That and I've just heard of Stalinworld. Wowza.

Well, I'm back and I'll tell you all about my trip and everything tonight (don't want to be responsible for anybody's death). Just wanted to tell you that Sir Peter Ustinov died which makes me rather sad.

Closed until further notice

I'm going to London until Sunday. Then I'll think about whether I'll want to open this back up. Am tending towards just letting it die, though.

Crash Test

Question: What's more robust than a Smart?

Answer: My roommate's leg.

Weekend Update

Hobbled to work on Friday where everybody laughed at my pizza story. Left work early (which had nothing to do with everybody laughing but I just thought it was worth a mention) and went to dinner with my parents and my brother and his intended. Mental Note: Greek restaurants make you really unpopular if you eat ALL the tsatsiki AND the onions available. Vegged out on the couch in a haze of garlic for the rest of the evening.

Saturday: Spent loads of money on food. Remembered today that I am leaving for England in three days and am not going to have time to eat it all. Then I watched Donnie Darko which I highly recommend - it's weird and good. Good because it's weird? Maybe. It features somebody hallucinating a scary rabbit named Frank (boy, was I afraid of Frank):



Has a really convoluted plot (the film, not the rabbit) and I'd appreciate it if somebody else would watch the movie so I could discuss it. In the evening, Ulisch came over and we made Cosmopolitans:



Then we went out and discussed things that two women discuss when they're on their own: Shoes (of course). Among other things. Which was fun. Left me a little bit under the weather, though, which is why this might be not as coherent as it could be.

Today: Why is it that when I go to watch a football match it always ends up being really terrible? Might have to do with the protagonists. I caught myself having the blasphemous thought that being a fan of the OTHER LOCAL team would at least lead to watching an enjoyable match once in a while. Nuff said. It was that bad. Now I am back on the couch feeling tired. Tomorrow I have to go to a presentation where I am supposed to look "sleek, smart and stylish" as my boss put it. I am feeling like neither. Sometimes I wish I was more sleek, smart and stylish. Well, this, too, shall pass.

Stupid is...

...as stupid does. I'll give you a top tip that hopefully will be useful in your everyday lives. When you're on the phone, don't cut the pizza that you've just taken out of the oven. It might just drop onto your foot. With the cheese down. Ouch!! Double ouch!! Anyway, not a good idea.

Reserve Your Spot in the Handbasket

To announce your religious feelings, you might want to go see The passion of the Christ tomorrow. Or you could play Jesus Dress Up!

Wibble.

I'm thinking about emigrating to Australia. I think I might like it there. Then again, I've never been there before, what if I don't? Maybe I should try getting a temporary job. I reckon that's rather hard. I'll look into the matter.

I have this theory: when somebody says they won't blog or that they'll take a break for a couple of days or so, they usually blog more often. Seeing that I'm writing the second entry today while having planned not to, I guess that supports that theory. Dunno why, though.

Anyway. I just wanted to share that I just went to a party of a friend of mine. And men kept talking to me. But I found out that I am thoroughly bored by party conversations. It was rather exhausting talking to those people and I'm afraid I probably wasn't any fun to talk to either: "So how do you know X?" "Used to live together." "Hot here, isn't it?" "Yep." I'd rather stand around, sip my cocktail and watch people. How on earth can you think putting plastic flowers on your head will make you more attractive??? What goes on in somebody's head standing in front of the mirror, propping those things in her hair and around her (enormous) cleavage?? Just can't fathom it. Also the guy in the white satin pants with the underwear with black and grey stripes. Kept pulling the underwear up and the pants down. Why??? WHY FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST???

Anyway again, not really a success partywise - maybe I'm really getting to old for this. At least I can proudly present the celebrity-sighting of the day: When we came out of the location a car stopped and a woman exited it. Looked like a 'ho to me..short short skirt, high high boots and I thought: "Well, why did the guy still drive the car, I guess he must be rather drunk to pick HER up in a club somewhere." On closer inspection, the guy turned out to be Olli Kahn. Drunk or not is anybody's guess. Glared at me in any case. Oh well.