If you came to this domain because you received some spam from it, my apologies. Some anonymous asshat out there used this domain name to send something out and now my ISP is getting slammed with thousands of bounce-back messages, only a fraction of which are actually getting to me. It's annoying.
But I didn't send it. Sorry if that's why you're here.
I don't have any epiphanies to share. I know something big and vital has changed inside me, but I've been hesitant to share them in fear that it would turn them into every cliché I used to dread hearing when I was a swingin' 20something.
That when you hold that baby in your arms for the first time, your whole world shifts.
Not only is that true, but it happens with stunning force, not because of the weight of responsibility, but because (for me at least) the crush of recognition is so devastating. Her eyes were so alert and so curious at such an absurdly early time that it just floored me. I couldn't keep the tears out of my own eyes, every time I looked into her or even saw the pictures I'd posted.
So there's that.
We just came home today, another milestone in a week full of them. I tried not to do it but everything became baby's first whatever in my mind, marked as they happened. Baby's first elevator ride. Baby's first yawn. Now she's here in the house and to have the things that usually go on here -- watching TV, making dinner, taking a shower -- now have this whole other dimension. She's in these activities now. She's home.
I kind of lost it on the third day with the lack of sleep and the size of it all. Everything got hazy and hard to deal with and I think Rebecca was feeling it too because for a larger chunk of that night, we let the nursery at the hospital handle her instead of doing it all on our own just to give ourselves a break for sleep. The next morning, today, we got our second wind and we were ready to do this without the nurses and the doctors and lactation specialists.
There's so much more to tell, but each bit -- our run-in with one horrible nurse at 4 a.m. among a sea of fantastic, loving ones; one tiny and unusual quirk that Lilly was born with which is really kind of amazing; the machine that says "Gaymar" -- feels like a little nugget (not unlike the swaddled pink nugget we brought home) that I should save for a little while instead of vomiting it all out right now at once. So I'll do that as I try to sneak in sleep.
It's funny; fatherhood suits me in its scheduling, at least. I don't sleep much at all anyway; I'm usually up at all hours. Instead it's my wife who seems to be adjusting to my schedule. It's nice to be up at 2 a.m. on a weeknight and have a good reason for it.
Feels weird to mention some of these things, not because they're insignificant, but because it's like the commercials in between life-changing news, but they're also happening and also kind of exciting in their own way, so I can't just ignore them:
I had a videogame review of "Super Stardust HD" for the PS3 that ran on Tuesday, but unfortunately the review didn't make it online. It's a great game, though, and only $10. Highly recommended.
A movie review of The King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters that I wrote runs in Friday's paper and is online. It's a fantastic movie. I was literally finishing the review as Rebecca went into labor and trying to write as I was getting my things together to head for the hospital. If the writing feels rushed, that's why.
The 300 LCP video I posted earlier has been making the rounds on a bunch more blogs and has racked up more than 33,000 views on YouTube. It's what you call going viral, I suppose, and the comments on the video have ranged from ridiculous to pretty awesome. I love people having serious political debates about a 1-minute parody of a not-very-great movie. Adrian, who wrote the piece, might disagree with me, but we're always more concerned about being funny than the larger political ramifications of our material, even though we do have a point of view on this stuff that we discuss to death in the writing process. But sometimes people read a lot more into stuff than we intended. It's been pretty cool to watch this one break out, though. It was one of the first things we shot for the new show.
More videos of ours have been posted on YouTube including "You're Welcome/We're Sorry," which I wrote with Adrian (Nick did the final video edit from an image hunt I did); and "Slutz" which has a second part featured in the stage show that I promise is 10 times more shocking than what's online. I'm posting both below.
Introducing Lilly Grace Gallaga, born 5:44 p.m. Monday, 7 lbs, 5 oz., 19 inches, very cute, very calm.
We're sort of in love with her. She seems pretty cool.
Everyone is doing fine. I brought pictures.
And for those of you who don't come here for the personal stuff (of which there is usually little anyway), my first "Weecap" of the new David Duchovny show Californication has been posted on Television Without Pity. Don't worry -- I wasn't here at the hospital writing it. Showtime was nice enough to put the pilot episode all over the Web in advance for everyone to see.
This pimping brought to you by ... a new dad trying very hard not to freak out and shout from the rooftop.
Right-wingers: not sure what to think of the Latino Comedy Project
Judging from the comments on this very anti-immigration blog, conservatives don't seem to know what to think of our 300 video. Some think it's funny and that we somehow prove their point, while others want to take our Mexican women and make fun of our carb consumption.
Fascinating reading, regardless. It's gotten about 11,000 views on YouTube since it was posted last week, which is great news.
In other great news... I'm at the hospital right now. It's nearly time. We've got quite a few hours to go, but I'll probably have some news before tomorrow.
If things are as slow as they've been so far, I'll post more updates later.
I don't know what changes Netflix made to its Watch It Now, but it went from being completely usable (albeit only under Internet Explorer, which was a little annoying) to being completely unusable because of Microsoft's sure-to-fuck-you DRM schemes.
I was told that I needed to reset my DRM in order to play something (nevermind that it would probably screw up the licenses of anything else I may have paid to download). So I grit my teeth and push the button to reset the DRM. Resetting the DRM failed. They give you a number for technical support for Netflix. I've called and have been waiting for someone to answer for the last half hour.
Edited to add: We finally got the thing to work, but only after lots of jumping through hoops because apparently my new monitor isn't "HDCP compliant" and won't play these videos with a DVI connection. So I can play videos, but only on my old monitor, which is also not HDCP compliant and is connected by DVI. The guy on the phone couldn't explain that and admitted that they're not really happy about all the DRM the studios are forcing them to put on their files. Sounds like it's creating a lot of problems and there's a lot fewer monitors out there with HDCP than they probably think. This is not ideal.