Okay. Yeah. It's been over two years since I've been on here and that's just pathetic. BUT. Here I am now. I am now a married man. I am now the proud father of a little girl that was born on Christmas Day. Her name is Alessa Marie Norris and she looks like me. Shower her with your pity. It's been interesting becoming a father. Normally I would be a raging seething mass of hate as I peered at the world from my beady eyes, but all of that abates when I look at her. I am developing the bad taste to even find her crying to be in some way adorable. I mean, what the hell? Normally the sound of a crying baby would piss me off, but this isn't an issue of being consistent, really. It's MY baby crying, it's MY baby that needs her diaper changed, and it's MY baby that needs mommies boobs RIGHT NOW. It's all just wonderfull. The best is when she looks at me with those blue eyes. How I know she is starting to fixate my existence in her mind, a concrete reality around which her world will revolve. A potent mix of fear and wonder is the birth of a fathers daughter. Her mother has proven to be amazing, and seems very much to be capable of handling the challenge. It's amazing how much more in love with someone you can be after the birth of a squealing, cooing infant. It can improve their character, or at least in the case of my wife make all of their positive elements shine through more brightly.