You know, I just don’t really have a lot to write about today. I suppose that is the danger to promising to write something every single day.

Let’s see . . . I have work to do. That’s exciting. I have a website to work on. That’s fun. The design is coming along, with help (I’m certainly no designer). The kids are still alive and strange as ever.

Today Gertrude grabbed the remote, ran toward the TV squealing and managed to turn it on mid-Wiggles episode. She dropped the remote and danced.

Sometimes kids are so damn cute you just can’t help deciding to keep them, rather than sell them on the black market.

Matilda, however, is frightening me. Years ago Geek Friend sold us his Play Station and games to give to Matilda. Most of the games he had benefited me, so we picked up a few age-appropriate titles for Matilda. Winnie the Pooh, Disney Racing and the like. However, after time, she discovered me playing Tony Hawk Pro Skater. A game I find entirely relaxing because of its fluid movement.

Matilda asked to play. Then she started getting good. Now she plays with frequency. I figured, well . . . it’s a skateboarding game. There’s no violence, except for when you land a particularly graceless face plant. Well. It’s certainly not violent but . . .

The soundtrack is filled with punk music. Not the profane “Let the mother----- burn” type of punk. But more mainstream, family friendly punk by bands who usually do the more vulgar variety. Well . . . She’s picked up the songs. I noticed this last night as we were trying to grab a hidden tape in a particularly beguiling place. Suddenly, Matilda began yelling, “I’ve got . . . Psycho Vision.” This was the song playing in the background.

Now, I have to admit that I’m happier with her listening to inane punk without a hint of sexuality than plastering her walls with Justin Timberlake and declaring him a hottie, like her friends. At her age my favorite song was "Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin'" by Journey (someone should have stopped me). However, I can’t help but feel like a horrible parent for introducing my seven-year-old daughter to punk music.

Granted, punk isn’t exactly what it used to be. I mean, we’re not talking about Matilda listening to Johnny Rotten spew out his particular brand of tuneless, revolutionary music. However, she’s listening to music that has a hard edge (but only within the confines of this game, mind you).

I know I need to put a stop to it. But she is so truly enjoying this game. It’s her only kid-like indulgence outside of playing in the dirt. She’s such a quiet, reserved little one that it’s surprising to hear her exclaiming with glee, “I just nailed a totally massive Japan Air!” It’s really odd.

However, I’m wondering what the future holds. Will she eventually move off to the more socially acceptable pop music detritus that is all the rage these days? Or will her love of “Pyscho Vision” and “New Girl” eventually lead to an obsession with the Dead Kennedys and variety of piercings by her ninth birthday?

Maybe I’ll just turn off the music. Or maybe I’ll buy an X-Box, which allows you to create your own playlist for their games.

I wonder if she’ll be able to grab some mad air while listening to Stereolab?