Friday, July 09, 2004
Are you evil? Are ya?
I usually don't like to post links to those quizzes, but this one looked like fun AND I'm Agent Smith which is kind of cool:
N'other couple of fun links
Look at what math can do. Pretty pictures inside!
Are you bored? Why not look at ah..somebody's or others list of Wonders of the World. I doubt that the Las Vegas Strip is on the official list. Or is it? Correct me if I'm wrong.
Other than that, I'm basically the only person working at my company now and thus rather busy. Did meet up with my ex boyfriend yesterday and am meeting T. and M. today who are leaving the country, apparently. (I'll be asking you tonight about that, Mr M., I didn't get the whole story yesterday :)
And I am looking at a little Mazda MX-5 tomorrow morning. Seems like a good bargain. Keep your fingers crossed - the owner said there had been only one guy to look at it so far and he said he'd think about it. Roommate, by the way, has bought a little blue Mini with white stripes.
I usually don't like to post links to those quizzes, but this one looked like fun AND I'm Agent Smith which is kind of cool:
N'other couple of fun links
Look at what math can do. Pretty pictures inside!
Are you bored? Why not look at ah..somebody's or others list of Wonders of the World. I doubt that the Las Vegas Strip is on the official list. Or is it? Correct me if I'm wrong.
Other than that, I'm basically the only person working at my company now and thus rather busy. Did meet up with my ex boyfriend yesterday and am meeting T. and M. today who are leaving the country, apparently. (I'll be asking you tonight about that, Mr M., I didn't get the whole story yesterday :)
And I am looking at a little Mazda MX-5 tomorrow morning. Seems like a good bargain. Keep your fingers crossed - the owner said there had been only one guy to look at it so far and he said he'd think about it. Roommate, by the way, has bought a little blue Mini with white stripes.
Thursday, July 08, 2004
Jawoll, mein Herr!
Just an observation: When you're speaking English and people say: "Wow, you have no accent!" I guess what they actually mean is: "Wow, you don't speak like the Germans they show us on TV".
Why I have no money
Just wanted to rent a cheap little Smart car for the week-end. At the last moment I decided to look for something on the webpage and opened another window, browsed around in it and also changed the date. Then I went back to the original page and blindly clicked OK. Now I am the proud renter of a Smart for a whole month and set back around 500 Euros if I can't get them to change my reservation but nobody's answering the friggin' hotline. Grr-Argh!
Just an observation: When you're speaking English and people say: "Wow, you have no accent!" I guess what they actually mean is: "Wow, you don't speak like the Germans they show us on TV".
Why I have no money
Just wanted to rent a cheap little Smart car for the week-end. At the last moment I decided to look for something on the webpage and opened another window, browsed around in it and also changed the date. Then I went back to the original page and blindly clicked OK. Now I am the proud renter of a Smart for a whole month and set back around 500 Euros if I can't get them to change my reservation but nobody's answering the friggin' hotline. Grr-Argh!
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
I'm on a business trip (again, yay me ...) but I just wanted to drop by here to tell you that I am reading The Da Vinci Code and I don't know who made this book the huge bestseller that it was because it's a *yell* HUGE PIECE OF CRAP */yell* (*pantpant* thankyouverymuch for letting me vent) I mean come on - the author introduces his leading people as really smart cryptologists. Then he puts riddles in the book that a three-year-old could see through and they are hemming and hawing. In the chapter I am reading now they are looking at a piece of paper that has backwards written English words on it and are musing about whether it's Hebrew or some unknown language. Please.
Also, the whole concept of the book is ridiculous - this guy gets shot and has 20 minutes to live but he still devises this INGENIOUS set of codes that ONLY his granddaughter can see through (the aforementioned puzzles for three-year-olds - then again, the granddaughter apparently is as smart as a sack of beans). That's not the point here, though, but because even if they're totally easy they're rather elaborate and in no way would anybody find the time to think about devising such codes, writing stuff on top of the Mona Lisa (yeah right) and then positioning himself in a certain way so that the leading expert in symbolism later on has NO IDEA WHAT IT'S SUPPOSED TO MEAN and spouts off stupid drivel about female/male symbolism even though the reader is pounding his/her head on a wall in near frustration and yelling "Think Leonardo, you dumbass!!!". Oh, he also writes a number on a piece of paper (lateron the protagonists need an account number and go "Duh. We haven't got a number. No number at all. If he only had left a number." Hello?? Brain?? Anybody home? About an hour later they think of it.
