A discussion on the political sphere of change and… okay, it’s more baby pics

We haven’t given much of an update as to what’s happening.  Well, we had our first pediatric visit, and all is well.  We had a number of concerns (because we’re humans) but they are apparently all ‘normal.’  In fact, Landen is progressing quite well.  He had lost only 6 oz from day one (which is good) and had already gained four of them back.  His slight jaundice seems to be staying stable if not going away, which is also super.  Since mama’s milk is coming in (yes, expect TMI in the near future), Landen’s bowels were in overdrive.  Again, nothing to worry about.  He’s been peeing more too.  All in all, things are good.  Okay okay, fine, a picture.  Here’s another one from the hospital that I don’t know why I didn’t post.

So precious it hurts!

As for the sleep, which is really the question everyone is asking, we can’t really complain.  That’s not to say we’ve had an uninterrupted night yet.  Far from it – Landen is a night owl for sure.  He sleeps most of the day and then is bouncy at night (which is common for a few weeks.)  He’s pretty unruly from around midnight until about 6 am, but it’s better than it seems.  We divy up the chores evenly, and since I go to bed late and she rises early, we’re still managing about 3-5 hours of sleep a night, which I hear is well above average.  And naps, plenty of naps.

Even glasses need naps too

Ash’s family has been clutch, making dinners and visiting often.  Family friends even get down and dirty with the diaper changes.  I know an awful lot of people who’ll gladly hold him, play with him, and sing to him.  Not many who will change a poopy diaper.  We salute you.  Speaking of saluting, this one’s for Doug.

Live long and poop, sir

We’re gonna try our first bath today.  We probably should have done one sooner, but with him spending 90% of his time swaddled in a practically airtight wrap, dirt has a problem penetrating.  Add to that the fact that swaddling is one of my legitimate skills, and that we wipe him down with disinfectant wipes every nine minutes, I think it’s okay.

Ash is doing really well.  She commented how she felt ‘human’ for the first time today.  Not to say 100%, but less pain, less swelling, less general girly bleh.  Mind you, 20 minutes of just cleaning up put her off her feet.  I’m extremely glad I have an uber-cool boss who’s giving me time off.  I think she needs it more than anyone.

I leave you with a pic that makes me giggle every time I see it.

Landen’s aim is impeccable, but alas, his parachute failed to open

Baby pics! Feel free to ooh and aah.

Back home, safe and sound.  Landen’s been sleeping most of the day, which probably means he’ll be doing an almost comically shrill cry all night.  Let’s hope for a better night than last night.

Here’s some photos.

The calm before the storm

Ain’t he precious and alien-monkeyesque?

That is correct, his newborn hats didn’t fit him the day we put them on

Only 2 days old, and he can already do the Batusi

The happy family at home

Now introducing whatshisface…

11:12am, January 5, 2009.  Ashley birthed a 7lb 10oz masterpiece, measuring a sturdy 20″ long.  His name is to be determined (we haven’t slept in two days and that’s not the ideal situation for naming a baby.)  We’ll get back to you all with that.  It’s probably not Elizabeth.

Both mom and baby are extremely healthy.  And mom and dad are extremely tired.

More to come.

Timing

Our OB is not on call tomorrow, and we do not want any other doctor delivering our baby, she is too awesome.  A testament to that – she calls us up this morning with one of those “Hey, I really thought I would have seen you by now” kind of calls.  But she alerted us that she isn’t in tomorrow.  She is offering the strip the membranes, which is basically the first non-really-invasive step to inducing (she can’t really induce since we haven’t crossed the magical 39 week mark, when the lungs are guaranteed healthy).  We’re going in now to do that.

It could be today.  Or it could be April for all we know.  This baby is as stubborn as his parents.

Baby Naming Contest: Results!!!

