Ruminating Slav

Hello from Grand Cayman

DSC_0028_2.JPG, originally uploaded by *Karo*.

Give me a tropical contact high

Hey internets, guess what? BK has kindly donated some of his frequent flier miles so that the kid and I can leave the frozen tundra Dallas and join him in the Cayman Islands next week. Swim-up bar at the Hyatt, I don't think you're ready for me.

Employing no sort of segue whatsoever, allow me to tell you of my new cell phone. Is it the iPhone, you ask? No no, sillies, the iPhone will not be released until June. No, I speak of the Dolce & Gabanna Razr the Stanimal got me for Christmas. The phone which I had to hack learn to do something called "seem editing"* to get it to stop text messaging me gibberish every time I got a voice mail. The phone which is gold and shouts "Dolce Gabanna!" at you in an angry yet sensual Italian voice every time you turn it off and on. The phone which guilt prevents me from selling on eBay since the Stanimal spent so much money on it.

Yes, I know. The starving children in Africa have nothing on me.

In other Slav news, soon Home Renovation Fest '07 will kick off with $10k worth of foundation repair, quickly to be followed by putting down new flooring since the aforementioned kickoff entails some nice gentlemen jackhammering up the living room floor. There is also talk of bathroom renovation and re-landscaping of the front yard since we just had two enormous sycamore trees out front cut down. Need I say I am not looking forward to any of these "improvements"?

And finally, here's a recent Baxter photo. The subject of said photo just woke up so I'm afraid this lovely time we've had communing with one another must come to an end.



* Watching Battlestar Galactica took me to the brink; clearly the hacking seem editing, when coupled with the Runaways comic books I read a few weeks ago, has officially pushed me over into the Big Nerd Void.

I cannot begin to tell you how much pantwetting occurred in the last two hours

OMFG!!!!!111!!

Something I hope never to come home to

Earlier today Baxter and I were on our way home from the grocery store. When we turned into our street I saw a fire truck parked down at the end of the block. My first thought was, "Crap, I hope our house didn't burn down!" followed by a furious mental checklist of anything fire-inducing I might have accidentally left on (a pretty short list since I last picked up an iron in the Clinton administration). As I drove along I saw the truck was in front of our neighbors' house two houses down from us, the one in front of the street that dead-ends into ours.

So I pull up and I see an enormous hole in the front of their house. "Oh no, a fire," I think. But then I notice nothing looks burned. Upon closer inspection I see the back of a Jeep Cherokee inside the house. I think, "Is that where their garage is? Weird." Then it hits me. That car? That car DROVE INTO the house. Completely. Inside. The house. I roll down my window and get the attention of one of the firefighters. He tells me the owner of the Jeep had a seizure as he was driving and drove into the house. He's ok, the homeowners' dogs are ok, and the homeowners are on their way home, but Christ, people. There is an enormous hole in their house and a Jeep Cherokee in their living room.