Roman is now a six-month old:

97% in height.
90% in weight.
He’s bad-ass.

I’m finally moving into doing some Information Security work at the office. That’s exciting.

I’m ultra-bummed about Late Night. (By the by, check the comments on the last post for a message from DWR.)

(Also check the comments on the last post if you’d be interested in writing KC music scene updates. I’d be interested if I had a spare minute to wash me own arse.)