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A friend of mine from work, Yoz, keeps introducing me (sometimes, indirectly) to addictive little shockwave games. Here’s another one of them: Desktop Tower Defense. The main problem is that it can take a good deal of time to get through. But like all good games, the time goes really quickly, at least subjectively!

We’ve had a potty in the bathroom for a few weeks now. We give her praise for sitting on it, but mostly ignore it. We’ve sat her on it in a way she could actually make use of it a few times before, but nothing’s come of it. Today on the way to the bath (she traverses the house naked from the living room to the bathroom,) she asked for the potty and went to sit on it.

We went to our second museum since Sam’s birth today. And it was a much better experience than the previous time (in Princeton during Sam’s first conference.) Sam lasted for a full 40 minutes or so at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art (SFMOMA). They were having an exhibit of Picasso and American artists that he influenced. It was neat to see Picasso beside the artists the he inspired, whether direct derivations, or connected more tangentially.

As usual, I am late to the internet meme game, but I recently came across LOLCATs. (see also Cats Can Has Grammar). I got one in my email about an upcoming work project. More recently, I was reviewing older, less relevant email streams came across http://icanhascheezburger.com/ — too funny! Had to share. Enjoy. This one really cracked me up.

Dear Sam, April has always been one of my favorite months, as it usually heralds the arrival of spring: longer, lighter days, breezy weather, delicate daffodils, and peeping baby frogs. Academics, however, like to quote T.S. Eliot’s “The Waste Land” and proclaim that “April is the cruelest month.” While it is true that the last month of the academic semester usually entails a mountain of grading, I always welcomed April gladly because it meant that the end of tedium and the beginning of May freedom was near.

<p> Well, I&#8217;d been hankering for some time. But tonight it became a reality. I purchased my 4th motorcycle. (No, I still don&#8217;t have the other three. I&#8217;ve only had one at a time, I&#8217;m no Jay Leno.) This one is just a little less crotch-rocket than I&#8217;d owned before. It still has zip, but it&#8217;s just a little more dignified, and a lot more comfortable. When I took it for an inaugural spin around the block, it was strikingly familiar.

Carolyn has posted a warm post over on MonsterFool called Good Times which I encourage you to check out for Sam tales. I share her general sentiment. Usually I notice it each night as we sing the final lullabies in our bedtime ritual.

Dear Sam, Do you have anything in your life that you’re (almost) always glad that you’ve done, you usually enjoy doing, but you dislike (or just have a hard time) starting? I have several of these. Working out is one of them. I have a hard time getting from the house to the front door of the gym. Once I’m through the doors, I usually enjoy myself, and when I’m done a workout, I rarely regret having been.

I hate when I’m stopped for directions in San Fancisco. I’ve not been in the area long, and I spend astonishingly little time in the city that isn’t 1) in the office or 2) on the walk to/from BART/carpool. I was stopped on the walking portion of my morning commute today by an older Hispanic man and his obviously embarrassed wife. He told me, in fairly unaccented English: “I am looking for the office of Miglatude.

Sam, Carolyn and I went for an outing today after Sam’s afternoon nap. We generally try to do these things in the morning when we have a little more time, but it was a typically lazy Sunday morning complete with lying around on the couch, listening to jazz and a pancake breakfast, so morning wasn’t happening. <p> It was a sunny afternoon here in El Cerrito, but we could see the fog nestled around the city with only the transamerica building and one other poking out.