Friday, December 30, 2005

Bacon and a side order of Sausage: A day with the family

First meal of day, around 11:00am: pancakes and sausage
Second meal of the day, around 3:00pm: strawberry ice cream with crushed pecans in a waffle cone
Third meal of the day, about 5:00pm: beef lasagna and garlic bread, small salad doused with Italian dressing

Then while watching REVENGE OF THE SITH on DVD we had microwave popcorn and Dr. Pepper.
Around 9:00pm everyone else had another ice cream and chocolate cake, but I declined.

My father had a triple bypass a few years ago but is doing fine now, thank you, despite a diet which would kill a wharf rat.

Spent the day cleaning out the Gap, Old Navy and Banana Republic of cheap after-christmas clothing items. I'm really going to be a chuvak when I get back to Russia.

(That's Russian for "cool dude.")

Saturday, December 24, 2005

America, Fuck YEAH!

Back in America for the holidays! Wow! 50 ways to chisel rock hard abs! Hollywood's kinkiest couples! Jessice Simpson divorce heartbreak! 14 pound newborn sets record!

People are still fat here. . .

Sunday, December 11, 2005

The Doll with No Eyes

My neighbors have been redecorating. Like a lot of Soviet-era older people, they're packrats -- they rarely throw anything away. Out in the corridor we share there's a cabinet that contains about twenty pairs of old shoes, I suppose being kept in case the apocolypse happens tomorrow and worn-out footware becomes unavailable. I'm sure they save their plastic bags and empty pickle jars, too.

They have an old cabinet that I guess they don't have room for anymore, and they're moved it out into the hallway we share. It's full of old books -- and a plastic baby doll with no eyes.

Its head is hollow, but not broken -- I don't know where the eyes went. I guess they got pulled out the front at some point.

Naturally one wonders why anybody would keep such a thing. I'll try to get a picture of it, it's damn near the creepiest thing I've ever seen.

Naturally I like to greet guests with it when they ring the bell. I stick the doll with no eyes out the door and say, "Why don't you love me, Mommy?" in Russian. "petchamoo ti nye lubish mnye, mama?"

I keep thinking I could just take it in here and keep it, but who knows, maybe they want it for sentimental reasons.

Hmm, maybe we could take it to the abandoned building near the disc market and get some picures of it. . .

Monday, December 05, 2005

Bass Ackwards

You know, it's pretty fucked up -- I actually look forward to the work week so I can get some rest and peace and quiet. It's the weekends that are rough.