dajafi wrote:Not to get all maudlin, but... my sense has been that this playoff run is probably the end, for me, of 20 years of hideously protracted post-adolescence. My wife and I are hoping that we'll be parents, or about to become parents, a year or so from now. That means, at least for awhile, no more freedom to spend hours a day, close to every day, thinking about/writing about/obsessing over baseball, getting drunk and yelling at the TV and/or computer, spending hundreds of bucks for a stray World Series ticket, belting myself in for the emotional rollercoaster ride the Phillies always deliver, etc. It'll likely never be the "most important thing" again, or at least not until around when Domonic Brown and Kyle Drabek are grizzled old vets bringing their careers to a close.

So it would be nice to win this $#@! Series and go out on top.

You're perception of the rigors of parenthood is slightly off. Ask Woody

Yeah, I got two little ones and I basically spent all day and night at the Linc and CBP burying brews and supporting my teams yesterday. Things change, obviously, with kids, but maybe not as much as you may think. Supportive spouse helps.

what a horrible day, spent all day in the ER for my son whose poison ivy rash got so bad it swelled up his face and he can hardly get his eyes open. Meanwhile at work, a truck driver hit a telephone pole near us and knocked out our power and phone for days!! WTF?!

Viking walks into a whorehouse, says, "Hi. I'm Thor."

Prossy goes, "Try working in thith plaith."

Trent Steele wrote:

dajafi wrote:Not to get all maudlin, but... my sense has been that this playoff run is probably the end, for me, of 20 years of hideously protracted post-adolescence. My wife and I are hoping that we'll be parents, or about to become parents, a year or so from now. That means, at least for awhile, no more freedom to spend hours a day, close to every day, thinking about/writing about/obsessing over baseball, getting drunk and yelling at the TV and/or computer, spending hundreds of bucks for a stray World Series ticket, belting myself in for the emotional rollercoaster ride the Phillies always deliver, etc. It'll likely never be the "most important thing" again, or at least not until around when Domonic Brown and Kyle Drabek are grizzled old vets bringing their careers to a close.

So it would be nice to win this $#@! Series and go out on top.

You're perception of the rigors of parenthood is slightly off. Ask Woody

once you have a kid you'll rarely leave the house and your son or daughter will go to bed before 8 most nights. So really all you'll do is watch the Phillies while you wait for them to wake up crying right as you're drifting off to sleep. Your life won't change all that much in that regard. And if your wife breast feeds the first year or so, you're home free. Really.

Woody wrote:

Trent Steele wrote:

dajafi wrote:Not to get all maudlin, but... my sense has been that this playoff run is probably the end, for me, of 20 years of hideously protracted post-adolescence. My wife and I are hoping that we'll be parents, or about to become parents, a year or so from now. That means, at least for awhile, no more freedom to spend hours a day, close to every day, thinking about/writing about/obsessing over baseball, getting drunk and yelling at the TV and/or computer, spending hundreds of bucks for a stray World Series ticket, belting myself in for the emotional rollercoaster ride the Phillies always deliver, etc. It'll likely never be the "most important thing" again, or at least not until around when Domonic Brown and Kyle Drabek are grizzled old vets bringing their careers to a close.

So it would be nice to win this $#@! Series and go out on top.

You're perception of the rigors of parenthood is slightly off. Ask Woody

once you have a kid you'll rarely leave the house and your son or daughter will go to bed before 8 most nights. So really all you'll do is watch the Phillies while you wait for them to wake up crying right as you're drifting off to sleep. Your life won't change all that much in that regard. And if your wife breast feeds the first year or so, you're home free. Really.

Yeah--encourage the breast feeding. It makes things a lot easier on you. (Not to mention, it's way cheaper, and it's supposed to be healthy and shit.) Baby wakes up--you, semi awake at best, go get baby, and bring it to mom. She does the rest. You can, if you choose, put the baby back in the bassinet or the crib, or not. (And yes, some people have very strong opinions about letting the baby sleep in the parental bed--regardless of which side they take, these people are to be avoided.)

Now, I will say that during the first 4 months of Lil' Vulture's life, I would do the morning feeding with pumped breast milk, allowing Mrs. Vulture to catch up on sleep. Then, Lil' Vulture pretty much refused to take a bottle. So I was off the hook.

What obviously does change is spontaneous going out on the town. But that's why there are babysitters.

Trent Steele wrote:

dajafi wrote:Not to get all maudlin, but... my sense has been that this playoff run is probably the end, for me, of 20 years of hideously protracted post-adolescence. My wife and I are hoping that we'll be parents, or about to become parents, a year or so from now. That means, at least for awhile, no more freedom to spend hours a day, close to every day, thinking about/writing about/obsessing over baseball, getting drunk and yelling at the TV and/or computer, spending hundreds of bucks for a stray World Series ticket, belting myself in for the emotional rollercoaster ride the Phillies always deliver, etc. It'll likely never be the "most important thing" again, or at least not until around when Domonic Brown and Kyle Drabek are grizzled old vets bringing their careers to a close.

So it would be nice to win this $#@! Series and go out on top.

You're perception of the rigors of parenthood is slightly off. Ask Woody

6am I stayed up till after the nlcs win last year. 6AM. YOU CAN DO IT TOO. JUST HAVE THE BABY AND MOVE TO SCOTLAND.

Michael Moorcock played skiffle. and the gay fighter pilot lover of francis bacon ended up in tangiers shagging arabs and playing piano in Burrough's favourite gay bar.

This is the proof which keeps on giving.

"WANT TO BUY MY NEPHEW 2 TICKETS. NOT LOOKING TO BREAK THE BANK. LOOKING TO SAVE YOUR ASS ACTUALLY."

TenuredVulture wrote:... You can, if you choose, put the baby back in the bassinet ...

Jeebuz, at first I misread that as "basement"...

Houshphandzadeh wrote:Viking walks into a whorehouse, says, "Hi. I'm Thor."

Prossy goes, "Try working in thith plaith."

someone's been reading season of mists.

Alexander Trocchi. One fucked up example of the absolute extremes that a junky can inhabit.

Jesus. I've only read a summary of his time in london, and it makes me want to throttle the man.

I have to be somewhere at 8:30 tomorrow morning, and it feels like another good hour-plus til I'm wound down enough to get to sleep after that game. So if nothing else, the late Yankees rally probably will have wrecked my Tuesday.

So SEPTA is officially on strike.

This is going to be a very interesting situation.

I started taking the regional rail about two weeks before the strike talk even started. I feel like a genius right now.

Barry Jive wrote:I started taking the regional rail about two weeks before the strike talk even started. I feel like a genius right now.

Good call. I personally am looking forward to spending double my usual cost to take the subway from Temple to Center City, instead now having to take the RR to Suburban. Hope the strike's settled by Thursday, or at worst, Sunday, so I don't have to spend $20 on parking at the Eagles game.

I don't want to jinx it, because I also use the subway and/or buses when I need to, but SEPTA strikes don't usually last more than a day or two at most. I wouldn't worry too much.

So my wife's birthday is tomorrow. And while she's a patient, patient woman, the amount of time I've spent watching the playoffs, combined with a lot of work recently, has left her a bit miffed. Game 6 is tomorrow. This is a potentially very delicate situation.

Upstairs neighbor (the one I thought was dead) having apartment remodeled. Workers must still be on Italian time. They start at about 6 AM. I want to kill.

i keep hiccupping whiskey burps.
Also, wish I was a great player on the orioles, and then Joe Buck would call it Paultimore during the world series