Sunday, 28 October 2012

The truth about Robin Hood

I did already mention how much I love my dad, didn’t I?
Only he can turn plain old math riddle into Mad Hatter story. And conclude that Robin Hood is an unreasonably expensive accountant to have.

Tuesday, 9 October 2012

It's just an occasional table

The boy turns 7 and he gets a poster of himself as a tiger. What does the boy do? - runs around the house roaring! I am officially proud of myself.

P.S. It began as a demon mask, yet turned out to be an occasional birthday card. It's good to have my inspiration back.

Monday, 17 September 2012

Of wishes causing brain freeze

Amygdala hijack is when you have 10 kids screaming that one of them broke his arm and all you could do is to run to the English-speaking neighbour to call the fire fighters. Because your brain is too frozen to speak French.

Friday, 29 June 2012

Bad timing/Good timing

There is something I can do the best - crash my hopes in the beginning, sulk in the process and have a marvelous time in the end. And something I seldom try - enjoy it from the start. But frankly I don't really think that I would enjoy it so much without all this sulking and we-could-have-done-it-my-way thing.

It's like...

Sunday, 19 February 2012

It's just not the same...

Finally I've been to the movies here. Just got this feeling like half a year ago when I watched Cloverfield with a friend. Which was all good, and the movie, and the atmosphere, and "Angry Birds" as a starter... or was it another time? whatever...
Nostalgic again.
Anyway, I came across this trailer today with all its newsreel shaky camera and epic fights, and thought this might be good. So I went to the cinema, hoping to catch my part of a dark room, an awkward feeling of not being alone and some catharsis.

Here it comes: lots of spoilers and IMHOs.

Tuesday, 23 August 2011

Limitless flows of love and adoration to my father

Just had this thought about children's love and proud of their parents. "My daddy is rich, my daddy is honest, my daddy can beat up your daddy" etc. I don't even know how to describe my own father. Really. I can't choose only one adjective to emphasize all his merits.

My daddy is the best. Simple as that.

Friday, 24 June 2011

Thou come, the plush elephant

The most unexpected experience I had.... which means, never trust Oh-it-was-s-good-you-should-come exclamations...
Because it should have been Aida. And it was Aida, actually, but it was a madhouse Aida.