Thanks for all of the reassurances that I am, in fact, not such a bad mommy. Apparently, even though I already knew this kinda, this is a stage that nearly every baby goes through. One of those “give them an inch and they’ll take a mile” type situations.

One of the things I love most about the Internet: listening to my old college radio station KCOU. Where else can you go to hear sheepish DJs not read their playlists for an hour? Oh, I’m sorry, that was me as a DJ.

Surreal moment of yesterday: Waiting for help at The Mac Store, this random guy was playing around on a G4 and, suddenly, the White Stripes’ White Blood Cells starts blaring from the computer. Oh, and the store smelled like an entire generation of mice died there. Yuck.

I’m checking out the new Mac OS, Jaguar. It’s supposed to help with the networking here at home, seeing as how every other computer in the house is a PC bent on destroying my precious iBook. Plus, the salesman assures me that I’ll be able to use my Hotmail account with the new Mail program.

Humpf. We’ll see, I guess.