Anniversary

Today is the anniversary of my blog. Many thanks to my devoted readers!

Lots of Wax

My girl and I were recently in California, sleeping peacefully in the office. My sister was very nice and gave me some beautiful homemade candles, filled with flammable paper with all sorts of pretty colors. So naturally I decided to light the candle before we went to bed. I woke up in the middle of the night to the sounds of my bookshelf on fire. I got up quickly, but sadly the fire was too big for me to blow out. So I had to put it out using a cup of water I got from the bathroom. One of my black pens was incinerated, and the burnt ink left a permanent black mark on top of my bookshelf. Luckily, none of my other precious toys were burned, but there were gobs of wax everywhere, including on my old class notes and my girl's backpack. The candle itself was very big before it melted. The end.

Pastry lady is back!

The pastry lady came back this morning. She seemed tan, she must have gone to the beach. She was not in a very good mood. I guess vacation didn't help.

Czech Men

Czech men don't look very good. Yesterday on our way back to Prague we stopped in the Aggip gasoline restaurant. I ordered a toasted sandwich. Just as we were about to sit down one of the ugliest guys I'd ever seen walked in to the restaurant. He had a square face and a round belly and the most hideous frock of hair---it was brown and super curly, the mess extended outwards about a half a foot from his skull and cascaded down below his shoulders. To make matters worse, he wore a red wife-beater showing his pudgy, sweaty arms and Bermuda shorts with a bright floral pattern. It was awful looking at him and I almost instantly lost my appetite. He seemed like a happy guy though---he enjoyed eating his pork and dumplings and gulping down his beer. Then came a surprise: my girl told me that he spoke Slovak. Usually Slovak guys are super cute. Anyway, eventually I did finish my sandwich. The end.

Pastry Lady

Every morning my girl and I like to get pastries in the subway on the way to work. I let her choose, cause she knows how to name the pastries in Czech. But I'm learning the names too, I can say vishnovi and menunkovi, but I'm not sure what pastries I'd get. Anyway, there's this mean lady who always serves us the pastries. We look forward to her refreshing style every morning. Last time I was paying for the pastries in change---I placed the coins on the counter so I could count them. This got her very annoyed, because I didn't place the change on the special dish who's purpose is to have change placed in it. She slammed her hand on the dish and said something in Czech, so I moved my money to the dish. I thought I was supposed to finish counting it first, but I guess not. Anyway, since this incident we haven't seen her at the pastry shop... there is a new girl, she is quite well-fed and pleasant looking. I wonder what happened to the mean pastry lady. The end.

Poor lamp

I broke my poor girl's lamp last night. I was lying on the couch when she told me to move. My feet were too long and they caught the spindly neck of the lamp. It fell and the glass lamp shade broke in half. I tried to catch the lamp with my foot before it fell, but it didn't help. There were a few very tiny shards of glass on the floor---I didn't believe it at first, so I touched one and it hurt my finger. So then I swept the rest up with a broom. The end.

4 week 5 day anniversary, correction

The last post was actually the 4 week 4 day anniversary of the blog, according to the local time in Palo Alto. So I have no choice but to retract the many thanks to my devoted readers communicated in my previous post. It should be the 4 week 5 day anniversary now, for real this time. Many thanks to my devoted readers!