Obie's dream of horses

Albatross, Obediah. Obediah, Albatross.
Albatross is a recent addition to the Golden/Mohan household. Here you see Obediah and Albatross making each others' acquaintance. They were fast friends.

Always the equestrian, that Obie.

how many balls can YOU hold?

because there's no such thing as too much footie

Here are some of the photos from mom, as promised...

The pre-game "we're all winners in our hearts" talk.

This is how it all began. I tapped the ball to Anna, and the rest is history.

After the routing of Footlocker, we make nice and shake hands, and then laugh at them behind their backs.

proof of life

All we're missing is them holding up a newspaper. Anyway, the boys are safely (if coldly) in Bucharest. I (or sheena) will probably be updating the nonexistant public on their adventures. I mean, they're the only ones who read this thing, right?

The family descends and Greyskull comes into our own.

My family came to celebrate my birthday (I like to use the entire month, just keep the presents coming!) this weekend. And Oh what a weekend!

On Friday night we had a bowling adventure in Sunset Park (pictures TK, Sheena has them on her camera). It had a rocky start, but Peter (bartender extraordinaire) made sure we had enough buckets of Rocks, and all was well. When we finally got our lanes Sheena revealed that she belongs to a bowling league and she doesn't actually work, but instead bowls all day. Chris demonstrated how to make sure the lanes are adequately oiled (by sliding down them on your back), and a good time was had by all.

Saturday I took the family on a Brooklyn adventure to end all adventures. We first headed down to Coney Island (see picture above). Now, am I the only person who knows that Coney is another word for Rabbit? and why do i know this??? It was a beautiful day and it was nice to see the ocean without a sea of hipsters surrounding me (the only other time i've been to coney island was for siren festival).

After the beach we decided to find the house in which my grandmother and great aunt grew up. I think it's in Boro Park? Flatbush? Midway? but i really have no idea. Right next to Brooklyn College. Anyone know where that is? Anyway, the house is still there:

Yesterday we had our semi-final and championship soccer games - man were we the come-from-behind-kids! We played the top-ranked team in our semi-final round and took them by surprise by winning! 5-3!! take THAT big dude!!

And then we fulfilled our destiny by playing the evil PPSH team. You may remember our prophecy that, after losing to the 11-1 our first game, we would end up playing the urine-colored team in the championships... well, we did. After our astonishing victory over the Footlocker team we were pretty pumped. We started off strong, scoring right at the beginning and keeping them away from our goal. First half ended and, amazingly, we were in the lead. oh what a day! then, we began to live the Mighty Ducks. Our strongest player, Owen, rolled his ankle and was out of the game. We shook it off and tried to keep on it, but alas could not hold them at bay. We ended with a loss in reality, but it was a moral victory. the final score was 3-1. much different from the 11-1 loss in January. And we kept them on their toes the whole game.

There was some amazing playing going on - Will and Mike double teamed to score a beautiful goal, Owen (as always) was magnificent, and there were some great defensive plays by Insha, Sheena, and myself (if i may be immodest). Also, Marty was a wall - saving us from many a would-be goal, and Tera and Anna scared the bejesus out of the big dudes. I'm sure Sheena will have more to say about this, and I'm supposed to be getting some pictures from my mom once she gets back to LA. Thanks to Sevil and Colin for organizing an awesome indoor league!

Spring has, in fact, sprung.

I think that most people know this, but I'm a sucker for Pale Male. I made my family tramp through central park year before last to show them the nest (ali was unimpressed, but my dad started sending me every article he could find during the nest/co-op scandal last year). Anyway, you will all be happy to know that Pale Male and Lola (his mate du jour) are back on the upper west side. Spring is here, people, even Pale Male says so.

huzzah!!
picture borrowed from NYTimes.com, taken by Chang Lee.

jumping jehosephat i love my job

So, part of my job is to be the Social Director for the department. I'm not very good at it. A few weeks ago I had motivated enough to plan for a Behavioral Medicine Bowling Adventure (after the suggestions of my boss, Richard). This was exciting. I love bowling (as you may have guessed), and a bowling night with the coworkers promised to be interesting, to say the least.

Anyway, today while we were eating birthday cake Richard started talking about how much he loved The Big Lebowski and wouldn't it be great if we could watch it before bowling? we then proceeded to scream at those who have not seen it and act out our favorite scenes for them. (have i mentioned that i want to be Richard's friend?).