As 2008 comes to a close, and we still haven’t popped out a baby (much to Ash’s chagrin), we can at least happily announce the baby’s name…. that won the contest!  This will NOT be the name of the baby, but it did win a contest, as well as a copy of Mark Dunn’s classic novel, Ella Minnow Pea.  The winner is the exceedingly clever:

Wade Ashley Sonderfan –> submitted by Veronica

Runners up included:

Thor Flamethrower McButterpants –> Jaymar

Recessed Lighting Sonderfan –> Stu

Boss and Shark –> Kelly

Fats Lite –> Cromwell

Xander Swordsman –> Mitch

Admiral –> Jaymar

Mitchell Marsh(all) Sonderfan –> Smolin

But that’s not where it stops.  Taking some of the other suggestions of names, we end up with some pretty interesting combinations.  I won’t credit everyone, but here are some combinations we were able to make with some of your suggestions.  I’ll also include what type of baby might warrant such a name:

The Item Baby: Van Lamp Toaster Sonderfan

The Baby of Unknown Origin: Mahmoud Ashrek Sonderfan

The Harvard Baby: Blaine Cooper-Shay Sonderfan

The Angry Baby: Rage King Sonderfan

The Other People Are Already Named This Baby: Neil Patrick Harris, Hacksaw Jim, Nathan Detroit, Alex P Keaton, Kobe, Axel Rose

The WTF Baby: Assman Tots Sonderfan

The WTF Baby II: Teaful Algoth Sonderfan

The WTF Baby III: Sach Playa Sonderfan

The WTF Baby IV: Gizmo Beeftink-Flem Sonderfan

The Overly Effeminate Baby: Ella-May Kaia Lila Sonderfan

The We-Still-Haven’t-Ruled-This-Out Baby: Otto Jr. Sonderfan

Congratulations to Veronica, and thank you all for playing.  I’ll let you know when the next contest is up!

Observation

Nearly a quarter of all my DVDs start with the letter B.  That seems like an inordinately large amount.  88 movies, 20 start with one letter.  Hmmm……

These are the things you notice when you wait for your stupid kid to come.  I swear, he’s just toying with us.  The OB says we are as far along as we could possibly be without being in active labor, yet we’re just waiting around, [major] contractionless.  As of yesterday, she was positive this baby would be here in ’08.  Well, we’re down to 34 hours for that to happen…

False Alarm III: Clonetractions

So we were first told if we saw an excess of fluid that wasn’t normal, we need to go to the hospital to make sure the bag of waters didn’t break.  We went, it didn’t.

We were told if our contractions went to every five minutes, we needed to make sure that active labor hadn’t started.  They were every five minutes for several hours.  Turns out they were the WRONG contractions.

I swear, until I see an arm dangling out of her, we’re not going back.

False Alarm II: Revenge of Crappy Doctors

Before I even start this, I want to go on record as saying I LOVE our OB: Dr. Paul.  She is incredible and I will be sad if we ever have another child (we will be with another insurance and no longer able to use her.)  So this is not about her.  She kicks patoot.

Last night at around 8pm, Ash tells me she’s having an unusual amount of blood in her urine.  Unusual = any, really.  She was told to expect some spotting after our OB appointment on Tuesday where she was poked and prodded, but late Thursday seemed unlikely.  We wanted to speak to our OB before rushing off to the hospital again.

We call and get the answering service, who says Dr. Paul is out today, and they will page a different doctor.  We waited at least 40 minutes for a call back.  Finally, Ash calls back and they said “We’ve called you every five minutes.  Your phone must be off.”  We check it, it’s fine.  We even got an outside call during that time.  We wait another half hour, nothing.  We call, and they are still insisting that they have called every fifteen minutes and are not getting any response from us (BS!)  Finally, Ash is pretty angry and gets a supervisor on the phone – remember, lots of this pregnancy stuff is ‘time sensitive’, so we don’t know if we’re missing crucial windows of opportunity we need (and we’re 30 mins from the hospital and because of all the snow the roads are NOT good.)

The supervisor SWEARS we will get a call within 15 minutes.  25 minutes later (about two hours after our first call) we get a call from the other doctor.  Before Ashley even goes into it, he says “Oh, we’re not handling any OB calls.  Sorry.”  So Ash breaks down (I would have broken necks if I were on the phone) and hangs up.  She calls the original number back and really sorta cries through letting them have it.  They say they will get Dr. Paul on the phone.  Five minutes later, Paul’s OFFICE called (not her) saying they realize the mix-up and are very sorry and will get Dr. Paul on the phone.

Finally, a few minutes later, Dr. Paul calls us.  The short is that it’s likely the famed ‘bloody show’, one of the final puzzle pieces before active labor starts.  She also was PISSED at her agency and at the other doctor for the screwup, as she said she could have taken two minutes two hours ago to get us our answer.  She rocks.

So we still know NOTHING, but we seem to think we’re approaching nothing an awful lot faster than we ever expected.  We’ll see.

