Hopefully our kid won't take out half of New York in its confusion...

I WAS gonna write something about how the new Roots album is OF COURSE awesome and how the new Black Francis sounds exactly like what Frank Black should've been doing as soon as he left the Pixies and how the new Portishead is amazing if a tad reminiscent of Nine Inch Nails (which isn't a bad thing, just surprising) and how the new Boris makes me all warm inside as only Japanese metal can, and how the new Madonna sucks harder than a tranny in a four-way despite having the help of Pharell, Timbaland, Justin Timberlake AND Kanye West, and why the hell is she trying to look like Peaches when she's so much better looking just as herself...

...um, it looks like the kid's coming out. Kinda.

So, we're just gonna sit here and breathe and watch screaming dancing bunnies on the TV and wait for the little critter to let us know when it's time for me to put on the diving suit and jump into the Ladyfriend's cervix and pull that little lady out.

Holy crap. Holy crap. Holy crap.

More as it happens.

Oh, and also: even if it wasn't a Cthulhu movie, Cloverfield fucking rocked. So there.