Posts Tagged ‘NPR’

Kate and Mark Play “Car Talk”

Mark:  “Ring, ring.”

Kate:  “Hello, you’re on Car Talk.”

Mark:  “Hi.  Um, I have this problem with my car.  I need to drive it but I got bit by a vampire bat and now I am a HIDEOUS MONSTER.”

Sid the Science Kid shoves Click and Clack out of the chair.

Kate:  “Vampire bats don’t bite people.  They eat mosquitoes and other bugs.”

Mark:  “Did I say vampire bat?  I meant a radioactive spider…that LOOKED like a vampire bat.  Anyway I need to DRIVE.  I need the potion to turn me back into a human again.”

Kate:  “Can’t you buy it online?”


Kate:  “Vampire bats are actually very intelligent.”

Mark:  “I need to drive to buy my medicine.  I need a disguise.  People will FREAK OUT if they see me behind  the wheel.”

Kate:  “Just don’t drive like my brother.”


Hitting the ‘Paws’ Button

Betsy has learned to turn on the radio.  I haven’t decided yet if I’m impressed or terrified.

This would be a noteworthy, although potentially annoying, accomplishment for a toddler.  But Betsy is a cat,  Head Overlord of our three Feline Overlords.  So there’s fear mingled with my admiration.  Is she increasing her skill set in preparation for tightening her grip over us?

Or does she just like jazz?

It IS a feat.  Literally.  She does it by stepping on the button.  Then she lays down beside it and listens.

Not only do I now have a vague worry that the cat as well as the children is smarter than I am and developing a plan, I have to wonder whether, with this new WDUQ fan in the house, am I obliged to up my membership pledge?

Pittsburgh PR dodges a bullet

So I’m listening to NPR this morning and there’s an interview with the director of “The Road,” which opens tomorrow.  It’s a movie about a post-apocalyptic world in which a father and son struggle to both survive and remain human in the face of the dreadful, dreadful things that are going on.

The reporter asks, “The landscape in the film is so bleak.  How did you ever find a place so desolate, so eternally gray, so unrelentingly despairing?”

The director pauses.

I’m waiting with a fair amount of bleakness myself.  Because the movie was filmed right here in Pittsburgh.  I can hear it, as if the director has already answered.  ‘Where on earth did you find a place that looked like a nuclear disaster had already happened?’  ‘Pittsburgh.’

The director, bless his soul, responds with more diplomacy than his imagined counterpart.  “Well…there was an abandoned interstate…in Pennsylvania.”

So the whole state, not just us, takes the post-apocalyptic rap.  Whew!

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