False Alarm

At around 6:30, Ash pointed out that she’s had above-average discharge every time she went to the bathroom.  Since THREE PM.  As you can imagine, that’s something I wanted to address.  She was waiting for a “GUSH” of the water breaking.  Well, what she forgot was that it can be a trickle over a period of time.  So we called the OB, and she told us to head on over to the hospital.  So with bags packed, we pretty much skipped dinner and headed out after a few choice expletives.

Realize that if it was full out labor, we would have had to start inducing.  At 7.  (We got to the hospital at around 7:30)  After about an hour, we got the tests done that we needed.  There is no evidence of a break, but our OB wanted us to do another ultrasound.  So another half hour goes and we do a sonogram.  Smacky is quite healthy and, like all times that he’s poked and prodded, wiggling like a mofo.  We got a few new grainy pictures of him sucking his thumb.  Hopefully we get them scanned tomorrow.

The fluid level is a little low, but nothing to alarm anyone.  We got set home.  The worst part?  We still know nothing.  It could happen later tonight, it could still be a couple of weeks.  *sigh*

I guess it was good to do a trial run.

We’re not sleeping and the baby’s not even here

Last night was pretty definitively the worst night of sleep that Ash and I have ever gotten, and the baby is still in utero.  We went to bed early, around 10:30, after watching Be Kind, Rewind.  (I still love that movie despite the fact that it was advertising completely incorrectly.)  After chatting for about 45 mins, we try to sleep, and neither of us can.  Ash finally gets up to try to walk off some of the energy.  I drift off, but twice within a few minutes I have these weird visions of Ash looking at me as I sleep and then sorta being pulled away and everything going blurry.  The second time I woke with a start, just as I hear her run to the bathroom and throw up.  Alot.  I thought that was over!!!

Finally, she comes back to bed and we try to go to sleep again.  I wake up a few times in the night startled (which I NEVER do) and keep looking over there to make sure she’s okay.  And of course every time I jump, she wakes up (if she was even asleep.)

Then at some point, I wake up with this EXTREME sharp pain in my chest.  I roll over to my stomach and try to go to sleep while assuring Ash I don’t need her to call 911.  She uneasily goes back to sleep, but later confides that she was rolling over every once in a while to make sure I was still breathing.

I did manage to sleep for a while, but Ash said I was fidgety and looked like I was having nightmares (which I was.)  When Ash got up this morning, her hands were super sore, my stomach hurt, and my chest still feels a little off.  Not pain, but off.

Then I go out in the snowy ground to change the Jetta’s battery.

I imagine this is excellent training for having a baby.

Last Chance for the Baby-Naming Contest!

So this is your last chance to try to win a NIFTY PRIZE in our baby-naming contest.  All you have to do is submit a name for our as-of-now-unnamed baby.  NOTE: This does NOT mean the contest is based on who is “closest” to the chosen name.  Hogwash.  We ourselves don’t know what the judging criteria will be.  We’re just going to pick a name we like.  So use just first names, or first and middle.  Heck, make up a last name if you want and use three names (or more!)  Boys or girls’ names.  Silly, serious, meaningful, historical, stupid… whatever your little hearts desire.  I have all the entries logged down and we’re going to pick at the end of December based on whatever we happen to be feeling the day we pick one.

Note, as per Ashley’s blog, it will not be at all surprising is Smacky comes out early based on our OB’s predictions.  If he is born in 2008, the contest will end when he is born and we reveal the actual name.

But get your guesses in NOW!  Even if you have submitted ten names, submit more!  Here is the link to vote: Click here to submit your guess.  Good luck!

Pogonip II

Ash has lived in the Reno area her whole life, and has said she’d never actually seen a Pogonip up close (until the one we saw last January.)  Anyway, I moved out here in November 2007, and already I’ve seen this rare phenomenon twice, including this morning.  (It will likely hang around, since it’s not supposed to get above 32 degrees for another week or so.)  Here are some pics – click to enlarge.

2008 Christmas Poem

This was originally written as a Theme-mail to Will, but I figured I’d repost here.  I was also going to re-write it and take out the Will-personalizations, but I’m lazy.  So this is your Christmas card, ladies and gentlemen!  Enjoy!

‘Twas the weeks before Christmas and all throughout Reno,

The people were eager while sipping their vino.

The stockings were hung IN the chimney in haste,

The fire turned their glittery names into paste.

