Cry wolf and let slip the…um…wolves and stuff.

Jesus. You people are probably starting to think that I’m making all this baby stuff up by now.

With a number of factors in play, including the insurance angle which completely befuddles me, we’re in a holding pattern until Monday. No baby this weekend, sorry. My apologies for what must continually seem like crying wolf. I’d love to be cuddling up to a baby tomorrow. But I’d also like for my wife, who has to do the really painful legwork on getting him here, to be comfortable with the timetable. She’s in bed right now with Olivia purring her to sleep. Me, I’m agitatedly sitting here shoveling new game reviews into the PDF database by the half-dozen, and watching the anything-but-classic 1984 Doctor Who story Warriors Of The Deep as it dubs to DVD-R, and wondering, indeed, why anyone would want Warriors Of The Deep on DVD. But I’m a Johnny Byrne fan – he also wrote The Keeper Of Traken and, oh, about 70% of Space: 1999 (and still hasn’t gotten a royalty check from Berman & Braga for the number of Voyager episodes that completely ripped off Space: 1999) – and I’ll get Warriors whenever it officially comes out on DVD just to hear him go off (albeit in his own classy, eloquent way) on what a hash they made of his script.

I’m sure you guys think I’m barking mad to be casually going on about action figure collecting, old video games, and DVDs while waiting for the little guy’s arrival. Hopefully you realize that some of this is purely a coping mechanism, self-distraction at its most blatant.