Testa Disbands

All I can say is WOW.

I know that Dick’s death was a blow. I also know that Robin and group did not like the direction in which the firm was heading. And we all miss Dean. But disbanding?!? WOW.

May their path forward be easier than Brobeck’s.

Why so long since the last time?

And why pick such a wierd topic (Konfabulator/Dashboard) to drag me back to my blog? Who knows. The rainy weather? The break in the rainy weather? Re-reading my old blogs? Finishing Villa Incognito? Who knows. Who cares. I am glad I’m back.

So I am a little late to the game….

I have been re-energized in my enjoyment of all things Mac by the recent MacWorld Expo. I have been spending time exploring (and anticipating) Tiger. All is good.

And then I come across and RSS feed on cool tools for OS X. I am introduced to Konfabulator. Given how tricked out my Firefox is, it is shocking how I did not find Konfabulator earlier. But then I asked the obvious question. Is this Dashboard? Sorry I am late to this one.

All I can say is that I was intially outraged by the MacWorld article. I am glad I found the Dennis Sellers blog.

All I can do is chalk this one up to being way out of the loop. For now, I will just watch. Oh, but this morning I paid my $20 to Arlo….he deserves it. AND I will buy Tiger.

And now for something really important…

Would you believe that I have nothing to write?

What’s funny about this is that I have plenty of time right now to write, but I have nothing to write. Perhaps I should get back to work.

A Father’s Feeding Dilemma

When I try to feed my daughter there really is no choice.

I have to use a bottle.

Last night, Malena did not enjoy the variety in feeding options. She screamed. She wailed. She screamed some more.

So there I sit. The only way I can calm her is to put my pinky finger in her mouth (upside down, no less). She sucks ferociously. The image of paint being stripped off of a lead pipe comes to mind. Every time I extract my finger�screaming, wailing. But then I notice. Where are those tears that first emerged two weeks ago?

Note: When my daughter cries (i.e., cheeks wet with tears), the visual shreds your heart into pieces smaller than an Enron spreadsheet.

But where are those tears now?

What? Is this anger? Is this stubbornness? I can outlast you, my little adversary. Where do you think that you got that stubbornness from anyway? Your Mom and I are the masters.

Little does my daughter know. She can get anything from me with tears…and nothing with stubbornness.

Here’s to hoping that my little manipulator to be doesn’t learn that trick anytime soon.