From Russia, with Meta-puns

I'm a little behind on my New Yorkers, just like I'm a little behind on blogging, and on my RSS feeds, and on the books I'm reading, and on pretty much everything except World of Warcraft, in which I'm progressing quite nicely through the Burning Crusade, thank you very much. I did get to some of last week's issue before this week's came, and thought the piece on Putin's Russia was well worth reading.

I had a general idea that things were corrupt in Russia, and Colbert's cries for Putin '08 were appropriately biting, but the article gave a seemingly thorough account of just how bad things are there.

The parents of one of Sheryl's friend are planning a trip to Moscow for some unknown reason. (Maybe they're assassins?) The father was nervous about his daughter moving to NYC because of a bad experience he had in the city in the '70s, when he said someone chased him down the street holding a board with a nail in it. I can just imagine what they'll have to say about Russia.

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  1. RichJanuary 31, 2007

    "The father was nervous about his daughter moving to NYC because of a bad experience he had in the city in the '70s, when he said someone chased him down the street holding a board with a nail in it."

    Did he write that "Curb Your Enthusiasm" episode? That's awesome.

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 01, 2007

    Honestly, my dad tends to exaggerate. But then again, NY was a different place back then.

    As for Russia, I just like to hope that their tour group will keep them out of bad places, if nothing else then to avoid lawsuits from litigious Americans.
    For now, I told them, "Please stay out of Chechnya."

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