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.

Where no fan has gone before

July 11-12-13, 2008, Baltimore, star trek convention

You all know that I generally don't judge people. I am as open-minded and media-unspoiled as any baby can get these days. But it was quite a challenge to keep this highly desirable personality trait of mine intact with all those "fans" around… but everybody was really nice, even the pirates, Star Wars junkies, and hairy Potters.

I have to admit this: I loved, loved, loved the Klingons. And the Klingons loved me, even the drunk ones. Or maybe I should say, especially the drunk ones. They even let me dance on the table while they sang " Ej im-ta fey de-ja ee", fire their disruptor to get out of prison, and gamble some dough away. It was a nice evening. And I even proved my bravery by purchasing a tribble just moments before Cirano was exposed and thrown out. I call mine Mr. Tribbles and hide him under my bed. And no, I don't feed him.

The next day I was in my celebrity phase. I openly expressed my support of gay marriages to George Takey (or whatever his name was) while he was playing with my rocket shoes. You know, you have to be patient with these elderly actors... Then I revealed my "frak writers' strike" attitude to the Sheppard guys and found out that Mark is the same frakking arrogant bastard as Romo since he won't even tell me who the last cylon is. Like I care!

And at 9 pm I proved once and for all that my mom's really lost it. She made me stand on the podium in a Klingon outfit, long black wig, and plush Batleh. As a result I won the "most adorable fan" award. What can I tell you? I was so humiliated that I made daddy take me away before the end and mom had to go for the trophy by herself. I mean, it was her doing in the first place… so what?!

Overall, it was fun. The nylon-stockings-guy will probably haunt my dreams for years to come but other than that, Shoreleave was a blast. No pun intended. Seriously, knock it off!

Long time no see

Sorry I haven't written anything in such a long time but my grandma was here. Don't take me bad, she's cute, she's nice, she's a lot of fun, and she brought two suitcases of cool stuff… but she's a handful. For three long weeks I wasn't able to do my yoga without her watching my every move, I wasn't able to bite my dog's neck without her disapproving it, eating my shirt without her trying to take it away, kicking my farmhouse without her dancing along… what can I tell you? My freshly developed concept of privacy got a harsh beating. Other than that it was fine. Actually, more than fine. We went to New York, again. We went to Princeton, again. To Washington and Baltimore, to Northlandz and to Shoreleave… it was hectic but I wouldn't have it any other way. Well, I'll try to catch up on my writing and fill in the gaps for ya. But for now, let me sleep it off in peace. I deserve it!

The Spirit of Stars and Stripes

I was kind-a hoping that I will spend my first Independence Day watching channel 243's Will-Smith-knocking-down-an-alien marathon but it didn't really work out that way. Don't ask me why but my parents thought that it would be more fun to clean the whole apartment and read books. Don't even get me started. I mean… from what I remember grandma would be more than happy to help with the house overhaul and she's coming tomorrow. It ain't like it can't wait no more. And reading books on 4^th of July? Isn't it a little un-American? We should be watching baseball on TV, barbecuing hot dogs and hamburgers, and drinking diet coke floats… at least the dog got into the spirit of things. It would suck to be the only patriot in my family.

Heck, it's hectic!

I guess, soon enough, hectic is gonna be my middle name. Especially after this weekend. The good thing was that I met my new aunts, drooled over uncle Jon, fell for an Afghani dress (and cuisine), and hanged out in the coffee shops and parks while the dog stayed at home. The bad thing was there was like hundred degrees outside and it was so humid that you weren’t able to breathe without thinking you're being water-boarded. The only good thing about this weather was the lightning bugs that were going crazy in our backyard... but then, I could watch them just when I took the dog to poop and that activity kind-a spoiled the romantic mood.

But back to the weekend. It was good even though my head was past the boiling point and you could fry an egg on my stroller. But we had a nice walk in Princeton, mommy kicked aunt Katka's butt in a really humiliating attempt at a Wii boxing match, we went to Philly (and luckily I was too young to get drafted, otherwise I think my mom would send me to Boston right then and there along with those losers in Abraham-Lincoln-style uniforms)… as I said, hectic. I wasn't even able to take a nap (not that I would really need to). And next weekend won't be any easier. Friday is the stars-and-stripes day, on Saturday my grandma's coming, on Sunday I'll have to play with all the toys she's gonna bring me, and on Monday we plan to go to NYC. There's no rest for the wicked.