So I walked into the house tonight and I stood in the doorway taking off my coat. Around the bend I saw the computer monitor was lit -- I assumed Alane was sitting at the desk, lookng at e-mail or something. It wasn't Alane. It was Mojo Gamer. And he was quite content with himself, navigating his Lego game, catching the sound fx over the headset, not disturbing his brother's Scooby-Doo video.

Okay, this is bad. And when he moves from gaming to blogging, it'll be worse. For all of us.