So now, in addition to a bowling night, we are having a screening of The Big Lebowski, just our lab, in a big classroom with a projection screen. we get to skive off work, we're going to have pizza, and then we get to go bowling. it's going to be awesome. i love my job.

How I Got Grownup Furniture OR First Day of the Second Quarter of my Century OR One Foot in the Grave

ok. so, before i begin. take a look at this logo. (it's a furniture company). on a scale of one to fascist...


Anyway, in honor of this auspicious day (it IS a wedensday, after all), I am finally buying (with my parents' help) a real-live, grown-up bed frame. Here's a picture of it. Just subtract the painfully ugly comforter, add three cats, and you'll have it! You can't really tell from this picture, but there's a very nice scalloping on the footboard. It's all hand-made, solid birch, hand-stained fanciness. i'm the fanciest girl in the world. I'm picking it up from my new friend Michael (thank you craigslist) today at 8. if anyone wants to help me transport it, that would be awesome.

Now, i didn't want to tell Michael this, but if you go to the manufacturer's website (of the crazy fascist condor eagle thing), you'll notice the disgustingly high prices of all of their furniture. I like art deco as much as the next girl, but come ON! luckily, Michael isn't a shmuck, didn't spend that much on his bed, and I ended up getting a steal. hooray!! now i just have to save up my money to populate my bedroom with more awesome art deco furniture. Tia, any suggestions??

GGGGOOOOOOAAAAAALLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!! again.

Castle Grey Skull FC won our playoff game!!! We had a great bout against Bleu Cheese (who are awesome and if we could play against them every time I would be very happy - this is directed at the stupid purple team who should just not show up because they're jerky jerks and i'll kick them in the head).

Anyway, thanks to everyone for coming out to support us. It was infinitely more fun to play with a cheering section than without. Come out and see us get crushed at the semi-finals next week. Our game starts at 12:45 (click here for standings and schedule), and if by some crazy miracle of miracles we beat Footlocker (which won't happen, don't worry), the Championship final will be at 1:30.

Also my parents and sister will be there, probably bored out of their minds, so you should come and keep them company.

you, too, can be philanthropic!

My sister is running in a Relay for Life in Middlebury, and I thought some of you might want to donate money to go to cancer research.

here is the link, and i'll paste ali's letter below.
_____________________________
Two years ago, my friend Annie lost her mom to breast cancer. It's a tragedy that will stay with her for the rest of her life, and one that no one should have to go through. In an effort to ensure that no one else loses a loved one to this disease, my friends and I are participating in Relay for Life at Middlebury College.

Relay is an overnight event that unites our community in a common effort to support the American Cancer Society’s lifesaving mission to eliminate cancer as a major health problem. The Society works every day to prevent cancer and save lives by supporting groundbreaking research, affecting public policies that protect us from cancer, and educating people on how to prevent or detect cancer early. The Society helps people in our community who have cancer through its many programs and services. Together, we can help the American Cancer Society accelerate the progress toward a cancer-free future.

I hope you’ll be able to join us for this year’s event. Please click on the link below for more information, including details on the inspirational Survivors’ Lap and the moving Luminaria Ceremony. If you can’t join us, will you please visit the site and make a donation to support our efforts? Either way, you will make a real difference in the lives of people facing cancer – and in the lives of the people who love them. Thank you!
Also, please forward this email to anyone you think would be interested in this cause!
Thanks so much!!
Love,
Ali

Follow This Link to visit my personal web page and help me in my efforts to support Relay For Life of Middlebury College

this is from my boss.

who also has a sign on his office door that says, "shoot first, ask questions later" with a picture of cheney as elmer fudd.

http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article12092.htm

pretty good article about interesting questions the press was not asking after the shooting incident.

list of jobs that are harder than mine...

My dad won his jury trial today! huzzah! i imagine that he was making a face similar to this one. although, he might have been missing the stone tower (from ponce de leon's house in old san juan).

Yup, you guessed it. i've just figured out how to use picasa. you can expect way more lame family vacation pictures from now on. 

oh my god this is so awesome...

Under an 1815 Volcano Eruption, Remains of a 'Lost Kingdom'
(click here for full story)


the lost kingdom of Tambora!?!
oh man oh man.this is awesome. i had no knowledge of Tambora - and boy do i like volcanos. pompeii? fantastic.

this is so cool.

although (and this is embarrassing), when i read it at first on the cnn site, it seemed like they had found the lost kingdom of tambora in rhode island, which didn't make any sense and i was really confused.

