Almost a week of not posting. I'm a Blogslacker.

Life. Oy.

The wife and I did the registry thing at Babies 'R' Us. It was over three hours of the infant arcane, fascinating but exhausting. Newborns, I learned, need stuff like tiny T-shirts with snaps all the way 'round because they hate having shirts pulled over their proportionally large, uncontrollable heads. They need little bulbs to irrigate boogers from their noses because they don't know how to blow. They have to wear little mittens so as not to scratch themselves when their little hands flail around spastically. There are -- thankfully -- thermometers that read body temp from the ear, so you don't have to from the little dude's nether region.

How do women know this crap? It's their network of friends, of course. Every first-time expectant mother is barraged with information from every woman she knows who's squeezed out a yard ape. I'm deeply thankful the same is not true of men. My friends with children only look at me occasionally with a cocked eyebrow and knowing smirk. I can handle that.

I'm most pleased that I found a product called Buttpaste. It doesn't sound like the sort of thing you'd want to have to use on your kid, but there was a certain appeal to the discovery after hours of fleece blankies, pacifiers, and micro-sized booties.

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I bought the Revenge of the Sith soundtrack yesterday, basically for the accompanying DVD. The 16 "music videos" present an awesome ride through the entire saga. They're best enjoyed without Ian McDiarmid's narrative interludes (despite the fact he's been the highlight of the prequels).

After watching the DVD, I sampled a few tracks from the soundtrack and I have to say, hearing Leia's theme, then Luke's theme on the final track, "A New Hope and End Credits," raised gooseflesh.

I've ordered our tickets for the evening of the 19th. Can't wait.