we've been living in this apartment for two months now, and while we've observed most of our new neighbours (my slavic Windowsill Watcher Grandmother gene already activated), I don't think they had the chance to see us often enough to recognise us yet.
I do know, however, from my observations, that the tiny funny dog upstairs is called Gucio. I've passed him once or twice during his walk and heard his owners use the name - and, while both the dog and his owners are oblivious to our existence, Gucio became an apt topic of discussion in our house. you know, we hear barking, ha, that's Gucio, he must be home alone again! or there's a stick left by the building door, that must have been brought by Gucio and he was forced to abandon it before entering! a household name, really.
yesterday as I was leaving to go to the store, walking down the narrow staircase, there he is! tiny funny looking dog, slightly startled by me suddenly appearing on the floor he just reached on his tiny funny looking legs.
"good morning Gucio!" I say joyfully, the most natural thing in the world.
well. remember that Gucio doesn't really know me. so he looks at me in the most flabbergasted way a dog can look at a person. he is positively aghast. agog! not sure how aware dogs are of their own names but he seemed genuinely puzzled at the apparent stretch of social convention.
and as I try to contain my laughter, I see his owner standing on the stairs below. the woman is sort of awkwardly frozen, speechless, and she looks at me.
"you... know each other?" she asks.
is that not the funniest way to phrase it. is this not the funniest question she could have asked. ma'am do you know my dog? you went to school together perhaps? you've met? do tell, are you old friends? maybe you worked together? you know each other, my dog and you? this dog? you know him? he knows you? he never mentioned you I'm afraid
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In the Jedi Council Chamber:
Mace: So, Skywalker, how is the training of your children coming along? Would you wish for someone from the Temple to visit them?
Anakin: No need, Master Windu, they are doing brilliantly, and with the guidance Master Kenobi has been able to provide as well, I might say that- hold on, Padmé is calling. Hello, Angel, I'm in the middle of telling the Council how the twins are doing with their training
Padmé: Oh, you might find this interesting, then
Anakin: What is it?
Padmé: Your kids got busted at school for gambling
Anakin:
Mace:
Obi-Wan:
Plo: Are they playing dice?
Padmé: Oh, I didn't realise you were on speaker, I- *cut off by hysterical laughter in the background that sounds awfully lot like all the Clone Commander's at the same time* - I mean, yes, they've been playing 'left, right and center' as their teacher said-
Wolffe, from the background: For money, for money!
Padmé: - during lunch and they got busted. Leia's been playing while Luke's been making sure they always win by using the Force on the dice-
Kit and Depa, beginning to lose it:
Anakin, standing there, looking very nervous all of a sudden: Uh, are they in trouble?
Agen and Stass, also starting to lose it:
Mace:
Padmé: I mean, they were caught gambling at the High Society Private School. Are they in trouble?
Anakin, looks at Obi-Wan:
Obi-Wan, stares back:
Mace:
Yoda:
Anakin:
Obi-Wan, shakes his head:
Anakin: Uh-
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So I HAD to buy this yesterday.
Here are a couple of my favorites:
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A good stretch in Dagobah. Yoda doing yoga.
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