like tomato soup,

the obp membership drive gives me enormous comfort.

listening to this american life is one of my favorite things to do on sunday morning. opb is my only source of news, which i admittedly do not get much of. opb is what i leave on for my two cats every day when i leave the house for work.

but my #1 favorite thing to listen to on npr is the membership drive. i do not know why, but somehow listening to the opb people ask for money and say cheesy things about how public broadcasting is so meaningful to our community and blah de blah, it soothes me. i can listen to it for hours.

i've never donated to opb, or "become a member" as they call it. but i have come close many many times. the fact that i can hardly pay my rent without a little bit of assistance from mom and pop stops me. my need for booze, cigarettes, and yarn stops me. my selfishness and my reluctance to talk to strangers on the phone plays a part. but i have a feeling that this time, this opb membership drive, is gonna be the one in which i finally contribute.

but i am not as excited about donating money as i am about listening to them beg for it.

and i suspect that that makes me a sick bastard.