Today I am in rather a crappy mood again, but I can recommend the Pirates of the Caribbean Soundtrack to enlighten those days where the sun just don't shine. I myself have it on replay but tend to hum along with it rather loudly (it's very grand at times) which could seem rather odd if other people see you. I can't dance along to it with grand gestures because my office is on the ground floor and people can look into my window. Maybe that's a good thing. The non-dancing, not the ground floor.

Maybe my mood is inflicted by the weather. When looking out the window I just realized everybody looks like they're not really in a good mood. Then again the office next to ours is a dentist's. Which reminds me I have at least 3 doctors to go to. Which in turn does not enhance my mood any further. At least it's Thursday, meaning Friday's just around the corner and in turn the weekend.

Reading assignment for the weekend, by the way, is Middlesex. (I've read all the "light" books I got for Christmas, that means I have to proceed to the literature ones.) By the way, if anyone's interested: I really liked the second-to-last Terry Pratchett ("Night Watch"). Less so the newest one ("Monstrous Regiment") which is rather too feminist for my liking. Seriously. Well, contrived feminist, whatever. Read it and you'll know what I mean. Plus, I don't like the direction Sam Vimes is taking - rumours have it he's set up to be the next Patrician - he's starting to be eerily clairvoyant and I'm not sure I enjoy that. I liked the "old" Vimes much better, temper, alcoholism and everything included.

So much for that and I'll leave you with a strange link I found: The economists. No, it doesn't really DO anything.

I need to tell you about the good people at McCain. Well, first they weren't that good because they sold me "Long and Crispy Fries"^TM which were neither long nor crispy. To be fair, I've heard that the potatoes nowadays are really small (Danger! Pollution! Or something!), so long fries are probably hard to come by. But they were soaking in fat and really disgustingly squishy - not even remotely crispy.

Hence, I wrote an email and presto! today I got an envelope containing a crisp (haha) 5 Euro bill so I "can buy another McCain product" Yeah! *dances the dance of crispy fryey goodness*

I never told you how my New Year's went, did I? It's the "holiday coma" I am currently in, I can't seem to concentrate properly on any task. So I'll just say it was fun and next year I am going to plan on having dinner and THEN going to bed. Seemed like a good thing this year.

So today it's back to work. I took my brand new speakers to attach to my computer and am now able to listen to internet radio (Virgin Radio) where they are playing Muse every 15 minutes. Not that I object to Muse, but what's up with that?

Also, all other bands seem to want to be the Rolling Stones. OK, they have also played the Stones twice so far, but there's been at least three occasions where I've gone "Oh, it's Mick again" - an it turned out to be some other combo. But you have to be glad to find out what song they are playing because the info tends to lag somewhat. Usually I only get info about songs I already can identify. Songs I don't know are being kept hidden deliberately. Right now they are playing some song that vaguely sounds like country but which they claim is Blur - Song 2. Nope, it ain't. How am I supposed to brush up my music knowledge?

Ah, a new song is coming up: It's something by The Darkness. How did I ever spend a day without them... Hiiiii EEEEEEEEEE *squeak* Sorry, no time to blog anymore, I need to go do some serious headbanging in the office. Just kidding, by the way. The Darkness makes my ears bleed and probably kills small puppies.

Need a strange hobby? Go here.

Have you always suspected the "Crocodile Hunter" was mad as a hatter? Well, here's proof... yikes!

Happy 2004.

And for your enjoyment, Blog Schmog is proud to present "The Lyrics Hardly Anybody Ever Knows":

For Auld Lang Syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And days of auld lang syne
And there's a hand, my trusty friend
And gie's a hand to thine
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld lang syne

For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld lang syne

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And days of auld lang syne

For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And days of auld lang syne
For auld lang syne

Thank you and good night.

Old, old jokes

I just read this which I thought was rather funny: "Last time I heard that joke I laughed so hard I fell off my dinosaur!"

MTV seems to have given up on playing videos. Luckily, the only video they are still playing seems to be Muse: Hysteria which I rather like.

Why is it that rich people who've had beauty surgery always have such crappy surgery? I mean when I go to a surgeon and say: Here's a gazillion Euros, please make me look good I'd expect him not to inject my lips with enough silicone to tide over Silicone Valley for a month. Maybe they get paid by the pound or something. Also fake breasts usually look stupid.

I hate End-Of-The-Year-TV. Why does everybody feel the need to look back at last year? I was there, I know what happened! Booooring. At least the Bachelor is choosing his "true love" *choke* today (the blonde bulimic alien is my guess).

Yay! For all German speaking people: Telepolis-Rätsel 2003

Yesterday I saw "Superstar Worldwide" and it was really embarrassing. Not for me but for our German "Superstar" Axel Klaus (or some such). "Really terrible" says US judge Simon Cowell. "Like an aerobic instructor turned stripper" says the Australian judge. Who's English by the way. Like the US judge, the English judge and our own Shona Fraser. I wonder they let jury people from other nations even touch the jury table. Unfair advantage, anyone? Then again, Will Young was so boring my feet fell asleep while he was wrenching out "Light my Fire". Jim Morrison was turning in his grave. Not very fast, but still. "Yeah, light my fire, light my fire, light my fire *uninspired explosion to the left* light my firelightmyfirelightmyfire *uninspired explosion to the right". Booooring!

RTL had edited the broadcast to the point where viewers could probably sue them for mutilation. Hence we apparently missed how the jury members ganged up on the Polish judge because he was stupid. Well, we *saw* he was stupid when he offered to drink some vodka after the show with "his" contestant, 16-year-old blonde "I wanna be Kim Wilde when I grow up" Alex.

The Australian contestant looked and sounded like Lenny Kravitz on acid. The Canadian confused dancing with knee-bends and jerky arm movements to almost rival Alex' "Maniac" aerobic instructor choreography.

I actually liked the "Little Norwegian Hobbit" and the "Rock till you drop" Belgian. And that Kelly Clarkson sho nuff can sing. Well, we'll see what comes of it.

After that I saw the Bachelor. Oh dear. Oh dear. I'm not saying anything else. Just that I think maybe one should go out Saturday night to avoid the nonexistant TV programming. It's rubbed in: Hey, YOU'RE NOT OUT - Watch THIS and wish you were!!!!!