Tonight, husband is watching Domino with Kiera Knigtley. There are a few actresses I hate with passion, and Kiera Knitley is probably No2.
No1 is Helena Bonham Carter. She looks like she could do with a good wash.
I received this email today from a good family friend of ours:
“Boys are allowed to watch Steven Seagal, but not for the reasons you would suspect. It has to do with the fact that he is getting old and has to cover his beer belly with long leather jackets and bowling shirts. It makes all realize that sooner or later we all go to shit.
I do not know if your Azeri upbringing ever included Julia Childs the mother of TV cooking shows. She was larger than life slightly uncoordinated liked to sip her Martini’s and sample wine while cooking but truly a joy to watch. This movie is about Julie a young woman in New York who decides to in 1 year cook every recipe in Julia’s famous cook book “Mastering the Art of French Cooking” and write a blog while doing it.
I actually read your blog some days and find it incredibly funny, just cannot bring myself to respond back on it (crap, would Steven Segal comment on a blog, I think not he would have bad guys to murder while hiding his beer belly).
Anyway the movie was absolutely wonderful and watching her blog develop made me think of you. Keep it up your writing is outstanding and your drawings are wonderful.
From your biggest closet blog reader. “
It made my day.
To be honest, not many of my real life friends or even my husband bother to read what I write here. And I don’t expect them to.
So I feel grateful when someone I consider cool tells me he occasionally reads and enjoys it. He is a grown up, you know. He is clever, successful and funny. I feel flattered and slightly embarrassed at the same time.
And who cares that another good old friend told me I needed an editor for my writing. She asked: “Who told you it was good?” and then, to apologize, emphasized that "the sketching was actually quite nice".
You can never please everybody, can you? Neither do you have to.
Another old friend of mine was once told by her brother that even if she suddenly decided to design and make some hand-crafted exotic wood coffins - there would be people in this world who were looking for that very thing.
So what I wanted to say is… you know, cheers, guys. Yes, you guys. The ones who comment often, and the ones who never say anything at all, because they are too cool, like Steven Seagal. The ones who come back (either openly or secretly: who cares?)
The ones who are supposed to hate me just because I come from Azerbaijan and their country is at war with it, but yet, they have been the most supporting bunch-ever.
The ones who had never before even heard of Azerbaijan, but just enjoy the read anyway.
The fellow Azeries, who laugh with me at the familiar, sometimes forgotten scenes from our past that we all share forever.
I just wanted to say “thank you”, whilst trying not to sound like Hally Berry at the Oscars here. Not just because she was pretty pathetic, but also because let’s face it…I am not Hally Berry and never will be.
Oh, and Hally Berry is my No 3.