Random Thoughts of Debatable Value

New Rule: When you come home in the morning ready for breakfast and your roommate is frying calamares, you suddenly start contemplating living alone.

I somehow wish the cats wouldn't tear the wallpaper off the walls.

I hope that I die before I get old. (didn't work for the Stones now, did it)

Instead of the party I am now going to see a football game: Can you say Schaaaaaalke? (quote from this film which is really funny, btw.)
They announced they would turn on sprinklers so we won't die of heat stroke on the bleachers. Let's keep our fingers crossed because I was outside and the tar started to melt. Which made the conditions ideal for jogging for two hours, I might add.

Oh, and by the way, I just signed up for it.

And yesterday we listened to my old EAV-Tape. The evil is always and everywhere. The lyrics of the old songs are just great - I don't know any of their new stuff (in between it was kind of lame).

Oh, and Sven: Still haven't read Infinite Jest. It's lying around, mocking me. I promise to read it after September 24. Which is the latest date I can turn in my paper.

Saw a lady today of about 45-50 years. She was wearing camouflage pants, camouflage high heels and a fishnet shirt over a tan tee. And at first I thought: "Well, she shouldn't be wearing that. At her age!" but then I thought, why not? If she feels like it..I can't imagine wearing Old Lady Clothes. Then again, I was in a lenient mood.

And again I think something is wrong with my hearing. I was at the beer garden with these people, and one of them was rather deaf. Whenever I said something, he said: "Eh?? Whazzat? Speak up!" Then his phone rang and he started having a conversation. Afterwards he handed the phone to me. Now the band was playing and the background noise was so loud that I did not understand anything at all...how he managed to converse with the caller I have no idea. Maybe I can't hear bass. Or high tones. Or something.

Anyway, my conversation was about Saturday. I had been invited to a party, but apparently it's been cancelled. Don't quite know why (that was the part I missed) - it might have been because of insects. So I'm free as a bird Saturday. All day to work on my paper. *does the dance of papery goodness* <-- Buffy quote mixed with Angel quote, for the connoisseur only

[Sendung mit der Maus]
That was sarcasm.
[/sendung mit der Maus]

Had to laugh today when meeting the Strange Riddle People. Why did we meet? Tomorrow's the second installment of the riddle. When I had to admit I hadn't yet bought tomorrow's paper, they looked at me with deep suspicion. One of them lent me his second paper ("I'll need it back afterwards!") Then one of them invited me to come to this pub on Saturday. "Because that's where Germany's Riddle Scene meets." Holy Shit! There's a Riddle Scene? If they're half as scary as those people I know, that pub's not a good place to be on Saturday.

He then proceeded with namedropping. Riddle people like to mention in passing that they know the "MASTER OF RIDDLES" who devises all the SZ newspaper's riddles. "Well, you know, when I was there Saturday, HE came over and chatted with us." or "When I was talking to HIM on the phone..." or even better "When I was talking to this person who knows somebody who claims to have talked to HIM on the phone..." I don't quite know what to answer then. "Uh huh." usually. Then they look at me suspiciously again. One day they'll discover that I didn't send in last year's solution and then I am in deep shit.

I also had to chuckle (inwardly) when the Riddle guy proceeded to explain to me who whatshisname was :))) Did you know that whatshisname regularly talks to the MASTER OF RIDDLES on the phone??? Gasp! There is no denying it: I basically am a Riddle Scene Starfucker.

Tropic of Cancer

It's frigging hot. In addition, it was a rather awful day. I don't really want to say why, I'll tell you more on Tuesday. Was rather emotional and when I read sad news on a blog - I'm not telling you either, it's none of my business - I was upset and had to cry.

I think this year isn't really a good year after all. In fact, I can't remember when a year has ever been so awful and I'm dubbing this (in honour of HRM the Queen) the Annus Horribilis.

Strange Urges

Just now, I really would like to smoke a cigarette. No reason, really. Strange. Sometimes I just feel like it. Most people tell you that you need to skip situations where you used to smoke i.e. stop drinking coffee or don't go out. I never had that problem. At the beginning I got urges when I was stressed out, but then that faded. Meanwhile it's just now and then that I have the feeling I'd like to smoke.

The cats - apparently in the throes of a similar urge - are tearing wallpaper off the wall.

Summer Pain

Did I mention I don't have a single pair of summer shoes that doesn't instantly cripple my feet and generates huge blisters? No, I did not. Well, I do. Don't, that is. Why is that? Does anybody have fitting summer shoes? Other women don't seem to limp around cursing their shoes the whole day. Maybe they're just good at pretending.

Footie bit (I like the word "footie")

Arsenal fans are strange people. Look at the name of their website. I've always liked Arsenal, I don't really know why. Might have to do with the fact I like Fever Pitch, the book as well as the film (though I wonder why Colin Firth doesn't get top billing). I'm just not really a ManU type of person (though I do receive the odd e-mail from Sir Alex Ferguson, I must admit.)

Bacall and Bogart it ain't

Neil Gaiman had this link to the Rotten Tomatoes website on his blog today. It's a review of Gigli, the new Affleck / Lopez venture. Do I hear retching sounds? If Affleck / Lopez stimulates your gag reflex, you might want to look at the reviews - they're hilarious. Maybe one should even go see the movie. With lots of alcohol and in the right mind it could be quite a lot of fun, I guess. Or as quoth JLo: "Turkey time, gobble, gobble..."

Did I mention that my cat threw up yesterday evening? No, I did not. She looked really miserable, too. So I was worried all day she was really sick and I wasn't there to take her to the vet.

When I came home she tried to eat my dinner, overturned a vase, wrestled with the Other Cat and now is doing high jumps to catch a moth. Sigh.

Feeling rather downcast today. No apparent reason. My mood didn't improve a wink during the day either.

And now? I just returned home from work. I don't think any of my colleagues has left the office before 8 pm lately. I really wonder whether that is how I want to spend the rest of my life...go to work at 8, come home at 10, eat, go to bed. Rinse and repeat.

And now I have to work on the data for my final paper. Data. I hate data. If only the damn paper was gone. I managed to suppress thinking about it over the weekend but I feel its weight again now. The huge grey cloud. The apocalypse. It needs to be finished next week. But it won't be.

The Pursuit of Meat continues: I have a protein overdose because I went barbecuing and packed meat from the fridge into my backpack while hungry. I ate so much meat gout will set in any moment now, I wager.

Other than that, I was driving through the city and was wondering about the traffic lights. If you obey the speed limit you will have to stop at each and every one of them. But if you drive faster - or slower - you'll make at least some of them. I don't understand this. Isn't it the goal of traffic planning to make traffic go smoothly? To make it leave so it doesn't stand around at lights polluting the environment? I think I read somewhere that the traffic lights have those phases on purpose, so that traffic doesn't flow and people are so frustrated they take public transportation. Strange kind of logic if you ask me.

Also, when I stood at a light and waited for it to turn green I noticed the car in front of me. It was a Golf Cabrio - prussia blue - with a family in it. Now that's not unusual in itself. However, this car had a sport exhaust. And I thought to myself: "Here you are. You're around 40, start losing your hair and you think: Let's put a sport exhaust on my car, yeah. But it's a prussia blue Golf Cabrio with 2,5 kids in it and your blonde permed wife. Whatever you want to express with that exhaust, IT'S NOT WORKING!"

Then again, I have an old red Mazda and whatever I'd want to express, it's not working either.

Lost day today.. just hung around goooooooogling and watching my football team lose. The flat looks like a horde of mad elephants stampeded through (amazing what a mess two little kitties can make - well, two kitties and me and my flatmate).