It must be one of the joys of being a parent to spend 30 minutes putting your child in a life vest, inner tube, water wings and flippers only to have them scream and cry the minute they touch the water.

There was a rat poking around near the pool today.  When I was a kid I used to love Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH by Robert C. O'Brien as well as the film adaptation which continues to be my favorite animated movie.  When I was a kid if I'd seen a wild rodent I would have imagined that it was a hyper-intelligent being that had escaped from a government test facility and was harvesting electricity.  Today I worry about fleas, rabies, the Plague of Justinian, etc.  Aint bein' a grown up swell?

For some reason Blockbuster has been unable to ship anything to my new apartment since I moved in.  That said, somehow, someway, I'm supposed to have Borderlands arriving in the mail shortly.  Space cowboys, first person shooter, scrapyards of rusted metal.  Sounds like fun, Beavis.