Hey, expandakarl and nessbrain: be glad you don't live in America!

Names: they're for life, not just for Christmas. Bah!

We seem to have settled into a new pattern. I come home from work and play with my assorted munchkins until dinner time. After dinner, the Beloved brings the Boy Wonder upstairs to boob him to sleep, and I take the BatPup off to her room and we watch an episode of Kipper and have "stories and songs". The stories almost always involve The Three BatPups, her absolute favourite storytelling engine. I'm running out of songs to sing, but fortunately she has a few new favourites, of which number one is undoubtedly Elton John's Empty Garden; if we're watching songs on YouTube instead, she's also inordinately fond of Gotye's Heart's A Mess, mainly for the animation. After she falls asleep, around 9ish, I come out to discover that the Beloved has fallen asleep with the boy, so I spend some quality time with the Elder Daughter of DOOOM (Doctor Who and Futurama are usually involved) and then I have the evening to myself. Being largely braindead by this stage - around ten PM - I usually just do the washing up instead. Then I go to bed.

As ruts go, it's not too bad. I hope the Boy Wonder will reprise his earlier trick of going to sleep unattended sooner or later though, because conversation with one's Beloved is an underrated thing...

In other news: I found my old database of the original flurf.net website, pre-2007, and I'm writing some code, in Lisp of course, to read it and translate it. When that's working, I'll stick the backdated blog entries here and on my blog site, but that's a low-priority task. Much higher priority is translating my PHP/PDF code for Mr Death into LaTeX; that's coming along nicely.

Right, enough. Bed time.