Why don’t women buy men jewelry? Or, more importantly, why I hate Christmas jewelry ads.
After seeing this commercial:
»After seeing this commercial:
»So, Mr. B and I are going on a vacation. Sometime soon. Maybe we’re even on vacation as we speak. But maybe we’re at our house and if you try to rob it I’ll karate-kick you. Surprise!
»It’s raining right now, but not a tropical rain.
»When I was 12, I bought a shortwave radio that I could also tune to international channels.
»One of the cool things with working with a very international mix of coworkers is that I now have my finger not only on all the English viral videos and sometimes Russian and Hebrew viral videos, but I’M NOW UP ALL IN THE TAMINGLISH MARKET AS WELL.
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»I’ve always been under the assumption that I’m very leery of trusting the internet, because, everyone on the internet is a creep murderer and that I would never want to give up all my data to Zuck and the Gootch, but a couple of events recently have convinced me otherwise.
»Mr. B and I went to my parents’ for Thanksgiving. My parents recently got a free year of Russian channels on their cable account, which makes for some entertaining viewing.
»I know I’m doing something right when one of the search terms that leads people to my blog is “What does popravilas mean in Russian?” Well, Googler, I’m assuming you’re American and your mother-in-law said this to you. It means you’ve gained weight. But it literally kind of means you’ve straightened out. Sideways.
»Here they are:
»So, I was looking back at old honeymoon videos from Miami (oh, what a godsend that I discovered digital photography right around then), and realized why I cannot relate to Occupy Wall Street at all. Zaaaaaaa.
»I started reading Confederacy of Dunces on the train this morning. It is so, so good and so, so funny. I am bummed I didn’t know about this book earlier.
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