I'm on a mullet hunt.

There's this pack of Russians who work in the same building that I do. They smoke in the same spot that I do. I don't know what flavor of Russian. I don't know who they work for. But have you ever noticed that whatever someone says in Russian sounds a lot more serious than whatever can be said in Southern English?

We stand around, puffing away, saying scintillating stuff like:

"Ooooh, girl, is it ever going to warm up?"

"Eye don know. It shore don feel lak it."

"Eye wished I'd worn my jacket today."

Of course I can't understand a word the Russians are saying, but it sounds like they're discussing really important stuff like physics, the world economy, and brain surgery. They're probably bitching about having to smoke outside. They can't possibly get any work done because they're always hanging around outside smoking.

In the spring they line up (about 10 of them) on the long concrete bench, close together, like a big pack of surly smoking Russian pigeons.

One of them, a female, has an astounding mullet. It's like a poodle mullet. Her hair is black but dyed a cherry red, and the hair sticks straight out from her forehead in a big partial sphere and then gets longer in back.

I don't usually go in for extreme sports like mullet hunting, but I can't resist this one. I'm carrying a digital camera around with me in my coat pocket on my smoke breaks. I've seen several of the other Russians out there today, but not the elusive Russian Poodle Mullet Chick.

If this chick realizes I'm fucking with her when I take her picture (I'm going to try to do it covertly with zoom in hi-res), I could be in for it. I could disappear in some Atlanta version of Gorky Park. Margaret Mitchell Park or something. Please, dear God, just don't let it be The World of Coke.

So, just in case, I wanted to say that I love my family. I've had a full and happy life. I have no big regrets. To anyone who ever gave me anything, um, thanks for the thing; I like it.

We'll just hope it doesn't come to that.

And speaking of death and pigeons (kinda), you've got to look at Marn's entry for today. Just amazing. I need a Mountie moose at my birdfeeder. Not that Mortimer is seeming too effective in that last shot. Just go see for yourself.

Finally, much thanks to Waterbelle, who was the only person to give me a pronunciation for "sidhe." She suggests "shee," which makes a lot of sense when you consider Sinead "Shin-aid" O'Connor. I also feel honored that Waterbelle was reading me. I've seen her link on more cool pages than I can count.

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