It's even more fun if you add, "...with my new Georgian boyfriend," to every sentence.
Maybe w-lfs-n could whip up a Greasemonkey script.
You know, they don't call me Armsmasher because I have a feminine first name.
I've just being toying with adding "...he's in Iraq right now" to my usual fib of "Sorry, I'm engaged."
It's the new "he just got out of prison."
Link to post explaining why Sue is in Georgia (Republic of)?
She loves the swarthy men, Michael. Also something about a Fulbright.
Ah. Teh appartment is insanely awesome.
Since Sue is reading over here- how's the power (electricty) situation over there? I saw Power Trip last year (at the old Visions Cinema in DC, no less), and was wondering if things had improved since...
For the rest of you, I recommend "Power Trip" as a great little window into a coutry that I knew very little about, and how things "work" over there.
The only thing I know about George (Republic of) is that I read a few years ago in The Atlantic Monthly, a Kagan article I believe, about him being mugged on the way into the country, by the government officials. Take care, Sue.
Oi. See, before she leaves for one of these places, she tells me things like, "Incidence of Georgian strangers giving you presents is way up!"
I'd double-check her understanding of "presents." She must really love those swarthy men to brave all that danger.
Quit scaring Kriston. Geez, people. I'm sure she'll be fine. Usually, in such countries, they only give you trouble if they think you're going to give them trouble; not for random kicks.
I'm going to eat your children, Chopper.
Isn't your mother supposed to offer to marry you to her, first? She's not yet 1, but should be ready in about 17 years. I do want grandkids, so you will have to rest the Tivo at that time.
Well, that was the joke, Tom, but of course we appreciate having them explained for the slow lurkers.
I'm a dope. I need to spend more time drinking coffee and less commenting reflexively.
Ladna, ladna, Michael. Susan's been over a few times and can get along just fine. I lived in cosmopolitan Moscow and still got mugged by the police. That's the post-Soviet version of renewing your driver's license.
Damnit, Kriston. I went to Big State. I don't automatically understand things like "ladna."
It occurs to me that the 3 above sentances could have been 1.
I'm hoping this whole thing develops like the Woody-Kelli-Thumb story on Cheers.
12. I'm a reflexive worrier over peoples' safety. Sue could just pass herself off as Australian. People love Australians. Non-natives usually can't hear the difference in accent, and all she needs to do is make a reference to how much she loves "footy."
Hey, cheers for Big State! I just date a smart girl. For what it's worth, "ladna" is Russian for something like, "Geez, I know, Mom, god," and you have to say it twice.
Georgia might be one of the few places left on the globe where Americans are cheered, since we orchestrated their revolution love freedom. (That's the only reason I didn't ask Susan to develop a funny accent, enthusiasm for hockey, and mad sketch comedy skillz before she left.)
You need the whole "strike" in the tag.
And, where I'm from it's "Geaux" Big State, but "geaux" is an abomination before the eyes of god and man, and I will have nothing to do with propogating its use.