Who will the mysterious fourth member of Pettman clan be? That's right folks, the baby birthday prediction experts say that October 19th is the day. If you think you are smarter than those fake experts then try to prove it by accidentally guessing when the correct day is!

Speaking of events in the past or future, Hun City was pretty ok last weekend. Mostly we did nothing, which isn't as hard as it seems. It was actually nice and pretty relaxing, plus I got to dig up part of a septic field. Here's Roxanne's version.

If you only have enough money to illegally download one album this year, I suggest Takk, by Sigur Ros. You might be thinking: those guys can't even spell sugar, how great can they be? Well, they are not really trying to spell sugar at all, it's Icelandic, because they're Icelandic, and they will rock your face off! Well, maybe not all the way off, since it's not rock at all, but it's still supremely good in an unexplainable way. I have a netquaintance named Kári who actually lives in the same town as them, and he sent me a picture that shows where their studio is. I #&$&@# love Iceland! It's great, I can't really explain why, it's just a feeling I have. I think everyone has a place that they are drawn to but they don't know why. Did you know that 53% of all Icelanders believe that invisible fairie people called Huldufólk? It's true.

I think Roxanne's dog is starting to like me more. Her cats have always liked me, because cats like me. I'm like an ambassador to the world of cats, they always give me honourary degrees to cat universities and stuff. But dogs sometimes take a bit longer to warm-up. Anyway, Bailey seems to remember who I am now. He doesn't bark in my ear, and he doesn't accidentally walk into me. That's good, because he's like 115 lbs. and his head is at crotch level.