I just saw a bumper sticker that said PRECHES.

Yup. That's all i got.

bowling bowling bowling to freedom!

So I'm organizing a bowling night - March 10th at 10pm at Melody Lanes in Brooklyn - take the N to 36th street, it's on 37th street and 4th ave (click here for review/directions/map)


come bowling. i'll bring my parents and my sister. it'll be awesome.

babies are cute

My cousin is turning one on bowling night!
on the left you'll find him listening for the sand worms that eat people.
on the right, he's reading this post. he's very advanced.

happy early birthday rory!

i'm going to bemidji

because Bemidji, Minn. is the curling capital of the united states. and i want to be a curler.

and i think that the medals rounds of curling shouldn't be at 7am. they should be at a time when i can watch them. because, i know that most people don't believe me, but curling is way cool.

and it's scottish too.

i, too, am a douchebag

Yesterday was Toby's birthday. Toby is awesome. I forgot. I'm sorry.

When i googled Toby to find a picture of him to show you, this toby nathan came up. she's an md AND a pc. you could do worse, tobs.



happy happy happy happy birthday. see you this weekend!

Get it on, Pang and Tong, get it on.

Dick Button won the gold medal in 1948.

Sheena and I just finished watching an evening of Olympics, which was awesome. The US women's snowboarding team kicked some ass, and Joey Cheek (who is just cute as a button) blew everyone else away - even the eight foot tall Russian dude. But the highlight of the evening for entertainment value was absolutely the pairs free skate. Of course Dick Button (who is nine hundred years old) was commentating, along with some bitch. I think this bitch's name is Sandra. I'm not sure. Let's call her Sandy.

Sandy, Sandy, Sandy. Did Petrova and Tikhonov kill and then eat your dog? your child? did they steal your identity and spend your life savings in Las Vegas? Because I would understand your ire if they did. If not, then you're just mean. She accused them of having choreography that was a "cop-out". She also said that Tikhonov (who is seven feet tall) "has never been able to get through a full four minute program." i know, i know, that's not really all that mean. But don't worry, she was also racist, saying things like "the Chinese have always been known for their tricks." I believe they're called jumps, sandy, not tricks.

Also, the silver medalists in the pairs were amazing. the woman (zhang dan) fell from like eight feet right onto her knee, got off the ice in tears, and went right back on. and then they won the silver medal. after falling and stopping the routine. it was awesome.

Dick Button said (of zhang) "who would have guessed that someone that slight would hvae a heart as big as the skating rink." who, indeed, Dick? who indeed.

start me up, if you start me up i'll never stop

Sheena and I were on our way to our soccer game yesterday (against the number one team (read here for what happened)) and who should walk onto the subway and sit across from us? none other than Michael McKean, who is awesome and has been in all of the Christopher Guest mockumentaries and is amazing. Of course, the only thing i could think of when he sat down was that he played the bad guy in Mom and Dad save the World, which is a horrible movie.

so I stare at him, then I stare at Sheena, then Sheena stares at me, stares at McKean, McKean stares at both of us. uncomfortable. for the rest of the trip I babbled incoherently, Sheena pretended to listen to what I was saying, and McKean made his young companion crack up hysterically - not really surprising.

we did not play it cool. it was a sad day for us. but very very exciting.

DOCTOR UPDATE. OH MY GOD.

ok. so i've just discovered something amazing about Dr. Shapiro. She began practicing medicine in 1942.

SHE BEGAN PRACTICING MEDICINE IN 1942.

not only does that make her one of the first female doctors, but it also makes her something like 85 years old.

and also Marna, the receptionist extraordinaire i work with (who is around 55ish) just realized today that this same Dr. Irene Shapiro WAS HER PEDIATRICIAN!!

i'm sorry for the capitalization, but it's insane.

oh, you think??

This article in the Times today almost made me cry:

Some Democrats Are Sensing Missed Opportunities (full article here)


oh really? see, i thought the dems were doing a great job. totally. (that was sarcasm, it doesn't always come across in writing).

blast from the past

i found this again. and liked it. just as much as the first time.

this was a tribute to my blog. from august. thanks andy.

2-4-6-8 who do we appreciate??

