It's never too early:

to introduce my son to Nine Inch Nails.

I am sick of children's programming. That's all I can watch with my son. He gets all fussy when I turn to my favs, such as The History Channel, Science Channel or BBC World News. Foreign films? Yeah right. Masterpiece Theatre? Bullshit. American Idol? Not even. He insists, Piiinguuu!!! or more Paz??? or more Pucca??? Fucking-A -- why did I introduce my child to television? I know it's illegal to blindfold my kid till he's five, but it's impossible for me to get my requisite dose of boob tube culture -- how the hell am I supposed to keep up with the Nielsens? It doesn't help to put him down early, because by that time, I'm ready to conk out too.

Now we're doing R-and-R out here in MD. I say, the chips are down -- Mommy gets to watch what she wants to watch. I'm gonna friggin' watch this Nine Inch Nails concert even though you want to watch cartoons. No, this is not "If You're Happy and You Know It." This will do you some good, honey -- you get an early start on aesthetic/music appreciation. Can you say industrial?

(It was a good concert by the way, but a lot similar to the one I saw at MSG in 2000.)

Fuss Bus

A milestone:

My son finally called me "Mommy" last night.

QUIET ≠ GOOD

I will expound on this further in a minute.

You are never too old...

Note to Self:

I've gotta buy one of these Swirl Syndicate T-shirts for my son.

Jackson Pollock, eat your heart out...

My son isn't even two, and he's already an abstract expressionist.

I hate "the cult of the wunderkind."

From babble.com: "Liveblogging Oprah's Menagerie of Genius Children"

What a bunch of show-offs.

Oprah is better off not having children because she would have screwed them up with an overachieving complex. (What a horrible stage mom she is to herself.)

The apocalypse has come early:

My son has entered his "Terrible Two's" before his second birthday.