3 posts tagged “npr groupie”
The subject of my previous post - a jogger with a rabid fox latched onto her arm - reminded me of an episode of "This American Life" that had me glued to the radio.
Cranky - you may want to stay away from this one.
My synopsis - a woman is taking a walk down her snowy road out in the country when she comes across a huge rabid raccoon. This is her story about the attack, standoff and eventual rescue.
*shivers*
Some of the scariest stories happen when fluffy, innocent creatures turn murderously evil. This American Life producer Alex Blumberg tells one such story, about a raccoon gone bad. (11 minutes)
Did anyone else notice that NPR heartthrob Rob Gifford was on the air this morning with a piece about women named Amy?
Oh, sure, he was talking about Amy Winehouse at first, and then went down a list of singers in the UK named Amy.
I know the piece was really a secret message to me, letting me know he can't get me out of his mind.
Sigh...
Here's my almost embarrassingly uncreepy attempt at a stalker-fan letter. I think because I actually DO want to send a letter to Rob Gifford of NPR fame, I wasn't able to muster up enough freakishness.
Dear Rob,
I have restrained my urge to write to you until I could bear it no longer. I am about to burst from this pent-up desire to have not only your voice, but your entire person. You must know how your voice surrounds me at all hours, like a disembodied ghost-lover. I can hear you speaking to me in my thoughts, even when the radio isn't on.
Each morning when I wake, I hope against hope that it is you who speaks to me first. I sit in rapture when you are on the air. If I'm driving, it is all I can do to keep my car on the road. You bring out wild passions in me that only a man of your wit, intellect and British charm can do.
Your news is my news. Just for me. I know you can't personalize your reports, but I know that you are thinking of me.
When you were China, I know you were trying to entice me back for another visit. I know you wanted me there with you.
Now you are back in London, seducing me to fly to you and be your journalistic muse. Why else would you want me to know about current events in your homeland? It is all to prepare me to take my rightful place at your side. I will not only be a loyal lover, but an accurate fact checker.
This is my pledge to you, my dearest.
So there you have it.
Because of my points for sincerity in the First Annual International Creepy Stalker Letter contest, I'm inspired to finally write a real letter. But even less stalker-y than this one.
Does that make me crazy? Can I pull it off without scaring him? Will he post my letter on his blog and let all his friends make fun of me?
*cries*