In addition the book is written in a way I absolutely hate: Building up towards a secret and then not telling it to keep suspense up when there's no reason (within the confines of the story) not to tell it. Like: "The secret of the Holy Grail is really shocking. It will shock you a lot. Very shocking, that. I can't tell you know because saying the one sentence that would tell you about it would take too much time and you know we are in a truck going somewhere for hours but if I tell you know you'd be so shocked because it's a really shocking secret. SHOCKING!! Not telling you though. Later. (Did I tell you it was shocking?)" And almost every chapter contains one of those "shocking" secrets that people DO NOT TELL. Grr-Argh!!!
Need to go now - my time is running out on this internet café thingy. If I can think about more I will post more on this piece of shite later (hopefully they will have divulged the SHOCKING secret - which, to me, is crystal clear anyway and not at all shocking, but hey, what can you do).
Also, the whole concept of the book is ridiculous - this guy gets shot and has 20 minutes to live but he still devises this INGENIOUS set of codes that ONLY his granddaughter can see through (the aforementioned puzzles for three-year-olds - then again, the granddaughter apparently is as smart as a sack of beans). That's not the point here, though, but because even if they're totally easy they're rather elaborate and in no way would anybody find the time to think about devising such codes, writing stuff on top of the Mona Lisa (yeah right) and then positioning himself in a certain way so that the leading expert in symbolism later on has NO IDEA WHAT IT'S SUPPOSED TO MEAN and spouts off stupid drivel about female/male symbolism even though the reader is pounding his/her head on a wall in near frustration and yelling "Think Leonardo, you dumbass!!!". Oh, he also writes a number on a piece of paper (lateron the protagonists need an account number and go "Duh. We haven't got a number. No number at all. If he only had left a number." Hello?? Brain?? Anybody home? About an hour later they think of it.
In addition the book is written in a way I absolutely hate: Building up towards a secret and then not telling it to keep suspense up when there's no reason (within the confines of the story) not to tell it. Like: "The secret of the Holy Grail is really shocking. It will shock you a lot. Very shocking, that. I can't tell you know because saying the one sentence that would tell you about it would take too much time and you know we are in a truck going somewhere for hours but if I tell you know you'd be so shocked because it's a really shocking secret. SHOCKING!! Not telling you though. Later. (Did I tell you it was shocking?)" And almost every chapter contains one of those "shocking" secrets that people DO NOT TELL. Grr-Argh!!!
Need to go now - my time is running out on this internet café thingy. If I can think about more I will post more on this piece of shite later (hopefully they will have divulged the SHOCKING secret - which, to me, is crystal clear anyway and not at all shocking, but hey, what can you do).
Sunday, July 04, 2004
Business as usual
My business trip sucked for various reasons, not the least of which are my recurring bouts of migraine that have taken on rather hellish proportions at time.
However, on my way back through the Frankfurt pedestrian zone I got a rather beautiful present:
Looks good on cats AND mons!
Wearing that opened a floodgate of people talking to me and soon I had acquired a Romanian guy who - like me - needed to find the train station, - unlike me - explained the parking situation in Bucharest in great detail and exclaimed: "Isn't it wonderful" whenever spying a skyscraper (also unlike me).
Left the Romanian guy at a shop where the shopkeeper offered to beat up any thief who would so much as look at my luggage while I traded some money for a big bottle of water (that I didn't touch during the train ride but which provided ease of mind inasmuch as you know you can always have a drink if you want to which you always want if you have NO bottle of water).
On the train as always there were people yelling at each other - strangely enough they had made peace by Mannheim. That peace was greatly disturbed in Stuttgart when at least 200 old ladies entered the train (and here I roughly use "enter" as in "pirate"). Since all of them were somewhat hard of hearing, the seating arrangements needed to be discussed in earth-shattering volume (only one person had the reservation with the seat numbers and kept yelling them while the ladies swarmed all over the place). Then the crutches needed to be put away (only one lady was tall and spry enough to do that). And when they all had found a seat, they all got up again to gather round one lady who told them dirty jokes about whores (I swear I am not making this up).
