That's Uncle Adam to you, twinkie!

My sister Karen gave birth to a healthy baby boy last night, just before midnight (making her due date by about an hour). No word on birth weight or the new lad's full name, but Karen and James were leaning heavily toward Liam. In other news, my father's perfect record in predicting babies' genders is still intact; the man is uncanny.

Questions answered

Thanks to all who responded to my request for questions ("requestions?"). Since I'm sure the world waits with bated breath:

Really, how *are* things in Gloccamora?
Gloccamoronic, I think it's safe to say. Unless you were being metaphoric, in which case, it's been better. Lots better.

Got a good recipe for some sort of cheesecake with a brownie-crumb crust?
Not offhand. I was going to research this for you, but I haven't had time, I fear. Maybe I'll hit the books today some time...

If you were to live anywhere in the world, where would you want to live? Why?
Hmmm... The romantic answer would be either Ireland or Scotland, because I'm a soppy Yankee Celtophile, but since I've never been to either place, I can't really seriously consider them. (Although I do know that, when I do finally visit, it'll take four draft horses and a well-tied mail sack to get me back on the plane; I have yet to meet anyone who has been anywhere in the British Isles and come back willingly.) If I limit myself to places I've been, I'd probably have to say, with heartfelt apologies to my dearest Chicago, that San Francisco is hands down the friendliest, most beautiful, most fun city I've ever been to. It doesn't hurt that I ate better there than anywhere else. That, of course, is assuming that I want to have anything to do with a major metropolitan area; if not, I'm also quite fond of coastal Maine.

Tell us about something funny that happened when you were in grade school.
I have to say that I've been agonizing over this one for two days now. It's depressing: I can't think of anything. Every thing I think of is either (a) funny, but from high school or later; or (b) from grade school, but not funny. That's not to say that I have no happy memories, just not funny ones. Or at least, not ones that translate well; I could tell you all about my mother attacking my sister and me in the kitchen with a loaded can of Reddi-Wip, but it would prompt a response of, "Ooookayyyy. And?"
Oh, wait, I actually do have one: when I was in 1st grade, my family lived in the D.C. area, where we regularly watched channel 20 (don't remember the call letters) for its kids' shows and Star Trek reruns. Anyway, at the time the station had a jingle that went, "Channel 20, The Great Entertainer!" We all rapidly got sick of it, except my sister, who was four at the time; one day, she walked into the TV room and sang at the top of her lungs, "Channel 20! THE GREATEST TOMATO!"
Best I could come up with. Sorry.