The child he was tucked up all snug like a druid,

With visions of nothing but amniotic fluid;

And mamma gave her ‘kerchief to ‘kerchiefless beggars,

While uncomfortably napping because she was preggers.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen crest,

Tee hee, titter titter, I just wrote down ‘breast.’

I saw in my inbox that something was the matter,

Because from Mr. Hickey arose no such clatter –

Away to Windows Vista I saw what it was about,

That Will had a Theme-mail-less 17 month drought.

My feelings of this offense I won’t belabor,

Instead let us turn our attention to labor.

When what to my eyes should suddenly appear,

But signs that the baby is imminently near.

With cramping, fatigue and insomnia too,

And sixty-two thousand more trips to the loo;

The once-foretold date, that of January 13

Seems late, we think he’ll pop out somewhere between.

But back to the lawn, and outside there’s that ruckus,

I saw in the dim light a fat jolly tuckus,

He standing so tall so the better to view us,

I knew from his arches it must be St. Louis.

He travelled by seahorses, eighty in all,

He bellowed their names in a noisy roll-call.

“On Jethro, on Pickles, on Lemmy, on Druthers,

On Dancer, on Stripper, on Naked Schlong Brothers,

On Poophouse, on Cancer, on Uecker, on Strimed,

It’s such a convenience that all their names rhymed;

On Lars and on Sheeppeeler, Buttcheecks, Credenza,

On Beeflick on Sodhump on Mild Influenza,

On Jefferson Airplane, En Garde, on Ikea,

On Horshack, on Beebop, you get the idea…

To the top of the houses, to the top of the wall,

Now move however seahorses move, move that way all!”

As five million fidgety flounders set baking

And the gesticulations that they would be making,

So flolloped the seahorses with all of their might,

And somehow defied physics and took off in flight.

When all of the sudden, up there on the shingles,

I heard, like a shatter of ten cans of Pringles,

The cracking of bones of St. Louis’ seahorses,

As the fat man had landed on his flight resources.

I drew back my hand and drew forth my derringer,

In case it was a thief or, worse yet, Tom Berringer.

But to my surprise plopped St. Louiston himself,

With traces of whisky I smelled – top shelf.

Half man, half myth, half arch, half fraction,

I near soiled myself as I leapt into action.

I gave him my list which was admittedly sparse:

A healthy new child, please no pre-labor farce.

And also some CDs as money is tight,

While Ashley is having to put up a fight

Against her school district about keeping her job,

She’s dealing with her principal, who is a nob.

Her district enacted a hiring freeze,

So after her [possibly shortened] maternity leave,

Her job may be gone, the Fates they must hate her:

So much is uncertain; we’ll deal with it later.

St. Louis he jumped, duly filling the stockings,

Despite that we left him diet pills as a mocking.

He filled up my stocking, obtrusive and tacky,

And even gave booties and Quaaludes to Smacky.

But since we’ve no tree (none grow in our escarpment,

And not enough room in our new two-bedroom apartment,)

He doled out our gifts, tossing them on the ground,

Amidst all the baby stuff littered around;

It seems overwhelming, but now in summation,

You can’t have enough of helpful preparation.

Now Louis laid finger on the side of his nose,

I think as a clue that he scored me some blow.

He glanced up the chimney, and said “This is moronic,”

And, leaving the front door, disappeared like the Bubonic.

He sprang to his sleigh and surveyed all the chaos;

The sight was more chilling than twenty Scott Baios.

He shrugged as he lifted his sleigh in the air,

While pointing out westward, he said “Over there,

The snowfall is coming, the first of the year,

A White Christmas could happen!” and let out a cheer.

He took off; immediately he crashed and burned,

I had hoped after two DUI’s, his lesson had been learned.

I donned some new sweatpants and Ash donned her cap,

At least we still got all our gifts first and crap.

I whispered to Ash as I held her hands steady,

“There’s not much time left, you think that we’re ready?

We’ve taken the classes, we’ve read all the books,

We’ll soon see what happens when you merge both our looks.

I love you today as much as I can ever recall,

I’m about to be a father, God help us all!”

Random goins on

So Ash has been having some cramping lately, which is at the very least heart-pumping.  We’re not sure if it’s the baby dropping or Ash beginning contractions (which can last a month without being ‘weird’) or if she just should lay off the brattwurst.  It at least kicked my butt enough to pack my hospital bag.  Sure we’re almost a month off from the projected date, but Ash and I know our luck: nothing EVER happens as planned. I’m beginning my realistic expectations of labor as of Christmas Eve (which is technically only week 37)  Here’s a couple of pics of her.

