the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Chuck, crackbaby

As part of ongoing experimentation with features on this website which recently has included opening up comments, purchase of a dedicated server to handle bandwidth, and new mastheads every month, I’ve decided to expand this site’s content to include weekly video and audio posts. We experimented with audio before (here and here), and that will continue soon once we figure out how to capture a clip that doesn’t sound like it’s being recorded inside a jet engine.

Today will be the first in a weekly series of small video posts, and since this is still in the experimental stage I’m starting off with a very small video (with no accompanying audio) just in case our server explodes from the downloads.

This clip was recorded in April 2002 in Los Angeles on our Nikon Coolpix 990 before we ever bought a proper camcorder. Chuck was probably eight weeks old, and it was during this incorrigible phase of his life that I asked the Lord every morning to give me strength not to drop kick him off the top of our two-story apartment building.

Click on this screenshot to view the video clip:

UPDATE: If you don’t have Quicktime installed or are otherwise unable to view the video here, you can see it over here.

Heather B. Armstrong

Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

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