Okay, mama is off to take care of the baby, who just woke from his nap. Hungry, I presume.

eta: don't worry, Robin, twern't you.

This study about toddlers and slow pitches?

Excellent use of research funding, no?

Re: "Louie, Louie," good ol' Snopes has exhaustive info on just how wrongfooted the whole thing is. Rumor was actually started by kids to aggravate old people:

Back in 1963, everybody who knew anything about rock 'n' roll knew that the Kingsmen's "Louie Louie" concealed dirty words that could be unveiled only by playing the 45 rpm single at 33-1/3. This preposterous fable bore no scrutiny even at the time, but kids used to pretend it did, in order to panic parents, teachers, and other authority figures. Eventually those ultimate authoritarians, the FBI got involved, conducting a thirty-month investigation that led to "Louie"'s undying — indeed, unkillable — reputation as a dirty song.

EDIT: Funny thing is, the FBI actually spent two years investigating the possibility that the lyrics were actually smutty--great priorities, J. Edgar.

Hey Burrell, I just got your message from earlier. My phone is totally jacked!

Your phone and mine, Kat. It's amazing we can communicate at all. Anyway, I'm home, but my hands will be full for, oh, 1/2 an hour or so.

Burrell needs a headset.

Sara, obviously your cat has hacked into your company's network in a ploy to avoid getting medicated.

Ah, but *what* has the cat hacked into the network? t tech pulls out hairball, looks very worried

Tom, you can totally do this. Not gonna say it'll be easy, because I really don't think it will, but you can do it never the less.

As in, "I have to get up in the middle of the fucking night to test the new blahblah before it goes live. But at least there's a low likelihood that I'll receive an episiotomy in the process."

Hmm. I may adopt this for things like late night feedings and Spit Up Disasters (to bring it ALL back to curdled milk).

However, I've gotta say that in some ways, having natural tears stitched up beats attempting to feed someone at 3am, being as the former was a one-time thing rather than a nightly issue.

Work has just pissed me off. WhatEV.

I've also read some really depressing rumours about Dave Chappelle being batshit crazy. Okay, I don't think he was ever what you'd call normal, but that's sad.

I'm also in receipt of spam trying to sell me Christian Satellite TV. Unless by Christian you mean Bale, please leave me the fuck alone.

I just burned toast in a major way. There's smoke everywhere. Stupid toaster.