OK. For some reason, the name of this blog, scary azeri, really winds some azeris up.
I can only assume that they feel insulted that those two words are being used in the same sentence. Somehow, in their little defected minds, it insults not only the whole nation, but also them personally and possibly, their mothers, too when I use the words Scary and Azeri so close to each other.
So let me explain. This is my blog. I called myself a Scary Azeri. Not you. Not your mother. Not your great grandmother. Not your president, or his wife. Not any other azeris, not even some really scary ones.
I called the blog scary azeri because it rhymes. Why not? What would you prefer, I am just curious, that I called it? A Hairy Azeri was not bad, either, but I have a personal problem with that.
But seriously, I am curious if those guys would prefer that I named the blog something like a Beautiful Azeri. Or a Sophisticated Azeri. If I did that, would that make them happy? Because, according to their logic, whatever I dare to call my own blog reflects badly on the whole glorious nation. So I must not call it something disrespectful. I must change it to something that would make more idiots want to attend Eurovision 2012, even after the 9mln boxing medal bribe fiasco with the Olympic Committee. See what happens if you are not generous enough? Should have offered 9,5!! And, since all self-glorifying nations love long and pompous names, I should probably rename the blog to something like
A beautiful, sophisticated, not at all corrupt but very democratic, accepting and tolerant Azeri.
Now, that’s better.
Now, that’s better.
Anyway, on a separate topic, but still within the scary theme ... this lovely sunny morning, when I got up at 7am to breastfeed in the living room, I saw a proof that ghosts exist.
It is really disturbing. Look, in this one photo it looks like he is trying to tell me something about this poor girl.
She has no idea this semi-transparent perv is lurking right next to her. How spooky??? And in this other shot, he is trying to get out of the TV!
I showed the photos to Husband. Just to shake his atheist beliefs a little. Maybe get him to question things a bit more, you know?
‘Looks like a sign language guy to me’, Husband said dismissively. Why does he always have to do that?!