I have serious work to do today, but before I bury myself beneath it (which is a little bit less appealing than burying oneself beneath, say, a Spartan’s sweaty body… or the nearest equivalent of) – here’s a quick tea-break and an update: new banner! Woo! I said Venere was never coming down, but IContinue reading “More and More Maintenance”
Author Archives: Natalia Antonova
I think I have my quote of the week
“Who knew taking it up the butt was the path to eternal salvation?” – via someone named Angry, whom I don’t know very well, but like very much already.
We have a saying in Russian
“The weather whispers – borrow some money and go get high.” (Погода шепчет – займи и уколись) This morning, though, the weather is whispering something more like – “Take some time off and stay the bloody hell at home.” I think that hardly anyone is going to show up for work today (apparently, we’re gettingContinue reading “We have a saying in Russian”
Rock. My. Face. Off.
Some movies you anticipate as though you’re back at sixteen years of age, anticipating a life of collegiate debauchery. I mean, seriously. I mean, for real. I mean, holy fucking shit, “Spaaartaaans!” A lot of my contemporaries are weary of these kinds of films. They deconstruct the gleaming outcroppings of abdominal muscle on the sword-waving/spear-throwingContinue reading “Rock. My. Face. Off.”
“Ах Александр Сергеевич, милый…!”
Ooh, 19th Century Russian Orientalism! Where the sea forever splashes By a desolate rocky shore, Where the moon more warmly glimmers O’er the mellow twilight hours, Where the Muslim in his harem Spends his days in revelry, There, a sorceress caressed me, Handed me a talisman. OK, no, seriously, this is not one of myContinue reading ““Ах Александр Сергеевич, милый…!””
Natalia A. 