So, I was in line at the post office today when some woman came up to me and started speaking Russian. She looked startled when I apologized that I didn't speak the language.

Ahhh, it's good to be home.

Scene: me, sitting on the bus stop, enjoying an unseasonably warm day.

Car pulls up. Guy rolls down the window.

"Do you speak Russian?"


...well, at least that fulfills the universal requirement that a stranger must ask me that at least once a month.

So, I'm walking to work this morning, and a car pulls over next to me carrying two women fumbling with a map. My first thought is that they were lost and needed directions, and I was right. However, the first thing out of their mouths?

"Are you Russian?"

Aha. Well, good to know the monthly asking has been taken care of.

Anyway, had a lovely date with Sky last night wherein we saw Stardust. It was as if someone said to Neil + screenwriters, "Go ahead and write a completely different movie, but retain all of the characters' names and most of their essences." Not a bad movie by any stretch, just a very different movie from the book. Claire Danes was good, if not radiantly beautiful as I envision Yvaine to be, Charlie Cox was very charming as Tristran (and the longish hair at the end? Rawr). De Niro was funny, Pfeiffer was gorgeous, the jokes were funny, and it was overall a positive experience for a fluffy fairy tale. I'll be interested to read the commentary tracks on what changes were made and why.

I also got my 25 yard tribal skirt from Tribe Nawaar and it's big enough to be used as a tent. Absolutely gorgeous, and I can't wait to spin in it. Plus my L Rose stuff shipped today. Now I'm just waiting on my bra and belt-- crossing my fingers that it will be here by RenFest.

Aside from that, I'm hunkering down for what will surely be a very trying day. Energy just seems off at work this week, and the tension is setting me on edge.

I was asked once again by a perfect stranger if I were Russian this week. This time by a bona-fide Russian herself. A beautiful Russian stripper in kick-ass stiletto boots named Anastasia, to be exact.

I really should start keeping a tally at this point. I'm somewhere between 10 - 15 times by now. Apparently, I just look Russian to people. So... random.

I did get asked by another perfect stranger if I were Russian. This makes... um, something like six times. I've been asked at dances, on busses, walking down the street, by modeling scouts.

I don't get it. Really, I don't. I don't look Russian, and I have nothing remotely resembling a Russian accent.

When I asked for clarification, the guy said it was because, and I quote, "[I] look like a spy."

Uh huh.