So we had our fifth game of the season yesterday (Castle Grey Skull FC crushed the opposition 3-1) and are slowly moving our way up the ranks of the NY Co-Ed Soccer beginner league. Awesome. Our ringer wasn't even there.

Josh and Seth and Bridget came to the game, and it was great to have some fans cheering us on. Josh also took some awesome pictures.

Next week we go up against the Footlocker team, which is not only undefeated, but has a goal differential of, umm, 23. We're not far behind with our GD of -1.


picture borrowed from www.minioncontrol5.tripod.com

way to keep a monday light

I forgot to put this up, but i think the 3 people who read this blog might appreciate the story.

On mondays we have our big lab meetings. these meetings aren't super serious, but we definitely discuss serious recruitment, data analysis, administrative stuff. so at the meeting on monday, one of my bosses was discussing things we need to do to get one of our studies ready for analysis and writing of articles.

She's talking about responsibilities we all have, and says something like, "so we all need to keep on top of our duties" or something like that. the important part is the use of the word "duty" because i start giggling to myself.

i cut the giggle short, so it came out like a snort. everyone in the meeting stops, looks at me, and Richard (the uberboss) asks what's wrong. I say nothing, paula says, "no, you rolled your eyes, do you have something to say about this?" and i reply with, "no, please, it's nothing."

of course, because my life is a movie, they won't let it go and i finally come out with, "i am 12 years old and paula said 'duty'". and Richard says, "more like 8 years old".

i start laughing hysterically and, luckily, the rest of the lab group joins in.

just another monday at behavioral medicine. hot damn i love my job.

live in the now, man!

This morning I left my iPod at home. It was charging, I forgot to put it back in my bag before I left. Very sad. So I was stuck listening to the noise and chaos that is a New York City subway during the morning commute.

There was the dude listening to music so loudly I'm surprised his eardrums weren't bleeding, the loud talkers, the usual.

And then, as I was closing my eyes for my traditional (59th to 168th street) nap, I heard the opening notes of Stairway to Heaven. Immediately in my head I played out that scene in Wayne's World in the guitar store where Wayne starts playing the nice guitar and the clerk stops him and points to the "No Stairway to Heaven" sign. So i giggle a little to myself. and then the guy plays the ENTIRE SONG. all eleventy billion minutes of it. needless to say, my nap was interrupted.

It was better than jamaican dance hall music at 8am, and I had a crazy smile on my face the whole ride. all in all, not a bad way to start the day.

party on wayne.

all class, all the time

That's right, people. Two weeks hence Andy and I will be classing it up at Trump's Taj Mahal. Now the question is (not why) but WHAT we will do with ourselves once we are there. I'm voting for making fun of the crazy old people and trying not to lose all of my money. Oh, and drinking. a lot.

Brad suggested I hit the Wheel of Fortune slot machine (which has the reputation of being a "loose slot", obviously making me giggle). If any of you have other suggestions, please do let me know.

My aims for the trip are to eat a lot of food, possibly ordering room service (my dad would kill me), and to not be in NYC for at least one day. I'm also hoping that it's not freezing cold so that we can walk up and down the boardwalk, because i've been to vegas, and i've been to rome (sheena, commence singing now), but i've never been to atlantic city. and i think that's something everyone should do at one time or another. i mean, it can't be worse than anaheim, right?

plus, according to the website, we will "sleep like maharajas" which has the bonus of being completely meaningless AND totally offensive!

of course it's a good idea!

someone please help me remember that drinking the equivalent of three bottles of wine (one nice bottle from josh, and one magnum of yellowtail) with three other people is probably not the best way to end a monday/start a tuesday.

see here <------- it seemed like a good idea at the time.

i am outraged.

So, when I was growing up the most exciting of tv events (aside from the oscars, i'm sorry i grew up in los angeles) was the olympics. Remember when Picabo Street was the coolest person ever! She got to name herself! and she chose the name Picabo!

Winter, Summer, didn't matter. my family gathered in front of the tv with our dinners (this was a big deal because dinner at the Golden house was a sacred event. no tv, no phone calls, no nothing), and we would watch the olympics all night long. Especially the winter olympics. i mean, it doesn't get better than that. there's figure skating, speed skating, skiing, the luge, the list goes on and on.

Apparently American Idol is expected to beat the Olympics in ratings this year. THE OLYMPICS!!! American Idol??? good god what is this world coming to??
(Full Story Here)

i'm sorry. i just couldn't help myself.

in keeping with the awesome animal theme...

