Episode 265 : Mystery Episode 28

Another delivery from the Evil Universe, it seems. But this one might surprise you a bit… Enjoy!

 

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19 Responses to Episode 265 : Mystery Episode 28

  1. William says:

    Man, that auWilliam just wouldn’t shut up. I wanted to hear more of what auProducer had to say!

  2. jas says:

    I survived my childhood stories:

    On the carnival my parents had when I was little, my Dad was taking down the pony ride and putting the ponies away for the night, and I asked to ride one of them. So he put me on the back of my favorite one and started leading the ponies. Something spooked one of them, which spooked all of them, and the one I was on bucked and threw me. I slipped between a couple of them, but held on to the backs on both sides of me and my Dad managed to get in and get me before I slipped to the ground.

    They dredged the bay near my house in order to build up the land and build new houses. This resulted in huge piles of mud. I spent a long time making forts out there usually climbing up one of the piles of muck and digging out a cave. Nothing happened, but I think now, mud…not the most stable thing.

    My Dad promised me a tricycle for my third birthday if I stopped sucking my thumb. My cousin (same age) and I spent a lot of time together, and we were both visiting another Uncle and Aunt and sleeping in the same bed, so she saw me when I was sneaking sucking my thumb while getting to sleep. So she told my Dad. I was mad at her so I challenged her that both of us should somersault down the spiral staircase at my Uncle and Aunt’s–which we proceeded to do. She hit her head and cried; I saw she was crying and thought I better cry to avoid getting in trouble. We both got ice cream.

    My brother fell in a canal that was across the street from our house and was holding on to a ring that they tied boats up to. A neighbor eventually heard him yelling and got him out.

  3. jas says:

    I was a proponent of natural childbirth….until….

    I will not bore you with the gross details but I have often said that my son’s birth story could be used as birth control.

    And part of the problem was my midwife who sort of had “natural” as an ideology (if that makes sense). Afterward when I had a follow up appointment with her, she said she hoped I didn’t feel guilty because he hadn’t, in the end, been born “naturally.” And I was kind of flabbergasted that she would even think that, and felt a bit like she was implying that that should be the way I felt to some extent.

    • The Producer says:

      Ideology has no place in childbirth. Almost every horror story I’ve heard is a direct result of someone holding to what *should* be done without regard for the current situation staring them in the face. Sometimes that’s the professionals; sometimes its the parents.

      It’s not so much that I think homebirth is the only answer as it is that I don’t think a hospital birth is the only answer either. It’s the option I would’ve liked to taken, but things didn’t work out that way for us.

  4. Stuart says:

    William is shouting.

    Why is William shouting?

  5. Stuart says:

    What infants don’t realize is that they’re actually strapped into Ricaro racing seats. You should enjoy it while can, because by the time you can afford a car that comes with them, you’ll probably have kids and need to buy a mini van.

    But yeah, we never had seat belts in the back of cars, never mind car seats. You probably have to think about the volume of traffic on roads now. The accident curve is quite interesting:
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_motor_vehicle_deaths_in_U.S._by_year

    Unfortunately, I’m a helicopter parent. Mostly, because I know all the stuff I got up to (smashing lead acid car batteries with a massive stone, accidentally setting fire to our den – that one could have burned down the house next door had we not got it under control – that sort of thing). I do wonder if I’m not enabling my kids to cope in life, though. Awkward balance.

    Interesting debate towards the end. Developed a profound respect for my parents starting with my first child, so much I didn’t empathize with prior to that.

    • jas says:

      Oh yeah, I forgot my fire story 🙂

      After a storm we were burning the fallen stuff from our yard, and my Dad left me in charge while, I think he went to the store for cigarettes. I thought it’d be a good idea to have the neighborhood kids gather fallen debris from the entire neighborhood and pile that on. Initially got into some trouble for that one, but then I think my Dad saw that perhaps he had had a hand in it as well.

  6. Beth says:

    This was a great episode. We need more Producer more often!!!

    I feel like I always was aware of my own mortality. Maybe why I didn’t explore as much as you all seem to have explored? I don’t think my parents were particularly over or under protective. The story below doesn’t reflect on their whole parenting style. I shared to give perspective on mortality and the scary things that can happen while babysitting.

    There was that time I was baby sitting for my brothers that one of them got super mad and started chasing me around the house with an axe. (I probably played a role in making the fight occur, but I’m confident that whatever I did was not worthy of him trying to kill me. I think it started with me trying to get him to eat his vegetables with dinner.) I locked myself in he bathroom (Only room in the house with a lock) and called my parents to come home. Meanwhile, my brother starts attacking the door with the axe, damaging it but not successfully breaking through it. When my parents got home, they weren’t concerned for my safety, they were mad at ME for not trying to take the axe away and now it was MY fault the door was damaged. I’m not a parent, but the way they handled that still baffles me.

  7. Mark says:

    So weird, but nice, to have the auProducer leading off the show with auWilliam, instead of auTony.

    auWilliam: Since you’re from the Evil universe; doesn’t that mean you should have done something more than just yelling at kids walking across your lawn? Like having landmines out there or shoot arrows at them or ….?

    I also remember riding in the backward seats in a station wagon back in the day, but I also remember being 12 and driving the grandparents tractor around their farm (with an adult riding the hitch behind me).

    Pure: Yeah, I’m no Tony but I just don’t have anything to say on this topic that one of you didn’t already say or that wouldn’t feel cliched. 😉

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