[on my mind] i don't like it when somebody is feeling bad and there's nothing i can really do :(((( [/off my mind]. nevermind, carry on

Just came back from jogging and am wondering (I think I mentioned this before) why people feel the need to insult you while you are jogging past. Today it was three people. Maybe they feel bad because they don't do anything remotely resembling sport and therefore have to reduce this cognitive dissonance (psychobabble, yea!) by bringing you down to their level. Or something like that. Maybe they're just idiots. Next time I'll go and try out that roundhouse kick that's so popular in Tae Bo while yelling: "Who's yo momma?"

Linky Dinky of the day: Won't the real Hussein please stand up...

Looks like we're back in the dishwashing business!

:: does the dance of dishwashingey goodness ::

Dishwasher Saga, the Umpteenth

Called maintenance today and they said to clean out the rotor thingamajig that spouts out the water. And let me tell you one thing. The next person to put anything in the dishwasher containing mushrooms will have to report to me and I will whack them over the head with something soft and squishy. Oogy boogy icky mushrooms...eek. I hope it will be at least worth the effort. It's currently running...let's see how it turns out.

It's so sad when your kitten is sick..she's just sitting there trying to sleep while the Other Cat is trying to play. Her eye is red and she's trying to scratch it looking miserable..Poor little kitty. Going to the doctor tomorrow.

Rob's Amazing Poem Generator produces this:

Blog blogs by now I was too hot, though, many

went for my back where I dropped oven

Then I anyway? insert dirty

joke

of those I always an African elephant.

But of my face anyway.

They ugly, whenever I guess. be

fought with. Disregarding

the Other Cat is living

in M ...

I am dead tired. I worked till 4.30 am, woke up at 7.30 when my roommate's alarmclock rang. And at 7.40. And at 7.50. And at 8.00. And at 8.10. And at 8.20. And at 8.30. God, I hate the guy who invented the snooze button. Just get up when the alarmclock rings or set it later. Or maybe snooze once. But an hour is a little much. But by 8.30 the kitties sat on my face anyway. [insert dirty joke of your choice here, if it pleases you cause I'm not going there]. One kitty is sick and miserable cause her eye itches. Maybe I need to take her to the doctor if that doesn't get better. But right now I need to get some sleep. Maybe I'll go swimming and sleep there for a while. Sunburn, here I come...

Go Ulisch!! YAY!!

Just came back from a celebration: Ulisch now is officially a Volontär at the Bayerische Rundfunk. 12 people have been chosen from 350..among them Ulisch. Good news...we decided this means quality always prevails. But this means I now have 8 hours to compose my presentation for tomorrow. Of course, I could have done it earlier, but I am Procrastination Goddess as you know and put it off until the very last minute. I guess I'll just have to improvise tomorrow somehow as I have no literature to speak of (the book was checked out of the library) and no idea what I should say. Ah, well, Google is my friend, I guess. Better get to it..

Kind of hard to type just now, a cat is collapsed on my lap after too much horseplay. (catplay??) I've been accepted as an honorary (albeit really big) kitten and it was decided I needed to be fought with. Disregarding the fact I have no claws and have a hard time biting back. The Other Cat is eating my laptop cables. And the Bonsai Tree. Poor little bonsai...

Bought a toaster oven today (for my brother's birthday). Thought I could strap it onto my bike. Ah well, the mistakes you make. But then I showed them that humans are far mor intelligent than monkeys and devised an elaborate method where I threaded the strap of my bag through the plastic bag containing the oven. Then slung it on my back and happily rode into the sunset. Figuratively speaking.

But alas, not for long, because of course, my contraption collapsed and hit the spokes of my bike repeatedly causing swerving motions and upset the other people on the street. While I was mentally making amends for the blog entries in which I chastised people with big-ass contraptions on their bikes, I stopped at a red light. Trying to push off when it turned green made me lose my shoe. In the middle of the intersection. I dropped oven and bike and looked back just when a bus drove over it. Luckily, the shoe was not hurt. Only my pride.

When I arrived home I was drenched in sweat. I always always swear I will never never buy heavy stuff when I only have my bike with me. But of course I do it every time. Impulsive shopper and all that.

It's my brother's birthday today! Happy Birthday, Pet. How are things with 21?? (He's 4 years younger than me.)

Finally. Blogger hasn't been working all day...of course, by now I have forgotten everything I wanted to say. Let me think.

First of all, I must say that one thing worse than sociology students who don't speak German is male sociology students. I don't know why but they all seem to be rather..how to phrase it delicately..stupid as hell. Hence, they take ages to fill out the questionnaire. I could look at them while they're doing it but looks are not their strong side either. They usually are pasty white (alcohol abuse??), wear some kind of glasses and look like they could be pushed over with a feather. Thick sweater of course is always an option. As today was too hot, though, many went for the tie-dye option. These people are walking clichés!!

Second, the kittens are warming up. When I came home from University today, expecting dejected sad little kittens left all by themselves I instead found two kittens trying to eat my palm tree (if looking a bit ashamed when caught in the act). They also like to get up at 6 a.m. We need to get them into the spirit of this here apartment.

And last: another bike rant. What is it with those bikes that have big-ass handlebars?? Do you know these? They look sort of like the bike has ears like an African elephant. But not only are they ugly, whenever I need a space to park my bike I can be sure that one of those monstrosities is sitting there preventing me from inserting my bike into the bicycle stand. Because, when God thought of bicycle stands and made man design them, he sure did not think bike handlebars would be wider than their riders' asses. What are they good for, anyway?? They look like a steering wheel, but is it comfortable to hold handlebars like that?? Next time, I'll bring a little saw and if I have to lift my bike one more time over handlebars like those, I am going to saw it into the correct shape for handlebars. *sigh* Of course, I'll lift my bike over and grind my teeth, but wouldn't it be nice?

ARRR! Pirate Jokes! Question: Why does everyone assume pirates say ARRR? Why should they? Who had that stupid idea?

Picture Time!

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty...

What's Your Pirate Name?

As the cats resist my attempts to cuddle with them (Yet!!! I'll keep trying until they relent!!!) and I really really need to do my taxes (due yesterday) and clean up my room and enter my experiment questionnaires into Excel / SPSS I think I'll go now and try to read Infinite Jest.