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Pretty picture from way, way up high
It's a miracle - the incredible Winking Jesus!
Is your flag crap? Do you hate those clashing colours on the Brazilian flag? Bored with the Libyan flag? Amazed by Japanese simplicity? See what Josh has to say.
If I'm cut off in traffic one more time, I'll get ONE OF THOSE BABYS and then we'll see who has the last laugh! Muahaha!
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
No wonder my mood is rotten - I feel like total crap. I have hot and cold flashes and my heart beats like crazy. This in turn makes me feel really antsy all the time, as if I'm nervous or stressed out. People are asking me whether something bothers me all the time - apparently I also look stressed. I couldn't sleep very well the other night and I am rather tired. These are all symptoms I had last when the hyperthyroidism was in full bloom, hence I suppose there's something wrong with my thyroid hormones. I wanted to go to the doctor today but I overslept :(
Other than that, my mood is just crap in general, my knees hurt, I have sore muscles, I'm nervous that my client won't like the report I wrote, the cat's eye is still sore and I'm worrying about personal stuff, too. Yadda yadda yadda complain complain complain whine whine whine whinge whinge whinge. I like the word "whinge".
What I hate hate hate is when people mistakenly capitalize the German word "Sie". It's not really hard. "Sie" is ONLY capitalized at the beginning of a sentence AND WHEN IT ADRESSES THE READER DIRECTLY. "sie" means a group of people. So if you capitalize it it looks like you're adressing me, you putz! I feel annoyed by that because I feel responsible for crap that's none of my business. Get. It. In. Your. Head!
Example: Discussion about the Iraq War.
"Die Amerikaner. Werden sie den Irak angreifen?"
"The Americans. Will they attack Iraq?"
"Die Amerikaner. Werden Sie den Irak angreifen?"
"The Americans. Will YOU attack Iraq?"
See the difference? And NO, I am not going to attack Iraq, thankyouverymuch. This is how huge diplomatic misunderstandings arise and more importantly, my already stressed nerves get even more frayed than they already are.
Other than that, my mood is just crap in general, my knees hurt, I have sore muscles, I'm nervous that my client won't like the report I wrote, the cat's eye is still sore and I'm worrying about personal stuff, too. Yadda yadda yadda complain complain complain whine whine whine whinge whinge whinge. I like the word "whinge".
What I hate hate hate is when people mistakenly capitalize the German word "Sie". It's not really hard. "Sie" is ONLY capitalized at the beginning of a sentence AND WHEN IT ADRESSES THE READER DIRECTLY. "sie" means a group of people. So if you capitalize it it looks like you're adressing me, you putz! I feel annoyed by that because I feel responsible for crap that's none of my business. Get. It. In. Your. Head!
Example: Discussion about the Iraq War.
"Die Amerikaner. Werden sie den Irak angreifen?"
"The Americans. Will they attack Iraq?"
"Die Amerikaner. Werden Sie den Irak angreifen?"
"The Americans. Will YOU attack Iraq?"
See the difference? And NO, I am not going to attack Iraq, thankyouverymuch. This is how huge diplomatic misunderstandings arise and more importantly, my already stressed nerves get even more frayed than they already are.
I'm in a crap mood today so I'm reading Maddox and agreeing with everything. Especially the piece about Mel Gibson's tits. Teach it, brother.
Monday, August 23, 2004
Sunday, August 22, 2004
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
I don't like fighting with people. Sometimes that's a good thing, sometimes that's a bad thing. Whenever I DO fight with somebody, I feel excruciatingly bad and most of the time I can't sleep a wink. That's not the case today but I'm still somewhat uneasy. And it wasn't even a huge fight. Bah.
Also, I wish I wouldn't always keep racking my brain (yes, it is the correct way to spell it, I checked. "Wracked" is also acceptable, apparently, the spelling I chose, is ethymologically correct as it comes from the medieval torture instrument, however. Learn something every day)...where was I...ah...I wish I wouldn't keep racking my brain all the time whether what I did/said/chose was the correct thing to do/say/choose. Relax! Relax, dammit!
*pantpantpant
Not relaxed. More or less high-strung, no idea where that comes from.
Also, I wish I wouldn't always keep racking my brain (yes, it is the correct way to spell it, I checked. "Wracked" is also acceptable, apparently, the spelling I chose, is ethymologically correct as it comes from the medieval torture instrument, however. Learn something every day)...where was I...ah...I wish I wouldn't keep racking my brain all the time whether what I did/said/chose was the correct thing to do/say/choose. Relax! Relax, dammit!
*pantpantpant
Not relaxed. More or less high-strung, no idea where that comes from.
Monday, August 16, 2004
Today the phone rings. It's the Mops, calling from Berlin. The Mops has locked himself out of the apartment and wonders where his girlfriend is spending the evening. As it may be, he just has acquired a new mobile phone which unfortunately does not contain her mobile number. Fortunately, though, he could dial our number by heart (see! it's important AND easy to memorize our phone number!) and TA DA! Phone Mon came to the rescue and contacted the stray girlfriend. *ring* "Hello?" "This is Mon. Where are you?" "In the car. Can I call you back?" "No. That's not my point. It's the Mops. He's in the park." "Where?" "In the park." "WHERE?" "IN THE PARK!! LOCKED HIMSELF OUT!!! FOR FIVE HOURS NOW!" "Oh-my-god." "Yep."
Sunday, August 15, 2004
If you're a player but your car's a piece of crap you need to PIMP YO' RIDE!!! (Can you tell I'm too lazy to go outside and do more action-laden stuff?) I love Pimp My Ride. They take crap cars and paint them in screaming colours and do stuff like installing chandeliers or coffeemakers. Usually they also add a totally useless high-price gadgets like a PSII or a wide-screen TV in the trunk or a laptop in the glove compartment. What they never do is fix the car. Yeah, my car hasn't been moving for a year now, but I keep it in the driveway to brew my coffee in the morning.
Friday, August 13, 2004
Thursday, August 12, 2004
Stormy Weather
Outside and inside ... all gloom and doom and rain and thunder and chaos. Isn't there a song that's called "Stormy Weather"? *goes to google* Yep, by Billie Holiday. I'll amend it to fit time, place and space:
Don’t know why there’s no sun up in the sky
Stormy weather
Keeps rainin’ all the time
Life is bare, gloom and mis’ry everywhere
Stormy weather
Just can’t get my poorself together,
I’m weary all the time
So weary all the time
All I do is pray the lord above will let me walk in the sun once more.
Can’t go on, ev’ry thing I had is gone
Stormy weather
Keeps rainin’ all the time
Sort of like that. She was a depressed one, was she ever, that Billie Holiday. Dead, of course. Well, my mood doesn't quite fit that, it's more like twirling around aimlessly. Strange. I just wish it wouldn't.
Outside and inside ... all gloom and doom and rain and thunder and chaos. Isn't there a song that's called "Stormy Weather"? *goes to google* Yep, by Billie Holiday. I'll amend it to fit time, place and space:
Don’t know why there’s no sun up in the sky
Stormy weather
Keeps rainin’ all the time
Life is bare, gloom and mis’ry everywhere
Stormy weather
Just can’t get my poorself together,
I’m weary all the time
So weary all the time
All I do is pray the lord above will let me walk in the sun once more.
Can’t go on, ev’ry thing I had is gone
Stormy weather
Keeps rainin’ all the time
Sort of like that. She was a depressed one, was she ever, that Billie Holiday. Dead, of course. Well, my mood doesn't quite fit that, it's more like twirling around aimlessly. Strange. I just wish it wouldn't.
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