So I’ve been completely ignoring the ol’ blog. Well, except for that unpleasant couple of days when I unwisely chose to engage an ignorant commenter who was comically bad at comprehending simple logic and not-so-comically bad at showing even a hint of compassion for other people. (Reading too much Ayn Rand will fuck with your head like that.)
I’ve got this long post in my head about Kenzi Snider and overzealous, overly confident, inexperienced investigators who elicit false confessions from innocent people. I just need to, you know, write it. Until then, I figured I should at least check in to make an announcement:
I’M EXPECTING . . .
this to arrive any day now:
Screw pink or powder blue, I’m accessorizing this baby in orange!
Finally, in a desperate effort to tie together these random thoughts about abortion, confessions, guitars, and babies, and to give me an excuse to use the nonsensical title of this post, I’ll end with a quote from an old Neko Case interview, wherein she comments on Celine Dion’s nauseating photographic collaboration with Anne Geddes (which I was reminded of when I saw the photo at the top of Jill’s post about some dude who thinks abortions cause orgasms, or something).
Pitchfork: Hey, that baby book is beautiful.
Neko Case: You know that’s the grossest thing I’ve ever seen. That was so nasty I almost had to hate some babies for that. But babies came back and said, “I’m not responsible for this, they made me do it.” So I decided that I still love babies.
I can only hope that you read this post as late as I wrote it (or that you’re really high), so maybe you won’t notice that it doesn’t make any sense.
Congratulations!
Excellent! (And well done.)
Anne Geddes needs to be jailed for child abuse, without trial or appeal, until she agrees to never go within 100 ft of cameras or adorable baby costumes.
Agreed.
The little tyke was delivered yesterday. It’s so pretty! And the perfect size for my short arms. I don’t think the white & orange strap really matches the guitar, so I’ll probably get something else. (Speaking of which, looks like I pissed them off by linking to their photo. Oops. Bad web etiquette. Perhaps I should make it up to them by ordering a different strap from there. There’s a brown & blue one that I think would look good.)
The Anne Geddes book with the garden stuff is the most disturbing. There’s a picture of two infants in two halves of a watermellon. I look at that and think, “What if they’d cut the other way?” It’s scary stuff.
No, the one with the sleeping babies is what creeps me out. They look dead.
Congratulations on the new bundle of joy. I recommend the book “what to expect when you’re expecting (a string to snap in the middle of ‘50 ways to leave your lover’)”