Don't Judge A Milk By Its Carton

I'm not a huge milk-drinker. A couple of times every year I have a sudden craving for it, but otherwise it exists in my fridge for cereal. Then I came to Russia. And that was reinforced. There are approximately a zillion different brands, and you never know which one will be in stock and/or not expired. Someone introduced me to one brand in particular that smells (or rather lacks smell) like American milk. It's a miracle. But there's one brand called "Luxury" with a watermark of a violin on it... I had to. It was convincing marketing.

I made my tea and poured the milk in it as usual, but this time it was "LUXURY". Suddenly there were little white curds floating on the top of it. Hmmm. Suspiciously unluxurious. You milk connoisseurs could probably give me a very simple explanation, but this is just outside my realm of expertise. I poured some into a clear glass and nothing fishy came out. Then suddenly the curds began to form again. I'm sorry. Smell test? Fine. Although I'm not a very good judge since I don't think milk smells very good. Expiration date: Today. Taste test? Alright. Although I'm not a very good judge since I don't think milk tastes very good. So of course I made someone else try it. The decision was that I most likely wouldn't have intestinal repercussions. I put some cereal in the glassful I had poured and scooped the chunks off the top of my tea. The next day I went out and bought the milk with the fat, mustached man on it.

I'm not sayin'; I'm just sayin'.

Content Advisory: Suitable for Children of the 90s

Not too long ago I was youtubing movie clips and came across this... Oh my. There are just so many things to say about this that words fail me. Let's start with the bopping. And hand gestures. The nose touch. And, last but not least, the pants. I will say nothing of the singing itself.


This discovery came at a rather appropriate time in my life. Around the same time I went shopping to discover much denim and many jumpsuits. Many. At first I thought "How very retro." Then I realized that I'm not sure they ever went out of style here in the first place so I guess that wouldn't qualify as retro. I also spotted a Catdog stuffed animal in the back window of someone's car. And then there was the "guess this 90s TV theme song" game that I played with some friends. So let's dwell on that. Not only did the 90s and early millennium leave me with stains of faded denim, writing on the tushy of pants, boy bands, and zig zag hair parts, but I was also enriched with Boy Meets World, Ask Jeeves, midnight releases of the Harry Potter books and gel pens. Come on. We had it pretty good.

I'm not sayin'; I'm just sayin'.

Sunshine... or Angst...

Play and read.

Gosh this song gets stuck in my head so easily-pretty much any time I think "It is a beautiful day out." And that happens quite often actually. Sun. Rain. Sigh. It catchy, Michael. Well done. Or well done whoever wrote the song. Does he write his own stuff? I could look it up, but I don't feel like it. I just like asking. When I first heard this song I had it stuck in my head for DAYS. I can't help it. Then I moved on to other songs and whatnot. But lately it's worked its way back into the forefront. And rightfully so. Have you seen Moscow's weather lately? Ok. Probably not. Sad. You're just going to have to take my word for it. Unfortunately, walking down the streets of Moscow singing is not exactly culturally acceptable. But sometimes I risk it when I'm with a group. I'm a social rebel, what can I say. And then as I sing I remember this is actually an angsty breakup song. Well well well. A little out of the ordinary. I'm still not quite sure how to take it. It sounds like "Haven't Met you Yet", but then he tricks you when it's actually the total opposite message. Sneaky. I think I kinda like it though. And it's still a catchy song.

I hope it's stuck in your head now.

I'm not sayin'; I'm just sayin'.