Meanwhile, I tried to read How to be good by Nick Hornby *note: is that better, Marco? :)* which I didn't care for that much. That and I did the crossword puzzle in the SZ-Magazin where I just now took part in the competition to win the ATV (look at the ad on the left but don't enter the competition, I want to win, if you win and turn up in front of my apartment with the thing there will be some serious wailing and teeth-gnashing going on).
Then I looked out the window - I enjoy doing that on train rides as opposed to car rides because you do get to see things instead of looking at only bushes and trees. It's like looking at a little model train station with static little people, but these people are actually alive... I always think that's strange - like looking into a window or seeing a snapshot of somebody you don't know doing whatever it is they're doing at the moment. It's like you have something in common for one second; while you're riding the train, they're sitting on a bench / dining / shopping / talking and once that second passes you'll go different ways and never meet again your whole life.
That ties in with another idea that I have which I call:
What's George doing now?
Sometimes I stop in my tracks and think: "What's George Clooney up to now?" and then I look at the watch, try to roughly guess where George is located and what the time difference is and then imagine what he's doing now. "Oh, it's breakfast time - George must just now have opened the fridge to take out milk to pour on his cereal." Or something. Doesn't need to be George - though it originated the one time I watched the live E.R. episode and I KNEW what George was doing at that moment.
My business trip sucked for various reasons, not the least of which are my recurring bouts of migraine that have taken on rather hellish proportions at time.
However, on my way back through the Frankfurt pedestrian zone I got a rather beautiful present:
Looks good on cats AND mons!
Wearing that opened a floodgate of people talking to me and soon I had acquired a Romanian guy who - like me - needed to find the train station, - unlike me - explained the parking situation in Bucharest in great detail and exclaimed: "Isn't it wonderful" whenever spying a skyscraper (also unlike me).
Left the Romanian guy at a shop where the shopkeeper offered to beat up any thief who would so much as look at my luggage while I traded some money for a big bottle of water (that I didn't touch during the train ride but which provided ease of mind inasmuch as you know you can always have a drink if you want to which you always want if you have NO bottle of water).
On the train as always there were people yelling at each other - strangely enough they had made peace by Mannheim. That peace was greatly disturbed in Stuttgart when at least 200 old ladies entered the train (and here I roughly use "enter" as in "pirate"). Since all of them were somewhat hard of hearing, the seating arrangements needed to be discussed in earth-shattering volume (only one person had the reservation with the seat numbers and kept yelling them while the ladies swarmed all over the place). Then the crutches needed to be put away (only one lady was tall and spry enough to do that). And when they all had found a seat, they all got up again to gather round one lady who told them dirty jokes about whores (I swear I am not making this up).
Meanwhile, I tried to read How to be good by Nick Hornby *note: is that better, Marco? :)* which I didn't care for that much. That and I did the crossword puzzle in the SZ-Magazin where I just now took part in the competition to win the ATV (look at the ad on the left but don't enter the competition, I want to win, if you win and turn up in front of my apartment with the thing there will be some serious wailing and teeth-gnashing going on).
Then I looked out the window - I enjoy doing that on train rides as opposed to car rides because you do get to see things instead of looking at only bushes and trees. It's like looking at a little model train station with static little people, but these people are actually alive... I always think that's strange - like looking into a window or seeing a snapshot of somebody you don't know doing whatever it is they're doing at the moment. It's like you have something in common for one second; while you're riding the train, they're sitting on a bench / dining / shopping / talking and once that second passes you'll go different ways and never meet again your whole life.
That ties in with another idea that I have which I call:
What's George doing now?
Sometimes I stop in my tracks and think: "What's George Clooney up to now?" and then I look at the watch, try to roughly guess where George is located and what the time difference is and then imagine what he's doing now. "Oh, it's breakfast time - George must just now have opened the fridge to take out milk to pour on his cereal." Or something. Doesn't need to be George - though it originated the one time I watched the live E.R. episode and I KNEW what George was doing at that moment.
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