Happy Birthday, Dion ... one year old as of this month, we see him here pensively staring out from his crib, wondering where his youth has gone and trying to figure out what the hell to do next.

There is no sleep for us in this house. The transition from family bed to private quarters has not been welcomed, in fact has been deemed betrayal itself ... we are all a bit hazy and on edge, as so it shall remain until the advantages and satisfactions of a room of one's own dawn upon our son and he accepts this important first step toward independence.

In other developments, I've been studying up on Satan's influence on rock and pop music, particularly the deceitful nature of the CCM industry and so-called "Christian Rock" ...