Так мое слово становится камнем

One week (a boring post if you're not me)

In which Sig prattles on a little about his son and heir. You probably shouldn't bother to read this.


My mother-in-law took a picture of me this morning. I was wearing my Fred '08 t-shirt and Ian was in my lap, listening spellbound as I read aloud from Anne Coulter's Slander. I think the only way I could have presented a more offensive scene to liberals would be if I were somehow wearing my Army uniform with the t-shirt while carrying a concealed assault rifle.

If I get the pic, I'll be sure to post it.


"More water? More ice? A margarita?"

The nurse-midwives decide that it might be helpful for her to be able to see the baby coming out. A pair of DoD anti-satellite laser/spotlights are aimed at her unmentionables, and a giant mirror is brought out. This is not something that we had really planned on doing in our birth plan, mostly because I have seen all of the Alien movies and didn't really fancy living one out. But once they wheel it out and allow us to see the Miracle of Birth live and in full color, my response is pretty much the same as my wife's: "Ew."

My life has officially changed again.

My life has officially changed again.

Born 1210 local time on 28FEB08 at the local naval hospital, measuring 20.5" long and 7 lbs 3 oz, I present to you my son and heir, better known as Siglet but officially known as Ian Anthony.

SitRep to follow. Eventually. =)


[Edit: added the date; sorry for the confusion.]

And now for some techpr0n

In which Sig talks techie nerdy stuff in the context of his new computer.

A von Neumann machine is a type of self-replicating machine

Jokes are funnier when you have to explain them. This courtesy of XKCD:

Two weeks to go. Plus or minus two weeks.



In which Sig does the milblog echo chamber thing and links to somebody else instead of writing something himself.

Cthulhu is looking better all of the time.

Quoth the candidate's wife,

Barack Obama is the ONLY person in this who understands that. That before we can work on the problems, we have to fix our souls. Our souls are broken in this nation.

Speak for yourself, sister. I find your sweeping statements about my soul offensive on a philosophical, theological, and personal level. The condition of said spirit is between myself and my creator, kthxbye.

Leaving well enough alone

Since my favorite content management system is getting ready to release version 6, I thought I might as well get my own site updated to the latest in the 5.x branch so I'll be able to upgrade when it's time. While I was at it, I added some themes and selected a new default. There were a few that had great potential but then some massive fatal flaw; this is not my favorite, but it looks sharp and will do until my whimsy directs me elsewhere.

However, since most of you read this via RSS, it probably doesn't matter that much.


PS- Why aren't the rest of you reading via RSS? I mean, seriously.

Fortunate Son

My fortune cookie today:

A short stranger will soon enter your life with blessings to share.


4 weeks to go.


Syndicate content