Because I am that big of a geek...

and I'm so not afraid to admit it! Fettish and I are deciding what costume's we are going to do for Convergence next year. We didn't have the money or the will to do anything fun or new this past Con because of a small bundle arriving in February. Besides any costume that I would have fit into wouldn't have fit me afterwords I was still at least 15 lbs heavier than i have ever been and who wants to be reminded of that afterward?
I have decided to sew myself a Starfleet Duty Skant Uniform, using the official pattern of course. It's the insanely-short-especially-for-a-uniform dress that that is an option for both men and women in the Trek universe. I'm going with the Next Generation version because that is the show that I grew up watching and is probably my favorite. Complete with pips on the collar and a communicator button. If I was rolling the dough I would also shell out for the medical tricorder with electronics but I can't justify a $550 prop for a costume since that would be the rent money.
Yes folks I am that geeky that I go to conventions and get all dressed up in a Starfleet uniform. To those who snigger I say, obviously you have never partied all weekend with bout 6000 other intensely geeky people with free booze and ample space to have just about any geek related activity. Because if you had you would know how fucking awesome it is.

Drunken posting

It is 2:04 in the afternoon and I am a little tipsy. I have had one shot of vodka and already everything is a little blurry if i move my head too fast. I never thought I would have a drink before say 5 or 6 pm, but here I am. My lovely son is at my sisters house right now and so I am taking my fun where I can get it.
Things I have learned 9 months into being a parent
- If the baby is sleeping do everything in your power to assure he remains that way.
- If the baby is sleeping, only do things that you enjoy, the chores can wait until later.
- Those 1st few months when the baby sleeps all the time? Those are great.
- Get sex when you can.
- Remember he will only be this way for a short while so enjoy it/be patient.

What Fettish has learned in his 9 months of parenthood
- Don't ejaculate inside hooha's (he said it in a much more graphic way), because it will ruin your life. Not that I don't love our son, but damn it was such a nice life that we had.

Netflix

I love me my Netflix list. I've got over 80 DVD's on the list and only that few because I won't allow myself to add anymore till I got through some. I'm not a purist though, I do change my list around according to what I want to see at any given time and I will add and bump up to the top of my queue. I mostly do that with TV shows (cough-science fiction-cough). Right now I have a good system, two random movies and then two discs of Star Trek:The Next Generation with the patter repeating for the next 10 discs or so.
I am always up for movie suggestions, the crazier the better. I watch almost everything with the exceptions being most big budget action films, and sappy romantic comedies. Documentaries, weird independents, and foreign films are my usual fare. Today I watched Maxed Out, a depressing/terrifying movie about the credit industry and how they prey on those most vulnerable. Almost like rabid, greedy, powerful lobbyist possessing hyenas. If you want to give yourself another reason to either never get a credit card or work toward not having one, give it a watch.
On a completely different note, how about that Al Franken/Norm Coleman recount? I think it's hilarious, and of course I'm hoping for a Franken win. A fact my very Republican father was quite disgusted by. Oh well, raise your kid to be a free thinker and you reap what you sow.

9 months

Today's post is an idea that I totally and unabashedly stole from the wonderful dooce.com, a monthly letter to my son. Long before I got pregnant I thought her monthly letter to her amazing daughter was such a cool idea and I resloved to do the same for my kid one day. Now that I have a kid I must say that I have even more respect for that woman because holy shit it's hard to remember stuff like that! Children are like the brain slugs from Futurama, only more cuddly.

Love,
9 months old already! Your dad and I are so amazed at how fast you grow. The past couple months you have gotten a few inches taller or so it seems. Already in size 4 diapers, which I'm sure will love to know when you are old enough to read this, especially when you discover I have posted it on the internet!.
For the 1st time in your life you have been sick. It was horrible. Absolutely horrendously terribly bad. At one point I believe it was around 3 am, your temp spike up to 104.8. At that point I said "fuck it" and gave you medicine even though it had only been 5 hours (instead of the recommended 6) since your last dose. Which you had mostly puked up anyway.
Since you got sick you have rejected us feeding you with a spoon. Probably because of having to take your medicine in liquid form through a syringe being forced into your mouth. We all have a love/hate relationship with giving you medicine, it makes you feel better but gods do you hate it! I will certainly not miss having to give you medicine that way.
Yesterday Dad and I took you voting with us. We made it trough the 2 hour wait and you were amazing. As long as once of us held you, you were content. It was a historic election and I am so glad you were here to see it. A black man was elected to be the President of the United States of America for the first time ever. Both mama and daddy voted for him and were ecstatic when he won.
Lately you have been really interested in books. The past few weeks you will actually sit and listen to a whole story and it's great. Your favorites so far are Moo, Baa, La La La and Let's Dance Little Pookie both by Sandra Boynton. You get closer and closer to standing unassisted every day. You will get on all fours and stick your butt up into the air, then realize that you can't get to a standing position and sit back down. You have also started expressing affection to people with hugs and kisses. It's adorable the way you will grab someone's face, pull it to your own and simply press your wide open mouth to the face in the general vicinity of their mouth.
I love you endlessly Kid,
mama

fucking sweet!

Totally awesome, he won.Me being me and having my luck i left the election party we were at just before the 333 count came in. Fettish and I took Kid with us when we voted today. It was a 2 hour wait and most of the time Kid demanded to be held. No need to work out for a couple days after that experience.
I've voted in every election I've been able to and quite proud of having done so. Fettish on the other hand had never voted before and admitted to me that if I hadn't prodded him into doing so he probably would not have this year either. It was just as thrilling as every other time! My ballot was #1783 to be counted in my district.
When I found out that Obama was elected i actually felt a little hope spring forth for our country again. That's a first.

sleepytime fun adventures continued

It is 2:30 pm as I write this, my 9 month old son who woke up at 9:30 am is refusing to take a nap. This is highly unusual for him, he has about 2 and a half maybe 3 hours of being awake before it is time for a nap. We are still cosleeping and usually he will only nap for any extended period of time if I am in bed next to him, naturally I am a little frustrated by this. Today after 2 hours of frustrated attempts to get Kid to cuddle up next to me, drink his milky and slip away to dreamland I put him in his crib and I am letting him cry for a bit. I so rarely do this, in fact I think the last time was when I blogged about doing so!
I hate it. I feel so guilty listening to him sob, all he wants is love and I feel like a right bitch for not giving in. I just keep telling myself it's only for 15 minutes and everything will be OK. When he's not crying I'm thinking "oh shit, what if he's choking or something horrible is happening? I better go open the bedroom door a crack and stare at him to relieve my fears." Because I am that kind of mama.

It's 71.6 degrees on November 2, in Minneapolis isn't that great?

So glad it hasn't really snowed yet...

Damn, no magical change has taken place, he's still crying. I've waited 20 minutes that's long enough. Maybe we try again tomorrow.

Always a day late, for fucks sake

I had planned on doing NaBloPoMo and I still will, but just like last year I'll go an extra day. This month I'm planning on blogging on whatever comes into my head, probably everything from updates about Kid to book reviews, to random stream-of-consciousness rants. I am pretty excited for this, since I had the baby it's been way to easy to just not blog, but if I can get in the habit who knows, maybe I'll actually get the occasional regular reader. Perhaps even a comment or two. If I really get up some effort I may even do a redesign of the site complete with a spiffy new blog header. But I make no promises, I will do what I can with the limited internet that the wireless router fairy chooses to give me. Perhaps I should build her a shrine and periodically give offerings of mountain dew and doritos.