Infant bed

These comedy lights.

Is there a market for a show like Cribs, but for podcast studios?

Maybe.

Honestly, there's a market for a lot of freaking media these days.

I feel like everybody's always on their phone consuming shit.

Yeah.

Yeah, let us know if you want a Cribs podcast thing.

But anyways, that was The Ultimate Weapon.

And I'm Johnny Pomato.

I'm John Big Mac Cribs.

[laughs] A character who's repeatedly, it's remarked, uh, "And he sure was reminiscent of a hamburger." Great nickname.

[laughs] Darkman: The Hangman is a superhero crime novel written by Randall Boyle, a sequel to his own novelization of the 1990 film Darkman.

It's much less than all of that.

It, it doesn't coalesce into something.

Um, I think that's a great comparison point, Cribs.

It's like, it's another example like, uh, like The Hangman, where it is technically a sequel, but it hasn't figured out what exactly makes one of these stories a RoboCop or a Darkman story.

... one could tandem park

... that's one of those MTV Cribs.

Yeah, I wish.

And then you find out that-

Are you sure, though, that that was real, too? 'Cause I could also see someone playing it the opposite way.

Well, Bobby, I'm winking at you.

Wait, Cribs was all fake?

fake?A lot of it was-

They did-

Crib side, motherfucker

...

Cruz, Cruz One.

Don Mincher bats seven and plays at first.

The second baseman in the number eight spot is Frank Quillacy and the pitcher, with a record of 18 wins and 11 losses in World Series play, one and one, left-hander Jim Cott.

We asked Jim about pitching on just two days rest, and this is what he had to say.

I feel that the amount of rest between starts can have a little to do with a pitcher's rhythm, but not quite as much as... his natural stuff.

There's some days you can go out there with a week's rest and have real good stuff, and other days you can come back with ten days rest and not have anything at all.

As for the importance of the ball game, every pitcher, I think, looks forward to a challenge of this sort, and I'm certainly looking forward to it.

So said Twins left-hander Jim Cott just a short while ago.

The umpiring assignments today will find Ed Hurley of the American League behind the plate as he was for the first game of the series.

Yeah.

Nigga is getting flipped in the crib.

[laughs] Right.

Immediately.

The approach is different.

Basically, when they're born, we focus on Crib naps, practice crib naps as much as possible, working on a wake up and bedtime routine consistently.

So that way we start preparing the baby and babies do great.

And many times they start sleeping through the night, longer stretches as early as seven weeks as my younger baby that starts sleeping through the night.

Poem 27.

The Cradle or Coffin.

Poe.

Read for LibriVox.org by April 6090, California, United States of America.

The Cradle or Coffin.

Given under the inspiration of Poe.

The cradle or coffin, the robe or the shroud, Of which shall a mortal most truly be proud? the cradle rocks light as a boat on the billow the child lies asleep on his soft downy pillow and the mother sits near with her love-lighted eyes sits watching her treasure and dreamily singing while the cradle keeps time like a pendulum swinging and notes every moment of bliss as it flies lullaby baby watch o'er his rest the dear little fledgling asleep in his nest how blest is that slumber how calm he reposes with his sweet pouting lips and his cheeks flushed with roses o god of the innocent would it might last but no thou fond mother beyond thy perceiving the parquet are near him and steadily weaving the meshes of fate which around him they cast lullaby baby let him not wake soon shall the bubble of infancy break life with its terrors and fears shall surround him evil and good with strange problems confound him and as the charmed bird to the serpent is drawn the demons of hell from his proudest position shall drag down his soul to the depths of perdition till he bitterly curses the day he was born the cradle or coffin the blanket or pall oh which brings a blessing of peace unto all how still is the coffin no undulant motion be calmed like a boat on the breast of the ocean and there lies the child with his half-curtained eyes while his mother stands near him her loved watch still keeping and kisses his pale lips with wailing and weeping till her anguish is dumb or can speak but in sighs he needs not a lullaby now for his rest the fledgling has fluttered and flown from his nest he starts not he breathes not he knows no waking though sad eyes are weeping and fond hearts are breaking o god of all mercy how strange are thy ways yet know thou fond mother beyond thy perceiving the angels who took him are tenderly weaving his vestments of beauty his garments of praise oh call him not back to earth's weariness now for blossoms unfading encircle his brow from glory to glory forever ascending his soul with the soul of the infinite blending great luminous truths on his being shall dawn with no doubt to distract him or stay his endeavor he shall bless in his progress forever and ever the day that his soul to the kingdom was born The cradle or coffin, the robe or the shroud, Of which shall a mortal most truly be proud? The cradle or coffin, the blanket or pall, O, which brings a blessing of peace unto all? The cradle or coffin, both places of rest, Tell us, O mortals, which like ye the best?