You know we’re getting close when her belly almost passes the wall.

And the stockings were hung by Ash’s hands with care.

Our Christmas decorations have admittedly been pretty sparse.  We didn’t get a tree because we don’t know when Smacky will be here, whether we’ll have energy to put it up or take it down, and so forth.  We’ve each put our decorations on her folks’ tree.  However, it shouldn’t be said that we don’t have ANY sort of Christmas embellishment.  We have a ‘tree’ that puts Charlie Brown’s special on a pedestal.

Behold the festive Xmas Towel Rack

Speaking of styrofoam packing peanuts, we’re getting quite a bit of actual snow out here.  We’re in a snow warning for the remainder of the day.  Now, NV’s “warnings” aren’t quite like they are on the east coast.  We’re expected to get an additional 1-3 inches in that time.  However, we’ve already got a fair amount here (enough to keep Ash in from work) and it’s supposed to not hit above 30 degrees until this coming weekend.  So it looks like we’ll be having a White Christmas again.  I couldn’t seem to BUY those on the East Coast.  Move to a desert?  Bam, White Christmas.

Shiraz #4

Black Opal Shiraz 2007 – Like the last Shiraz I reviewed, this one is exemplary of what wine should be: liquid and alcoholic.  The comparisons do not stop there.  This is a splendid wine in all aspects: taste, smell, and a twist-cap.  Truthfully, I used to be leery about twist caps.  Actually, I still am.  However, after my last debacle with a real cork, I have found that I heartily embrace plastic corks, and will even reluctantly purchase wines with a screw-cap.  It doesn’t make them ‘ghetto’ as I once thought, it makes them ‘able to be imbibed without straining it through a paper towel first.’  That’s a major plus.

Having been on a red binge in 2008, I must say that, if this were my last wine of the year, I’d be happy to have left on such a good note.  From the first glass to the third, it was a joy throughout.  As for the proper matching, it goes exquisitely with microwaved popcorn, and (not surprisingly) it seems to partner well with an empty stomach.  Caution: not recommended for people under 80 lbs to drink on an empty stomach.  Or if you do, send me pictures.

I originally bought this wine because of the fashionable label and color scheme (something which I think may detract from my credibility), but I ended up stumbling on a gem.  It is, like most wines I purchase, a great idea for someone on a tight budget.  8/10.

June 2008

This one’s for Tater…

Our year takes us to June, where the temperatures finally started acting a little more Reno-ish (though there still was snow utop my backyard mountain).  With temperatures hitting the 90s and even touching into the 100s once or twice, Reno became, well, Reno.  I escaped some of the heat by going higher up in elevation to play some disc golf.  In fact, June was easily the most lucrative month of my life for disc golf.  Playing in poorly-attended but well-sponsored tournaments, I raked in my highest year-money total, all in one month, just throwing plastic at metal.  It included my first top-3 finish.  I unfortunately lost the playoff for the trophy which was an AMAZING trophy.  I wonder if I had known how cool the trophies were if I would have shot better or worse.

Finances were actually foremost on my mind, as I started actually tracking my spendings and making sure I could adequately provide for a child, and an eventual wife.  This became particularly pressing as Ashley stopped working because her school year was done.  What’s worse, she applied to be a lifeguard (as she did almost every summer for the last 6 years) and they said she couldn’t because she was [barely] pregnant.  That means my money was the only income we’d have for the duration of the summer, aside from some periodic house and dog-sitting she was doing.

In fact, the dogsitting was often interrupted by the beginning of a horrid first few months of pregnancy.  Among Ashley’s things she does exceptionally well is vomit.  She would rival Aaron at it.  It was an ugly couple of months, and she truly wins the trooper of the month award.  Not me, mostly because of my incessant bitching about money.

As if things weren’t dim enough, the fires in CA started.  And while that was a devestating tragedy for those in CA, it was, at best, a terrible inconvenience for us.  We were covered in a haze of ash a smoke for the better part of three months.  Late June and early July were the worst.  Nothing quite like trying to keep Ash healthy and having her breathe in bits of charred wood.

