Lords of Kobol, save my soul

In 7 days, Battlestar will be blown to pieces, president will be dead, and I will be stuck with some losers on an island in the middle of nowhere. Yeah, Galactica is nearing its end and I have realized the ultimate truth: there is nothing waiting for me afterwards. Nothing. Sure, I can explore ancient Egypt with some trigger-happy idiots, I can eat spaghetti and watch NJ mafia guys kill each other, I can spend my evenings watching Jack torture people because there is no time and no other choice, I can go back to Hercules on LSD saving the universe from flesh-devouring piggies, watch Babylon's tuberculosis-infused robots or Farscape's pregnant ships… or just let my brain die slow and miserable death by watching the endless flashbacks and totally ridiculous attacks of the boar queen on the magical island filled with polar bears, dinosaurs, and people with IQ<50. I am so frakked.

Frak Marla!

How come Marla's so famous and my work's being admired only by a small group of friends and Microsoft employees? She started working on her art when she was 3 and she only did paint on canvas, I've already beaten her to it. I started as soon as I turned one and I've explored so many different media, it's unbelievable I haven't heard from Christies yet. Maybe it's because my parents moved from Binghamton before I was born and I lack the stimulating environment of the rural nothingness. Hard to tell. But if I were to choose between "Binghamton fame" or "Seattle circle of the closest friends," I think I'd grab a cup of latté and be the happiest baby on the block... any day!

My Trip to the Arctic Circle

So, I made it through Christmas with a pretty cool train, rocking pup and lots of socks… and after new year's we went to visit the Czech Republic. I must say, it sucked. The flight was terrible. I was promised my own bed but the flight attendants assessed me as being too big and after a couple of hours of my sincere (and loud) protesting, they got me a paper box to lie in on the floor. And they were surprised I kept on being "dissatisfied." I couldn't stretch my legs, my back hurt, the pasta was gross, and I wasn't able to sleep in 30+ hours… so, when I got to my grandma's I was REALLY upset. And when I thought everything was getting better, the time shifted. Don't take me wrong, I liked partying till morning hours but then every day somebody woke me up early 'cause they just had to call or ring the bell or even come to see me. The food was ok but I missed my goggrts, and the weather was terrible. I never realized this post-communistic country was so close to the Arctic circle. I was surprised not to see any penguins. Hm, they probably died out due to the inversion. Also, I never knew this country was so gray - the houses, the cars, the snow, the people. I don't think I've seen one person wearing something bright… or smile, for that matter. It was so depressing. Of course, everybody wanted a piece of me, nobody respected my wishes for privacy, and I took so many pictures like never before (and that's HUGE considering my parents are crazy wanna-be photographers). But on the bright side, I got lots of presents, didn't catch the throwing-up bug like mommy, and saw my grandparents and my cousin. The thing is, next time they can all come here. Or we can meet in Hawaii. Aloha.