Sam At Large

So I returned from Edmonton after visiting my brand new niece, Julie.  I’m not biased, but she is the cutest baby of all time.  You just take a look at this photo and tell me I’m wrong.  And if you DO say that I’m wrong (ie. you have girls of your own and feel you are obliged to disagree), I’ll probably just ignore you until you change your mind and say the right thing.

But, seriously, Julie is fantastic and I’m very much going to enjoy being Uncle Sam.

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In the course of an average day, I probably read about a million emails and blog posts and twitter feeds all with information about the interweb, mobile phones, dwarfs and marketing.  Ok, that number isn’t quite right — probably closer to two million.  Anyway, today I’m looking at one of my usual mobile marketing sites and they have one of those annoying banner ads.  You know the ones: “His IQ is 145!  Can you beat that? Take the quiz.” and they have a picture of Bill Gates or Stephen Hawking or Bono.

The one I saw today was especially disquieting because it confirmed what I’ve been wondering for a while: those celebrity IQ numbers are total bullshit.  “Her IQ is 120. Can you beat that?” coupled with a picture of Paris Hilton.  ‘Nuff said.

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We got this really crazy email at the Broadburst office today.  I can’t say who it was from.  I can’t even speak to the substance of the email.  But let’s just say that my grid was blown off its axis and I think our business will never be the same again.  At least, I hope so.  I know that’s cryptic, but that’s just going to be the way it is.

Julie Charity Anne Zukowski.  I think that’s a fantastic name.

Phone pic from my mom (way to go on MMS sending, Judy!) as of an hour ago (2pm PST).  Baby Z is just too cute!  I can’t wait to go see her.

It’s a girl. 9 lbs 9 oz.  It’s official: I’m now an uncle.  More info and, most certainly, pics to come soon.

Thumbs up, is right!  Word from my sis is that she’ll be induced on Wednesday (2 days hence).  But, this evening, she was feeling cramps in her belly and felt heavier in the front.  So it could happen sooner.  Jen suspects that her obstetrician did ‘something’ during today’s weekly appointment.  Ever since seeing the doctor she’s been having the said cramps and heaviness.

Whatever.

It’s finally happening.  It’s been a long time for me and now she’s finally going to have the baby.  And don’t tell me that it’s been harder on her.  Excuses, excuses.  Get the kid out now!

I told Jen that from now on I would no longer be taking phone calls from her.  I will only speak to the baby.  People, don’t trouble me with your ‘facts,’ such as “But the baby won’t be able to speak for at least a year” or “He/She won’t know what a telephone is” or “You can’t speak ‘Infant’ anymore.”  Rules are the rules and I stand by my commitments.

I’ll be flying out to Edmonton this weekend.  My car’s a piece of crap so don’t get any ideas about stealing it.  Seriously.  It has rust.

I’ll update as events warrant.