Whew! What a weekend. I feel like I never stopped!

I took it upon myself to print everything that I’ve written that has been published somewhere. Including this site. It took me more than 10 hours, plus 90 minutes at Kinko’s copying movie reviews and what not. Needless to say, I’m exhausted.

The good news is that I now have a full color portfolio of some of my favorite work, as well as an in-depth group of . . . stuff. Yep, pretty much everything from Intercot, to Movie Review Weekly, to StreamSearch. My entire post-college history on paper.

It’s an impressive tome. I hadn’t realized that I’d worked that much. But, I guess I did. What’s most amazing, to me at least, is the sheer amount that I no longer have access to. When at StreamSearch I had written content for the site daily, not to mention thousands of movies catalogued in the database. All gone. Sigh. So is life, I suppose.

I was reading a book to Kait last night that led us on a bizarre adventure. The main character of her book was to spend the day with her Grandpa fixing a toilet. Kaitlyn, it was revealed, had never seen the inner-workings of this most special modern convenience.

This sent us on a ten-minute adventure looking at both toilets. We discussed the chain, the plunger and the thingy that actually floats on the water. It was quite fun lifting it and watching the water stop.

We then washed our hands (it is a toilet after all) only to discover the sheer lack of a towel. Therefore, it was necessary to march through the house with our hands poised like surgeons who had just washed up.

Overall, it was quite the fun adventure into Commodianland.

Gertrude refuses to sleep during the day. We’re not quite sure why. This is not to say she’s depressed, sad or cranky. Just happy. In fact, today was the first time she cried since Friday. It’s an odd feeling.

She fights and fights to stay awake. She looks like that guy in a bar after last call. Too tired to stay, to drunk to go. He just sits there, nodding off.

It would be okay if she weren’t so damn cute. But she is. So, she forces me to play with her constantly.

It’s not like she doesn’t complain. If she’s bored, she yells, “Ah!” That’s it. Demands attention. Otherwise, she’s content to lie on her back looking at stuff. Of course, so am I. But there isn’t much a child can watch that David Lynch directed. . .

She rolled over today. Four times! Clearly advanced for a three-month old. Watch out. When she takes over the world . . . she’ll demand your subservience. Are you prepared?

Just remember not to mention the drooling. It angers the young queen.