These pictures were discovered by Signorina Wacca; either she meant to stir up trouble by linking to them, or else she is so innocent that she didn't realise the effect they would have on certain people. I can't make up my mind on this point ( Read more... )

I was planning to write a long, detailed post about Italy's great victory over France in the final match of the World Cup, but I'm afraid that would seem as though I were boasting and rubbing France's face in the dirt.  And while that might be exactly what I'd like to do  And of course that would be a complete betrayal of my personal nobility and ( Read more... )

Still savouring Italy's triumph.  Will post later.

Jacques?  Dominique?  Nicolas?  So sorry (not).

Big Kiss --

Silvio

P.S.  Angie?  How do you like the view from third place?

The elevator doors open and he walks down the corridor toward his room.  He’s tired, but can’t think why; he’s done nothing but spend the afternoon on a bench talking to that woman (Ekaterina, the psychiatrist, Vlad’s psychiatrist) about … he doesn’t quite remember; it was supposed to be about Vlad, but he thinks it ended up being about other ( Read more... )

A few hours later and Dominique wakes up (he didn't know he was asleep) and doesn't want to eat. Calls for someone to clear up the broken vase and flowers, glares at them over a file as they work, accepts their silent and meek departure as apology enough for his inconvenience. Sits with the same file, reading, reading, finally stuck on the same ( Read more... )

May 4-5, 2006 ( Read more... )

You may think it's strange that I haven't yet started a journal, and some may think it ironic that I am starting one now, but things have just got going, so I see no irony there! I'm not giving up... things are just getting good.

ETA: Just made a tiny spelling correction - K