No, but, really?

Tripp?

I guess the habit of naming children bizarrely is genetic. Uncle Trig and Nephew Tripp. How... adorable.

Sigh...

Protest leader Chamlong Srimuang and airport officials warmly shook hands and Chamlong bowed toward a Buddhist shrine featuring a portrait of the country's revered constitutional monarch, King Bhumibol Adulyadej.

The two sides embraced and shouted, "Long Live the King."

Only in Thailand...

Dixie!

So three weeks ago, we got a cat for my birthday (I've been trying to post video of her, but it's taking too long to upload... Soon!). She went sans name for a couple of weeks. The past few days, we were playing with the idea of naming her Dixie, which I came to after going through the beers I've drank in my life and travels (seriously). While I'd love to call her Beerlaos, it doesn't sound all that nice, but Dixie, a beer from New Orleans, where Karel lived for a while, does.

Meanwhile, the cat, while she purrs incessantly, just does not meow. I've heard her meow once the whole time we've had her. So imagine our surprise when, today, she issued a meow and tried to climb up my leg to check out what I was drinking. Which happened to be a Dixie beer.

The cat apparently agrees with her new name, so it is now official: new kitty is now Dixie kitty.