Tis a busy day and the week drudgingly reaches an end. I took some time today to have lunch with Carmen (A coooool Aachen budette of mine). She fits the shoes of the crazy sister i never had; God must REALLY love me. A couple of friends of mine are real subway freaks (Yes Leo and Walid that includes both of you playahs) but not me. I can't even understand why a restaurant chain would call itself 'subway' in the first place ?!? Dunno why but i have always found the concept of 'pimping your own sandwiches' a real burden for the senses. Call me slow but i still follow caveman rituals i.e., one grunt for 'Gimme my grub', two grunts for 'Right now', three for 'F*** OFF i'm eating' and four for 'Too late babe. You should have heard the 3rd grunt !!!!!'. The overly eager frantic pointing at the sandwiches with the angry repetitive grunting at the 'confused out of their skulls' employees didn't help me much. I was lucky to have Carmen around to interpret. She speaks cave.
Reader's note: Guess what i found today ? Yes my Exilim. FINALLY !!!! I actually found it in my washroom. Please don't ask ... University projects round the corner, i'll take it out for an immediate spin thereafter. This is after all a blog on photography with a 'somewhat' different spin ;-)
It's a late Monday evening and i am knackered. A thought i had during an aerobic workout: Wouldn't it be cool if i could translate my whole blog from english into some other language for my readers ? Considerate isn't it. You will now find a rudimentary 'universal translator' at the top of my blog: vulcan is in the works. Current languages include:
Dutch
French
Russian
German
Italian
Portuguese
Spanish
Greek
Japan
Korean
Chinese (simplified/traditional)
Arabic
Polish
Ukranian
Persian
Hebrew
Turkish
Reader's note: I cannot be held accountable for any vulgarities or insults that may occur after translation. This includes any and all swearing at your pets.
Ahhh lunch break. I don't know what it is about Mondays: The cranky looking supermarket clerks("You look delicious today"), the pissed off Milfs next door ("waddup!"), the dog on the road("I bite back!"). They all have ONE thing in common i.e., they all HATE Mondays. Evidence ? Observe the massive neon signs plastered on their heads: "Give me a reason to KILL you. PLEASE !!!". I'm going to have to pass on that one but i know a certain creepy postman who loves reading your mails Ms. X. I think the milfs next door infected me ..... with their Monday moodiness. I wonder if we are going in the direction of the L-Word here ? They would make a nice couple.
The Audience Is Listening: Mooooo ?
University lectures on HCI taken eeons ago, have come back to bite me in the ass. I found myself squinting really hard at my blog text last night and have decided to change the font type/size. Lemme know what you guys think (Poll on the left). I know you are listening ;-)
Tis a busy day and the week drudgingly reaches an end. I took some time today to have lunch with Carmen (A coooool Aachen budette of mine). She fits the shoes of the crazy sister i never had; God must REALLY love me.
