Here's the promised follow up pic, and I swear it's the very last time I shall devote valuable picspace to this exact thing (until I lose half the arm in a lightsabre fight in 2012), but she is a month plus a day old today, and oh my she's still just so damn beeeuoooteefull:

I know I make grandiloquent statements along these lines quite a lot, but this is the best thing I've done all summer. Hell, possibly best ever. This goes straight to the heart of me.

Today TJ and I were having an e-mail back-and-forth about whether or not girls are worth it. Here's where I stand:

Points for: 2
Points against: 38

But admittedly I'm biased, so feel free to argue. And I recently got all twiddly just from examining the scars on somebody's hands, so who freakin' knows what "worth it" even means. Meanwhilst, I was at the IGA this evening with my reusable shopping bags, and the woman behind me in the line said something about how it was so inconvenient to always have to remember to bring the bags along or whatever, and I said "Well, if saving the world were easy, everyone would be doing it." Which proves that a) I now officially talk like a comic book character, and b) I am one amazingly self-righteous little fucker, huh? Which is tempered nicely by something I said the other day while mulling the existence of god and whether or not such a being interferes in the day-to-day lives of humankind: "Ultimately, I could never respect a god who wastes time looking out for me." So clearly the kids are all right.

Lots to do tonight.

"[Shooting became] like the Bay of Pigs. Just hit the beach, get as many confirmed kills as possible, and move on." - David Fincher