This is an "Effigia", an ancestor to the croc and alligator. not related at all to the dinosaur. it had no teeth, and is awesome.

"Scientists have discovered a fossil in New Mexico that looks like a sixfoot-long, two-legged dinosaur, but is actually an ancient relative of alligators and crocodiles." (full article here)

So the crocadile looked like a dinosaur 80 milion years before the dinosaurs looked like dinosaurs. pretty cool, huh?

would you kindly place that stick in my eye?

first of all, i love google image.

sheena, is this machinema?

Underworld Two!!!!! Underworld's Revenge!!

so exciting. again, what's better than a vampire movie and better than a werewolf movie? a vampire vs. werewolf movie, of course!

i cannot wait.





photo borrowed from www.creativecorner.home.att.net/art.htm, which is a scary scary place.

well, guy in a skeleton costume comes up to the guy in the superman suit, runs through him with a broadsword.

Tonight is our Lost party with Seth. Hooray for Seth!!

The Mohan girls (now there are two of them, i don't even need to be sou-chef) are going to make dinner and we're going to watch last week's episode. and then THEN then we will be caught up. finally.

it's lame, i know. but i'm way excited.

Also i like this poster. because it's in Romanian, obviously.





image borrowed from www.tvr.ro/tv/tvr1/promo/lost.php

THAR SHE BLOWS!!!!!

This whale was spotted swimming down the Thames. Past Big Ben!

the effing Thames!!!! how effing cool is that??
(full story here)

man i wish i could have seen that.

it's just like that story of the whale swimming in the san fransisco bay. remember that book? i mean, it really happened, but there was a children's book about it too.

well, as long as they won't be making american dollars...

to continue with toby's Cuba theme today (congrats on your maceo thing, tobs, it sounds really interesting), i just saw this article in the new york times.

So Cuba is now being allowed to play in the World Baseball Classic (full article here).

The Treasury department wouldn't let Cuba play at first because of the chance that Cuba would "win american dollars" which would, obviously, break the trade embargo. Let's not get started on said trade embargo, i don't have that kind of energy right now. The World Baseball federation or corporation or whatever has drafted a new liscense for the team - they won't make any money, even if they win. That's kind of sad. I mean, play for the glory and all that, but it sucks a little bit.

let the overreaction begin

I am going to a retinal specialist tomorrow to get my "window of defect" checked out.

i just thought i'd share the nightmare.

enjoy!

rory update (the baby). i know you were all curious

so i don't know why i'm obsessed with this kid. i mean, yes. he's adorable. but it's not like we have some spiritual bond. i've not even met the kid. nonetheless, i have some more pictures. no bbgun this time, sorry. but there is a pushpop. which is almost as good.

plus he's ADORABLE.

this is sheena's fault

It seems I can't get away from the cycloptic kitten. but this picture is way less scary. and expresses perfectly my sadness at cy's passing. very much in the style of diego rivera. i like it.

thanks sheena.

and also thanks to lindsayism.com for the picture.

sometimes you have to slap those mean people around a little

So I've been told I have to post something to get the picture of the cycloptic cat out of Sheena's nightmares. Here goes:

I was at the grocery store last night (the local C-TownTownTown), getting the things i'd forgotten to get in the freshdirect order, and i got in line behind this woman. she was the only person at the register and, at the time, i couldn't figure out why there wasn't a line behind her (because the rest of the registers had super long lines). I got clued in pretty quick, though, when i saw that with one hand she was drinking an Ozzie soda, and with the other hand she was slowly and delicately placing items from her cart onto the rolly moving counter thing. more often than not, she'd ask the poor girl at the register to do a price check, and then ponder whether or not she wanted to buy the bottle of allspice.

After a few minutes of this the Chinese man behind me leaned around me and asked (a little brusquely) "Do you need help?" to which the mean lady replied, "No, I don't need help! I'm ringing up my food! " In response, the Chinese man said (what we were all thinking, obviously), "well hurry up! we're all waiting for you."

now, i know you know how hectic a grocery store can be at 6pm, when everyone's just finally gotten back into brooklyn and all they want to do is buy their huge amount of starchy carb-loaded breads and get the hell home (ok, maybe people other than me don't live on bread and hummus, but come on people, it's going to rot in my fridge). so the people behind me were stewing, and the woman in front of me was mumbling to herself, yelling at the manager who was standing next to her and the poor girl who was at the register about how she was a customer and how dare people talk to her like that and she was getting stuff delivered and blah blah blah.

i took this moment to turn off my music and take off my headphones so that i could more fully participate in whatever riot was about to happen.

