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we discovered this morning that i’ve never seen a sylvester stallone movie. nope. not a one.- michael: crips? bloods?
- darryl: both. and the latin kings. warriors. newsies.
My friend Alice just told me that after you have your baby, the hospital is required to show you a video about not shaking your baby. It sounds like what you’d imagine: “Never shake a baby. If you become frustrated, set your baby down and walk away.”
this is true. you can’t leave the hospital until you watch it. so, you’ve just had a baby and you’re exhausted and you want to take your baby home, and they corral all the new parents into a little conference room to watch this video. it’s awful.
i called into the best show last night for the first time.
it was terrifying. scharpling, wurster, and paul f tompkins! i was shaking the entire time that i was on hold. and for most of the call.
if you listen to the podcast, i’m at the very end. joanna from portland, obviously.
do you ever disbelieve that someone is really as into something as they make themselves out to be? like that friend that has all the band’s albums, even the singles, even the import versions, and sees them whenever they’re in town, has even traveled to other cities to see them? do you ever just think: “don’t you just need something to obsess about and occupy your time so you won’t think about xyz, and this came along at the right time, and so you glommed onto this, but if it hadn’t been this, it could just as easily have been something else? and sure you like it a whole lot, but mainly because you listen to it a whole lot?”
i just wonder, sometimes.