31 July 2006

I am so fucking cute. Yes I am. I'm a fucking cutie pie.



Q: Have the insatiable urge to speak utter crap baby-waby tawk, but just don't want something popping out from between your legs just yet?

A: Kitten.

No name yet, though I'm seriously considering Yoda due to a certain look he gave me last night. "SO jr." is also being considered as he acts perma-stoned and gets that slitty eyed look that SO does when high.

Are you just soooo cute? Yes yous are! Widdle cutie pie yes he is.

Dear god somebody slap me.

EDIT:Though "Hey Cat" was beginning to grow on me, I've finally named the cute little bugger thanks to a suggestion from the SO.

I was considering "Dopey" (like the dwarf) or "Imshee" ("Move it!" in the SO's third mother tongue), but after the SO suggested it, we have:

Bacco - Italian for Bacchus. 'Cause he's either sleeping, drunkenly falling off something, or sleeping in a position that eventually leads to him drunkenly falling off something.

17 July 2006

What I Did this Weekend

  • went to the SO's cousin's wedding on Saturday, which involved:
    • meeting a zillion different people, all while being introduced as "SO's future wife" courtesy of the cousin
    • me getting flustered at the above and mistakenly correcting said introduction with fidanzata instead of ragazza
    • an 8 course meal to die for and all the alcohol one's liver could handle
    • the SO's youngest sister trying to get the bride to chuck the bouquet at my head (no bouquet throwing was done though, as the thing, though gorgeous, weighed a ton.)
    • my hormones going into overdrive due to the SO's new suit. PHWOAR. *fans self just thinking about it*
    • *fans self some more*
    • *fans self even mo...aw, fuck it. [COMMERCIAL BREAK GOES HERE]
    • the SO totally ambushing me by slow dancing to Sinatra. And singing loudly off key while doing it. And with a total semi. In that suit. Nobody else was dancing at that point in time. My face was fire engine red and speaking of fire engines, well, one with the hose pointed at my pink bits would have been handy at that point.
    • [YET ANOTHER COMMERCIAL BREAK]
  • the SO & I broke his bed yesterday afternoon. this is not related to Saturday's events. Swear to Dog.

12 July 2006

Pity the Beautiful game has Some Really Ugly Fans

Throughout the World Cup there has been a continuous stream of greasy, diving, cheating, cattennacio-playing, undeserving, racist(?!) wop bastards comments on three of my typical lurk/occasional post sites (MeFi, MetaChat, & Sportsfilter) as well as in the English-speaking media.

I've typed up some nasty responses to said comments and then bit my tongue and closed the browser before hitting the post button. I'm just the American in Rome, and hell, why argue on the Internets.

But what with the Zizou/Matterazzi headbutt furor (neither of whom I consider saints, despite my fetish of the former and my sadness at his expulsion), the strategy of biting my tongue is proving painful.

It seems as if people, egged on by the media, willfully shut their eyes and play into their own personal confirmation biases. The aforementioned slurs on Italians, Germans as 'boring', France as 'formidable but, well, Gaelic', Spain as 'underachievers', English as 'hooligans', Brazil as the 'behemoth', Argentina forever to be mentioned along with the phrases 'Maradona' & 'hand of God', and the rest of the teams as second or third tier underdogs not worthy of too much consideration.

It's annoying. And saddening, especially on my aforementioned web lurks which are usually fairly intelligent corners of e web. Pre-Cup snark notwithstanding, can we really not get past the whole stereotyping shtick and just watch the games as they are played or must we all endure your disparaging, even racist insults in an effort to prove your flag pole is bigger than ours?

Because if it's the latter, then I guess I'll just save my breath trying to make a reasonable response to the contrary and just use small words:

HaHa. Fuck you. We won. Go peddle your cunty, insulting, racist stereotypes to someone who cares.

Damn. That last phrase has polysyllabic words. Let's try again:

HaHa. Fuck you. We won. Go peddle your cunty, insulting, racist stereotypes to someone who cares. Take your insults and shove them up your ass.



Anyhow, on to some thoughts on the WC in general.

10 July 2006