They're All Twitterpated

I held my new nephew in my arms today. His name is Mercer Smith. I will call him Cer Smith because it makes me laugh every damn time I say it out loud.

Brendan held him too. As he held him, he kept giving me looks. Big eyed looks. "I want one" looks. There was a lot of me shaking my head and shouting "But I'm too young!"

All of you who chuckled at that will be found.

Look at how excited the Waif is to have birthed a foal. Somewhere out there, Sarah's cracking up.


Here's the little scamp himself. Admittedly he looks a tad like E.T. in this picture, but he's a damn little darling and I like him very much.


Lot's of big stuff has happened to me lately. First I destroy my blog template, then I go to the Seattle Comic Con (that will be another post, don't worry), the Waif gives birth AND I FOUND A MUG!

Ok, since honesty is the best policy, I will say that I did not find this mug. Tracy found me this mug. And then bought me this mug. It is...well, you can see for yourself why both she and I knew it had to be. And if you don't, well, I just don't know what you're doing here.

The best part about it: I really believe the tone is meant to be kind of a "eh, what the shell", c'est la vie kind of tone. But that's not how I read it (and consequently say it out loud). Oh no. It's angry. It's a serenely-colored angrily exclaiming mug. And therefore, the most perfect mug in the history of things that hold hot water. I'm so happy.

Brendan has now been engaged to help me fix this crap heap of a template. So stay tuned for changes. I'm not paying him so keep your expectations low.