just has a bunch of notes that I am entirely unable to relate to in any emotional context. On account of my untrained ears and my magnificent manly heart?

But first, an out-of-context quote:

"'It's so hard having kids!' Come on, man, that's not hard. I'll tell you what hard is; try talking your girlfriend into her third, consecutive abortion. Yeah. That's hard. That takes finesse. You're just inconvenienced."

Mainly pictures.