My wife is pregnant and she is trying to sleep and I am in the living room playing crazy hi pitched Ethiopian music at four in the morning, drinking tequila and Miller High life, and shouting at frank, our plastic bird.

I’ll believe this goddamn baby when I see it.

That’s just how I am.  I am an empiricist.

Show me the baby.

— from the blog of “T” an old college roomate.