Hello Bobby Dobby (PM)

On Saturday night I went to J, LB and Baby's place to play with Bobby Dobby and hear J talk in a Russian accent and I have to say it was a very enjoyable Saturday night.

And while Bobby Dobby is extremely cute, the accent was the highlight for me. J does one of the best Russian accents I've ever heard. And believe me, I've heard them all. When I worked at the library, every second punter was Russian and therefore I got maximum exposure to both the Russian accent and chumps trying to imitate it. J's version is Rolls Royce class.

Check out this email exchange we had yesterday, in which I compliment J on her Russian accent.

J: How was the rest of your weekend? Mine was fine thanks. Bobby Dobby is so cute.

Should I buy these pants? 

K: The rest of my weekend was very nice thank you...(blah blah blah..I talk about what I did on Sunday, you're not missing anything...)

I should have vacuumed but I couldn't be bothered. Maybe tonight I will vacuum. (I didn't)

 

Those pants have got J written all over them mate. Totally buy them. They look like stylish Bella Swan Maternity Pants.

 

I saw those pictures of Bobby Dobby you posted. Cute! It also made me think about you saying "Hello Bobby Dobby" in a Russian accent and that made me laugh a lot. I'm laughing as I write this.

And I'm laughing as I write this.

Hello Bobby Dobby (AM)

Two months ago on the outskirts of Melbourne a litter of Irish Setter puppies was born, and all the way up in Far North Queensland LB's mother heard them calling to her. So, of course, she arranged to buy one. I am not going to complain about it because for the last 3 days this adorable puppy has been staying with us.

I'm not going to complain about the shit and piss he keeps doing in the house either, or the crying he does in the middle of the night, because he is really cute. And he is leaving in 36 hours, at which time the shit and piss levels in the house should return to normal. And did I mention he is really cute? Because, he really is.

Although his name will change, we call him Bobby Dobby. Baby named him that after he went to one music class where there was a toy monkey named Bobby Dobby. It surprised me that Bobby Dobby made much of an impression on him, but perhaps he responded for the same reason I did, because the teacher is Russian. Now imagine a Russian woman saying "Hello, Bobby Dobby." Now do it again with a better Russian accent. Great isn't it?

Yeah, you bet I am loving looking after a dog that is this cute:

And that gives me an excuse to talk in a Russian accent all the time. As if I needed one.

Strangers in the park

I KNOW, RIGHT?! All those strangers in our photos and likely us in strangers photos! It is kind of disconcerting.

This one time I was looking at some friends' photos on Facebook. Just an album of stuff they had done recently and as I was looking at a photo of them out to dinner I saw a girl I knew, unconnected to these friends, in the background! It was actually a little bit of a mind-bender.

Now sure, these friends were having dinner at Cumulus Inc and the girl in the background worked there, so it is not so crazy. And yet, that this photo should have been taken at just the time when she was walking past... That I should look at these photos! It really was all pretty weird.

Sometimes I think about how I am in the video of some complete stranger's baby. Yes. Once at a shrine in Tokyo these Japanese people were videoing there very little baby and, even though we were in a pretty touristy area, these people brought there baby up to me and were getting me to shake the baby's hand. And taping the whole thing! Baby's first gaijin meeting. So weird.

Today, I actually took a photo of some strangers on purpose. I did it for you guys! I was at this park and these people were just making out on this bridge the WHOLE TIME! With the exception of a few minutes where they were photographing a kookaburra then picked up my baby's lost shoe.


Based on an aural glimpse, the fact that we were in Caulfield, and the fact that this woman is wearing a bright pink puffer, I think they were Russian. I'm just saying.