Fancy Dress

So in addition to all the things we did in Ashley’s Post, we also bought a dress-up outfit for Smacky for the Weddingish.  It’s pretty snappy.  I should get a matching suit.  Better yet, I shouldn’t do that – that’d be stupid.  And no, there are no pictures, we need to have SOME surprises, don’t we?

Final Fantasy VII

This is going to pain me: Final Fantasy VII was actually a good deal better than I remember.  Years of venom and vitriol aimed at the game, and it might have been a bit overdone.  After all, I’d currently rank it above 2, 3, and 6 (I still stand by that venom.)  But it wasn’t half bad.  Of course, it might be the fatigue talking – I did play the damn thing for 74 hours and 49 minutes.  That’s more than a third of the time it took me to play the first 6 in the series.  Oops.  And that takes me to my breakdown.

The Good:

– It is grossly ambitious.  I don’t think I ever realized that before because my goal was always to complete the game, so I never did any of the bonus stuff (nor do I think I would have been capable of figuring it out – seriously, I would NEVER have figured out chocobo breeding without a walkthrough.  Speaking of which:)

– I was able to do just about everything because of this kick-ass walkthrough.  Absolute Steve is a man with too much time on his hands, but it was because of his detail that I was able to do everything.  Including having THREE gold chocobos – I bet you didn’t even think it was possible.

– The best music in any FF game: the boss music (not the final boss, just the general boss music)

– The best weapon in any FF game: the nail bat.  It’s just a bat with four nails in it.  I hardly used it, but man is that thing cool looking.

– The choices you make when you have them actually affect storylines.  It may be difficult and they’ll steer you certain ways, but it’s nice to know you CAN change the game, a little.

The Bad

– Now I know why I used to lambaste this game: the story blows.  It’s incomprehensible.  Now, I admit I score terribly in critical reading (why most of my aptitude tests growing up scored lower than they should have), but I had NO clue what was going on, and I’ve beaten it before.  I was trying to explain the ending to Ashley: “Well, that’s a spell that was somehow conjured to beat the meteor.  Oh, that?  That’s lifestream – when the planet is hurt, it produces… yeah, hurt, the meteor was summoned to damage the planet so it would produce Mako… well, to produce lifestream, which Mako sort of is, but there’s the Ancients, who are also for some reason the Cetra and… balls!”  FFX makes more sense, and it has a guy magically and inexplicably being transported a thousand years into the future, and IV too, which had people ride a whale to the moon.

– It’s simple.  Ignoring the fact that I was using a walkthrough and that I was able to beat the final Jenova in 1 turn without her inflicting any damage, it’s too simple.  Again, that comes with the amibition of the project – between useful items, a bajillion types of materia, sidequests, and spells/summons, there are countless ways to level up and strengthen yourself.  I did find myself dying, but it was more because I didn’t have the proper equipment when I fought certain dudes, or that I was trying different combinations of stuff to become more powerful.

– Cloud starts a disturbing trend of whiny emo lead characters that continues probably to this day (check on 8, 10, and to a lesser extent 12).  It’s why I renamed him Emo, and very well may just use that as a blanket name for all leads).

The Ugly

– I remember thinking the graphics were awesome.   I look at them now, and EVERYTHING is so blocky.  Characters don’t even have hands, just large blocks.

– The game is borderline racist.  I forgot how stereotypical Barrett (who I renamed The Brow) is.

– Seriously, what’s up with Cait Sith (who I renamed Bert, CPA)?  I get that he’s robotically controlled, but since when do robots look like plush catrabbitblowfish dolls?  And the allegiances are all so wonky in this game.

– The translations.  Plenty of errors there.

– The ending.  Well, it’s beautiful to look at, but totally anti-climactic.  The world is saved, but what happens to ANYONE?  I spent 3 full days with these characters, and I don’t ever get to see what happens next?  FFIV was the best for that: wrapped things up AND gave a “where are they now” type of follow-up.

I think that’s it.  I might take a slight break before 8.  Ashley’s watched me play so much lately, she knows the characters (or at least what I called them: Mooncrabs [every time I’ve played 7, I’ve named Aeris Mooncrabs – it makes her death pretty funny], Mr Stymyd [Tifa], Bojangles [Red XII – did I steal that from you, Aaron?], El Pecan [Cid], Orbitta [Yuffie] and my favorite Fannykins [Vincent].

Happy Thanksgiving, all.

edit: Total time playing ~285 hours.