Tomorrow's the festy Mcfesterton, today's with the moving rapidly about town doing various things, and last night was yet again up until 1:30 hacking and bashing New Tederick.com into shape. Whereas a week ago he was still just my sweet little baby, New Tederick.com is now in puberty. I can tell he's in puberty because he's developed that aromatic boy-in-puberty fug, which wafts out of his bedroom in the two or three seconds per day he actually keeps the door open. His arrival in this cherished period of development means that a) I have to hit him a lot more, and b) he keeps gunning for a glimpse of the wife's ta-tas. I don't know what that's about. I think we sheltered him too much when he was in the anal stage.

Across town, having completed his assignment on Clerks 2, Kevin Smith has returned to the internet to bash the AICN talkbackers again. It was relatively funny the first time, but this is pretty much just sad. But then, I'm slowly turning off K-Smith, and for no sane reason at all, just the prevailing (and growing) sense that if we knew each other in real life, he'd really freakin' hate me.

And then there's Maude.

I'm fairly pleased with New Tederick.com, actually, and his zany RSS-powered neobloggeratum. Not sure when I can launch it with everything that's going on in the next week or so, but hopefully it'll be up by December. And this post will be there.