4/6/71

Suburban Hospital. Bethesda, Maryland.

I'm 39 today and as my father so graciously pointed out, my 39th year on this planet is actually over and this day ushers in my 40th. Thanks, dad.

This one's a quicky (and a little late) do to my infant son learning to crawl and his refusal to go down without a fight.

Also, it's about 85 degrees 80% humidity (D.C. is a southern town, you know) around here and the ol' blood's still thick from winter, so I've spent a good amount of the evening sprawled belly-down on the kitchen floor and panting kinda like a Siberian Husky in August.

I had a *longer* commentary about our phony of a president donning a White Sox cap a the Nat's game (that's a senator's move, NOT a president's) and then failing - then flailing - to name EVEN ONE PLAYER when asked about his beloved South Side team. I don't know if he was being political and trying not to offend or if he really was that bereft of any real knowledge about his place of origin, but it was difficult to listen to... Even for someone who is admittedly not a fan of the guy.

Takes on the Modern Warfare DLC nonsense, a couple general gaming revelations, finally finishing MGS4, Donavan McNabb being a Redskin, etc. were all on the birthday blog menu, but it's too damned late & too damned hot for me to think, so here are the cliff's notes with an option to expand and expound later:

-People suck. (Not you)

-Video games are fun, but I hate dialogue trees and fetch quests.

-Unreal Tournament III for $1.99 is still not a bargain, because I'm never going to play it.

-Operation Flashpoint is great and if you don't think so, it's your loss.

-MGS3 was better and Otacon's constant boo-hooing was annoying.

-In one day, the Redskins went from the worst starting QB in the NFC East to the best.

-I like beer.

There you go.

Good night.