I think Russian would be confusing as hell though, because about half the letters look like Roman letters, only they make different sounds.

I call my brother Mepcep because that's what it looks like his business cards say.

Oh, also, there's a chain of hotdog stands in Moscow called Star Dogs, but you'd swear the sign says Crap Dogs. (And they were pretty nast, so it works.)

I didn't go to the gym. But I'm clearing off my TiVo. Doing laundry. Might even watch Hustle & Flow.

I would have gone to the gym, but I got blindsided by conversation. ::sigh:: Some laughter, too. Okay, lots of laughter. There's some tribute to goatse page that includes goatse cakes, goatse appearances in video games, unfortunate goatse-like Batman artwork, and the like.

Now, I can never look at the original, and I know my limitations in that respect. But the tribute page had me howling. I supposed I'm not a tasteful person. Also got to see a couple people see goatse for the first time, which is...interesting. I had to come home and find the flickr slideshow of people seeing goatse for the first time. Bless.

Strega, do you watch Supernatural?

I like new alphabets. Cyrillic, Greek, kana and at one time, Arabic. Much better at them than actual language. It's just encoding, after all. Simple encoding.

Boy I Have A Crush On said he had gossip. So I called. The gossip is that he's engaged.

Oh, bah. Although, if you knew already it was a pointless crush, you can still keep it, you know.

I could speak very fluently about myself in the first person, as long as I was talking in the present tense about going somewhere or wanting something.

Heh -- that's just exactly it.

ita is obsessed with goatse.

Sitting at home waiting for dinner. Last night I went to see Friends with Money, which is typical enough Holofcener. The reason I'm not posting this in Movies, however, is for the following extremely weird sighting for people currently watching Survivor this season: motherfucking Shane. Shane was in front of me at the concession stand. He's half-douchebag, half-monkey, and fear not, he's smoking again.

Strega, do you watch Supernatural?

I, er, intend to watch it. Which is almost like watching it. I watched the first few and thought it was terribly entertaining. I mean, terrible, but entertaining in its terribleness. But I never remember to actually watch it when it's on. So I've seen maybe half a dozen episodes.

I do love Jensen Ackles. Partly because I want to convince everyone to call him "Nackles," but also because I think he's got a young James Spader thing going on, where he seems to revel in the sleazyness of his character.

This beer is lukewarm! The universe is conspiring against me.

ita is obsessed with goatse.

I totally didn't start it. If you think I'm bad with links, there's a kravver I should introduce you to. Sadly, many of the times he mentions a gross link, I've already seen it. But inside he's totally worse than me, I swear. I'm a good girl.

I, er, intend to watch it. Which is almost like watching i

It's very charming, I find. This week's MotW had a name pronounced like I assume your handle is, and I was disappointed to see it spelt different. It's almost like a shoutout.

If I cook dinner today, I can call it a win, right? I can't believe I spent so long sitting around talking. People need to be less entertaining.

if you knew already it was a pointless crush, you can still keep it, you know.

Once boy is committed, I can't. Even if I wanted to. It's not a ethical thing, it's just... if I genuinely feel like it's a Good Thing (which I do in this instance) it kills any romantic interest*. So I suppose I'm mourning the crush more than the boy. Still feel entitled to mope, though.

Poor wee little crush. It was such a pleasant diversion. RIP.

*You might ask, "So why didn't the fact that he was dating the now-fiancee kill it?" Answer: Because he wasn't dating her. Because he's mad. Which is why I had a crush. Long story.

ita -- ooh. I can't believe nobody told me. I'll have to look for reruns. How was it spelled?

So I suppose I'm mourning the crush more than the boy. Still feel entitled to mope, though.

Oh, totally. Moping is often appropriate at the end of a crush.

Shane was in front of me at the concession stand. He's half-douchebag, half-monkey, and fear not, he's smoking again.

That is a beautiful sentence.

Another sentence I love, from my box of spanikopita: "Have several packages of Spanakopita available in the freezer for emergencies." Yeah, you never know when you'll have an hors d'oeuvre emergency!!1!

Yeah, you never know when you'll have an hors d'oeuvre emergency!!1!

Hors d'oeuvre emergencies are nothing to laugh at Jesse. Things can get ugly when there's no finger food!