I am Hacker Crack

You know what I am? Hacker crack. You can't even imagine how much hackers love me and this little blog. I am totally their drug, by which I mean, totally f****ing with this blog is something they are addicted to because I've been hacked four times in about a year...

The Russian’s Underwater Fantasy

We're chatting at the dinner table. The question is, “If you could disguise yourself, how would you change yourself physically?” The nine-year old says he’d turn himself into his best friend. I say I’d want to be invisible. The Russian, reliably, has a more inventive answer: "I would make myself a sea creature."

How the Russian Helps with Homework

Big fight last night over a certain Russian's hardline "helping 9-year old with homework" tactics. Apparently addressing the 9-year old in a VERY LOUD VOICE and repeating the same confusing, heavily-accented advice AGAIN AND AGAIN are the preferred methods...

The Russian Has a Toothache

My husband is in intense pain. I come downstairs this morning to find him sitting miserably on the couch, iPad in his lap. He’s been searching the internet for toothache pain remedies and since he’s searching Russian sites, I know this will be interesting...

Bad Russian Husbands

The slideshow in this post is (I believe) entitled "Bad Russian Husbands." I've chosen the highlights just for you. In case you wondering, the Russian and I are NOT depicted in any of these images. As far as you know.

Soviet Anti-Booze Propaganda

Russian attempts at anti-alcohol propaganda always seem so poignantly futile to me. You can't undo thousands of years of cultural DNA with one poster. This is a cool one, though, dating back to the Cultural Revolution...

Matryoshka Monday: Valentine Edition

i know it's not Monday, but it's probably better to post this particular matryoshka today because it is Valentine's Day, after all. My friend Igor makes the most beautiful matryoshka designs and if you go here you will find them on a lovely array of tees...

Getting Baptised, Russian-Style

If countries were human stereotypes, Russia would be the grumpy old man who sits on his front porch barking to no one in particular about the many things that infuriate him, like Americans throwing away perfectly edible food and driving like assholes in the snow...