So the woman is finishing up with her ringing up. and she leaves a fairly full cart blocking the way through the aisle. so i ask her, "are you finished with the cart?" and she looks at me like i'm the shit on her shoe and says, "yes", so i start to move it out of the way. at which point she yells WAIT! and reaches in and grabs a clove of garlic. and then she says, ok. like i was trying to steal her garlic.

finally she's rung up and the girl at the register gives her the delivery form to fill out. while she's writing down her address she turns to the Chinese man behind me and says, "You know, you should just go back where you came from. I was born here." ARE YOU SERIOUS??? PEOPLE ACTUALLY SAY THAT??

I let that sink into my brain for a few seconds, weighing the amazingly horrific with the fear of confrontation, until i just couldn't take it any more. i told her that was incredibly uncalled for. (and immediately got super nervous, started sweating copiously, and all of the blood drained from my face). she replied, "i'm sorry, but that's what the world is coming to these days." and, as i was on a roll, i told her that was ridiculous, that she had taken her damn time and she just needed to fill out the delivery form so we could all get out of the store and go home.

I felt pretty ok after that. and she proceeded to enter her pin in the keypad (hiding it from me because i was obviously going to see what her code was and steal her money), and left. the whole time yelling about how she was being treated, and being told by the girl at the register and the manager to get the hell out of the store.

it was pretty awesome.

i mean, i'm not a brave person, but sometimes it feels really good to stand up to crazy brooklyn women who think they own steve's c-town. which they don't.

fin.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWW

man i wish this cat had lived more than one day. another gem from my.yahoo.com!
Cy, short for Cyclopes, a kitten born with only one eye and no nose, is shown in this photo provided by its owner in Redmond, Oregon, on Wednesday, Dec. 28, 2005. The kitten, a ragdoll breed, which died after living for one day, was one of two in the litter. Its sibling was born normal and healthy. (AP Photo/Traci Allen)

Gus Battles the Pink Monsters

So I got an ugly doll for Hannukah (thank you, andy). When I showed it to Sheena, and put it back on my bed, Gus freaked out and started stalking it. Luckily I had the presence of mind to catch it all on film. Let me reiterate - Gus was in the kitchen. He saw the doll from about twenty feet away and his tail puffed up and he got that beady look in his eye. At first I thought he was going to attack me, but then I realized his target was on the bed.
this is the ugly pink monster. Gus does not like it. He's ready to pounce.

After he'd totally freaked out and ran away, I thought that we'd be able to use the doll as an anti-cat device for the couch. So I left the doll on the couch (along with a note to Rory as to why there was a doll on his bed - Rory is allergic to cats and is staying on our couch - hence the need for an anti-cat device), but when he got home he found all three cats curled around the ugly doll. apparently they'd made friends. or at least figured out that it wasn't alive. sad. it would have been awesome.

...this is your fridge on drugs.

israeli drugs, of course.

delivered by my supplier, Sharon (it's a guy. he's israeli. are you noticing a trend?).

so i've discovered that my cousin richie is a mobster. a hummus mobster. he works for sabra and has finally made good on his threat to give me tons and tons of hummus. and also babaganoush.

if you're very nice, i might give you some, as we need room in the fridge for food.

in the meantime, we might smell strongly of garlic and tahini.

so NOW what am i supposed to do?

rob didn't go to the cuddle party because it was raining. so, sadly, i have no gross stories. sorry.

i DID see an awesome japanese movie called Battle Royale. This movie is about a 9th grade class that misbehaves so much they are sent to a deserted island and forced to kill each other over the course of three days. it was pretty effing awesome. this is one of the kids from the movie.

very creepy. also we'd had some absinthe so it was a little creepier.



I also watched The Warriors, which kicked ass, and realized something whilst watching the special features - Gil's dad was in The Warriors. Gil's dad is named Michael Beck and apparently has been living a double life. Below are two pictures of Gil's dad. i'm sure you'll see the similarities.

This is Gil's dad masquerading as Michael Beck.

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This is Gil's dad masquerading as Gil's dad. ---------------->





QED. they are the same person. creepy, huh? just add some glasses to the one on the left and, voila!

that's all i got.