Sunny

OK, so maybe uncle Jon didn’t babble that much. It was pretty sunny today. We went to a nearby park and got high on a double-shot espresso caramel blended ice coffee and went bio-shopping and did some more of these boring things. Nothing special. The weather was pretty neat though.

I need some coffee

Even when it rains it shines in Seattle? Don’t think so. It rained and rained and nothing shined through, at all. Uncle Jon was all like – it’s so damn hot in here, the sun’s shining like crazy, no rain at all! I don’t believe a word he said. It was raining like crazy from the time we sat down on the airport and rented that monster of a car that seemed to have swallowed our two cars and a minibus on top of that. Well, hopefully it will get better soon. If not, I heard my dad talking about going to a new age store for some special light and I don’t think I could handle that. New Age? Gimme a break. I like yoga and stuff but I don’t think I’d like anybody exploring my aura. For their own good.

Anyway, so we settled in our temporary housing, which is pretty good. From the outside it’s nothing special but it’s pretty good on the inside. The best part is that I got the master suite. I had the best time watching my mom and dad struggle trying to move my crib to that tiny bedroom. They tried and tried and they failed. So, they sleep in that tiny room while I enjoy the huge suite. Life’s good to this baby after all.

The only thing that sucks is that they brought our dog back. I kind-a hoped she’s gonna get lost or at least a little freaked out and as a result she’s gonna be nice and docile for a while. Didn’t happen. She’s the same bitch she was before take-off. I don’t what it would take to make her chill. Probably nothing. Honestly, I think that she would drive even Caesar crazy and he would kick her ass - off camera of course. I know I would.

Flying Crybaby

Don’t you hate it when people think you’re gonna be a crybaby on a plane and don’t even apologize when you’re the only one who’s not making any weird noises? I mean what’s the big deal? So we flew 3 thousand miles in rain and turbulences, so what? If I cry we won’t get there any faster – it’s a fact that the old gentlemen behind me didn’t seem to grasp…at all. I know it’s amazing that someone as old as he was can still fly and all that but did he have to make so much noise? I was just waiting for him to cough his lungs out. And also, I am so glad that my fine motor skills kicked in on time since otherwise I would not be able to pull the blanket over my head every 20 minutes or so when that terrible smell attacked. I don’t want to sound mean but it was real nasty. But hey, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger – so, suck it up, Harry! I the boy who lived!

The Big Move

Walter really messed up. Leave it to a ninety-year-old guy who wants to be a magician at kid’s parties to survey an apartment and you get a lousiest of lousy results. No shocker, huh? Well… he came, he saw, he counted, and he grossly underestimated how much crap my mom and dad accumulated over the years. When the movers came, they were working for nine hours and didn’t finish (and didn’t even get started in the basement). What a day! They were nice and they worked like crazy robots but the sound of ripping tape was soon getting on my nerves. We tried to get out of the apartment but the jersey weather sucks and since I didn’t want to be as red as daddy is right now, we went back in to listen to tape tape symphony – till 7. Then they left and just by the way, they mentioned: yeah, we’ll be back before 7 tomorrow to finish it up. 7 AM! Insane Ecuadorians! Well, I let daddy deal with them by himself while I slept it off on the hotel.

Next day was even worse. They started packing the rest of our crap (we SO need that
feng shui thing) and the movers started loading it in a monster truck. Seriously, it looked like the whole neighborhood was moving. Well, they spent the whole day loading everything and I’m pretty sure they’d blow their brains out if they new we’re planning throw 90% of that crap away as soon as we get our hands on it. Poor suckers.

Spoiler alert: bye bye Jersey!

Hi there. I wasn’t supposed to talk ‘bout daddy’s job hunt before it was definitive. Not that I wouldn’t do that just ‘cause I’m told to but I happened to agree. First of all I didn’t wanna give anything away too soon and second of all I felt a little hurt. OK, a lot! I mean, didn’t he realize that leaving me at home would hurt my feelings and that bringing me along was a sure way to ace those interviews? Anyway, long story short… he aced them nevertheless and we’re moving to Seattle. Gotta go. Gotta buy a huge umbrella. See you soon.

Who the frak is the last cylon?

I know it's been some time since the series ended… letting me hang for another year or gods know how long… but I just re-watched it all over again and I figured that there isn't just one last cylon, there's a whole bunch of them.

First, Romo. He has to be a cylon since he's clearly projecting a cat that's been dead for a long time and un-projecting the smell it must have created. Either that or he's lost it… which, actually, might very well be the case. Whatever. I just know that when I met him, he tried to be all mysterious 'bout it and he made it very clear that he's gonna be in the last part of the series - a lot. But then again, he might have just been trying to boast his ego and be an asshole.

Then, there's Baltar. That motherfrakker who thinks he's Jesus is just begging to be a cylon. And they said that it is probably someone who's been there a long time now… but it would be really disappointing and stupid if it were true… The only thing I don't know is how else would they explain Six? And don't even try that angel-send-by-the-only-god crap! I am 5 months old but even I have more imagination than that.

And what about that frakked-up Kara chick? I hope it's gonna be someone more interesting and sexy than her but I cannot ignore the last supper clue. It seems that some guys thought it would be fun to hide clues into the poster they made for the Comic Con (or what). I must say it's truly fishy… when you flip the picture (like Hanks in that DaVinci Code nonsense) you find that Kara is hanging onto Lee and the holy grail is in front of her… but it may also be just a feeble attempt to throw us off the track because everybody has wondered…

Is it Lee? How else could you explain that Adama had such a loser for a son? He's an overachiever who's too eager into everything to stop and think it through. It's Mirek Dusin of Galactica. And what kills me is the "Adama speech" he does every so often to let everybody (including himself) off the hook.

So, we got Romo, Baltar, Kara, Lee… who else? Oh yeah, Gaeta on his strategic position, President with her crazy visions, doctor with his cylon sense of humor… in fact I believe that Bill is the only person on that ship. He better run.

Ganesha rocks

Have I ever mentioned that I'm into Hinduism? I am. Their temples have a damn cool smell, nobody makes you wear shoes, shirts or onesies, you get a god for every day of a week... and their canteen-style dosa stuff is awesome... after all, it MUST be great if uncle Madysek and aunt Viki say so!

Just so you know, they took me to a pretty amazing Ganesha temple yesterday (and yup, I know my deities!). The four-or-six-or-how-many-handed elephant looked real friendly. I must admit that even with just one tusk, I liked him a lot. I mean, at least he was still alive... it kind of gave me a cozier feeling than other churches... and yup, I've seen my share.

What can I say? It was an awesome trip. I've got a red dot on my forehead which, as I imagine, Indian chicks dig, I finally got my own lunch chair, and I got personal with Ganesha... but the absolutely best part was uncle Madysek's powerful grip and aunt Viki's dexterous hold. I'll miss them. I've already packed an extra umbrella, bought a huge turkey, and hanged a Thanksgiving count-down calendar in my room - right next to the Indian-wedding-count-down one... just so that you know.