Imagine Carter USM and Heavenly having a kid. That kid would be Los Campesinos, who I believe are from Wales:

“I never cared about Henry Rollins … I never cared about Ian MacKaye …”

Great stuff.

Anya and I have a new game in which I pretend that I’m a monster. Being a monster consists of saying, “Yarraggh, I am a monster!” which she thinks is absolutely hilarious or “silly” as she calls things that amuse her. She also thinks it’s ridiculous and silly when I tell her that Nana is my mother. Daddy’s aren’t supposed to have mommy’s of their own, and quite logically, Nana cannot be Daddy’s mommy.

Sometimes, Anya will pretend that she’s a monster, too. Rachel sometimes joins us in our monsterdom.

Yesterday evening was spent running around their room, shouting “Yarraagh!” and being fed fake food, like plastic ice cream and wooden sushi.

Being a parent is surprisingly amusing.