Book recommendation
Aug. 2nd, 2005 08:04 amThere's more than a little irony of a childfree person liking this book, but Jeff Vogel's The Poo Bomb, adapted from his website "The Story About the Baby" is one of the most twisted, hilarious, unsentimental looks at parenthood I've ever read, and that's coming from a lifelong Erma Bombeck fan. (Nothin' like reading about parenthood to remind me of why I never want to do it.)
Anyway, when I discovered that the website which I had shrieked with laughter over was now a book, I had to get it and I don't regret it. All my favorite bits are there, like: ( I prepared for this experience like any good geek would. I read books. You can't deal with an engineering problem without fully understanding the specifications and boundary conditions of the objects involved. You know. Mass. Coefficient of friction. Tensile strength. That sort of thing. )
There are still a few things up on the site - most notably, the warped instructions on how to set up a bassinette, which was a favorite, along with the picture of the baby in a roasting pan with a sprig of rosemary. Alas, there are no photographs in the book.
If you want a good read (it's nicely divided into bathroom-sized chunks, which is appropriate, really) or if you want the perfect gag gift for parents to be, hustle to Amazon and get a copy or two.
Anyway, when I discovered that the website which I had shrieked with laughter over was now a book, I had to get it and I don't regret it. All my favorite bits are there, like: ( I prepared for this experience like any good geek would. I read books. You can't deal with an engineering problem without fully understanding the specifications and boundary conditions of the objects involved. You know. Mass. Coefficient of friction. Tensile strength. That sort of thing. )
There are still a few things up on the site - most notably, the warped instructions on how to set up a bassinette, which was a favorite, along with the picture of the baby in a roasting pan with a sprig of rosemary. Alas, there are no photographs in the book.
If you want a good read (it's nicely divided into bathroom-sized chunks, which is appropriate, really) or if you want the perfect gag gift for parents to be, hustle to Amazon and get a copy or two.