Posted: September 28th, 2005 | Author: ralphhogaboom | Filed under: life | Tags: friends, homemovie, itsanexperiment | No Comments »
“I want mustaches, and clothes from the Goodwill, tight clothes — and fake guns.” I say all this, making big gestures with my hands, to the bemused expression of exactly one person. ”Then, someone — I don’t know who, it’s not important,” with a dismissive wave; “does a roll over the hood of a car, comes up with the gun out and flashes a badge: ‘PTPD! Freeze!‘”
Posted: April 7th, 2004 | Author: ralphhogaboom | Filed under: life | Tags: birthday!, family, friends, itsanexperiment, kids, life, nelshogaboom, smalltownlife, sophiehogaboom | No Comments »
It’s a boy!
Nels Hogaboom (no middle name as of yet)
born 8 lbs, 7 oz
21 inches long
home birth in the tub — water baby
The birth experience was really, really nice. I couldn’t imagine wanting to have a baby in a hospital again. Now that I’ve been all the way through the home birth, I can appreciate how — mundate — it is. It’s not some crazy, we-need-professionals-in-sterile-rooms Serious Operation. It’s a thing the woman’s body was meant to do, the body excels at doing. DLR said it best: might as well jump.
Posted: January 29th, 2004 | Author: ralphhogaboom | Filed under: life | Tags: itsanexperiment, sometimes i'm a dick | No Comments »
January 29th, 2004 @ 8:29 am
Got a phone call tonite.
Unknown Caller: “This is …. Bob … with Sprint PCS wireless … you’ve been preselected to receive a Sprint PCS free wireless-”
Me: Really? That sounds like a great deal!
Bob from Sprint: “Good. Then all I need is to confirm your billing address.”
Me: Okay, I’m ready.
Bob from Sprint: “Your address is one-three-two-four fourteen … th … Street in Port Townsend Washington, 98368?”
(brief silence)
Me: I can’t tell you that.
Bob from Sprint: “What do you mean?”
Me: Well, that’s something that I just can’t tell you. Next question.
Bob from Sprint: (laughing) “You can’t tell me? Sir, I need to confirm this mailing address for you to qualify.”
Me: Do what you gotta do.
Bob from Sprint: “Uhhh … okay .. What? I don’t understand …”
Me: What do I have to do?
Bob from Sprint: “Tell …. tell me your … confirm your mailing address. Is this Ralph H – O – G – A – B – O – O – M ?”
Me: Yes, it is.
Bob from Sprint: “And you do receive mail at one-three-two-four 14th street in Port Townsend, Washington, 98368?”
Me: There is no way I can tell you that information. I can neither confirm or deny that.
Bob from Sprint: “Wait … I …. uh, where do you live? Do you live in a house? … I don’t understand!”