The wife is at work, doing her night shift thing.  The kids are asleep.  I've closed the plurk tab.  Settling in for a good, productive night.

I'm going to make some progress on this secret project, God willing and the creek don't rise.  I'll keep this LJ post open as I go along, to mark my progress.

10:25pm: Tonight's task: Transform the thrusters.  Starting with one, auto-generate the other five.  Replace all CObjArray with std:vector.

12:01am: Doing good work.  Time for a Potential Breakup Song break.

12:12am : The neighbor's motion sensor light won't go off.  There's some kids hanging around within its range.  They're not the neighbors.

12:25am: Momo-chan break.  (Peach Girl)  Too late for Deadwood.

12:40am: Police sirens.  Somebody must have called them on the kids.  Good.

12:42am: Yep, the police car is here.  Good.  Because there's more punk kids here now, too.  All types.  Vagrants? They're all talking to the officers in the car.

The police are flying off the handle!  I'm gonna get my video camera.  Will kepp blogging too!
No video camera batteries.  Shots fired!  Don't know who!! More kidts everywhere!  Looking for still camera.  Much catch this.  Calling 911!
They're banging on MY door.
Gah!  My kids awake!  Crying!  Punks at door all bloody.  Won't let them in.  THey're incoherent, something VERY wrong with them.
SHitshithsit  Door will break.  They won't stop.  Putting kids in office with me.  No lock though.
Will blog as much as I can. Air raid sirens? auto-save pls work  won't click "post' until I it's the en

My other blogs are focussed on work and parenting.  I thought about converting this blog to a J-Pop blog, but that's still too broad in scope.  I've been an avid follower of all the Morning Musume graduates since 2001.  And no group better speaks to my heart than v-u-den.  They can say it better than I.

With that, I hereby rededicate this blog as the v-u-den shrine with the song, Loving♥Angel♥Heart.




Now that's bliss.  Seriously, it just makes me happy.

My userpic captures a once endearing family tradition.

I'd pick up the kid, get a little too close to her face, and she'd bite my nose.  It was a game that we played.

Something went horribly wrong today with my son, though.

We woke up this morning to find that the window to Aaron's room was open and something had climbed in.  Aaron was still in bed and he must have slept through it because he was still sleeping! 

I pulled down the sheets, and saw that he'd lost all his color.  I'd rustle him, and he'd only moan.  This wasn't like him at all!  Maybe the cold air made him sick?

I picked him up, and he was limp in my arms.  So I'd playfully nuzzle him with my nose to get a reaction.  He twisted and gave me a large vicious bite on the nose.  Lucky for him I didn't throw him down on the spot.

I yelped and went to the mirror.  The little bugger drew blood!

I sternly told him never to bite me like that again, and we weren't going to play that game until my nose got better.  He was pretty much unresponsive.  He just sat there and licked the blood around his mouth.  Disgusting.  I had to go to work, so I left him with his sister and mother.

[Edit1]I'm at work now.  My nose isn't getting any better.  It's getting worse, there's bruising and puss.  I called home to ask my wife, the nurse, what she thought.  No one is picking up.  Thith ith embarrathing.[/Edit1]

[Edit2]Hurm... Brains...[/Ed

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