Unca Bloginhood?

Good news from the SF soapbox in the marketplace today: I'm an uncle!
My brother's wife gave birth this afternoon to an 8 pound, 8 ounce boy. Mother and child are doing well. They've tentatively decided to name him "Fin", though not in any reference to the ancient Irish hero Fionn mac Cumhail (Finn MacCool), nor, apparently, in any sense meaning "the end".
I think in a couple of years we'll get him started on the classics like "Where the Wild Things Are" and "Professor Wormbog in Search for the Zipperump-a-zoo", then J.K. Rowling's misadventures of Harry Potter.
Later we'll move on to appreciation of J.R.R. Tolkien, Shakespeare, Dan Simmons, Ray Bradbury, H.G. Wells, Robert J. Sawyer, Douglas Adams and Corey Doctorow, with a little of the SF musings of Mark Twain and Edger Allan Poe to boot.
He'll learn why Babylon 5 and the new Battlestar Galactica (shot right here in the rainy confines of what's now being called "Caprica City" in the press) are not only the best SF TV series' ever made, but the best TV series' - period.
We'll watch Star Wars (Episode IV, thank you very much), 2001, Bladerunner, the new and the old King Kong, the Lord of the Rings trilogy, Akira, Monty Python's The Holy Grail, Princess Mononoke, and of course, Big Trouble in Little China.
Welcome to the family, Fin.