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 ;-)
Sticks and Stones ... I have been accused of being a lot of things in my adult life: Ass****, Bad Boy, Cactus, Cheeky-Bugger, Ego-Centrical-F***, Jackass, Nym*** Lover e.t.c. The list goes on and on and zzzzz. What ever happened to being 'innocent until proven guilty' or was that the other way round ? I can never quite remember. If i am going to be called something nasty i would prefer something that carries more weight to it. Mr. Anti-Hero for example. It goes well with my sexy hazel eyes.
A Good Deed for 2008 Anyway the message i am trying to get across here, is that i'm not all that bad. Being the ideal candidate to introduce to mommy and daddy may be an understatement; especially NOT daddy but i try to do my part, albeit small to make this world a less crappy place.
SOS-Kinderdoerfer: An association which supports children in need worldwide. With the SOS Kinderdoerfer you even get a certificate after 5 years service. I received mine totally unexpected by post in the summer of 2007. I was so touched that i gave the unfriendly postman a big 30 second hug. That is of course before slamming the door in his face: Hate that creepy sod.
German Red Cross: Here in Germany you get a 'Mitgliedskarte' i.e., a membership card for doing your part. It's a funky paper card that includes your name, a 10 digit membership number and the telephone number of its air service: They don't deliver pizza though.
On a frustrating note: I'm still looking for that damn Exilim ...
I'm fiddling around with the font sizes to afford some easier reading. Font handling of the blogger html panel seems a bit error prone for some reason. I wonder why ..
It's a chilly sunny sunday afternoon in the wonderful city of Aachen. The only thing missing from my super hero utility toolkit is my ultra sexy Casio Exilim Z70 (pictured left), which has been MIA for the last week now. I hate to admit it, but we may very well have a case of Kleptomaniac Gremlin Infestation (KGI). I'm not talking 'level-1-britney-oops-i-nicked-it-again' here ! Or it could be a simple case of mistaken identity i.e., the madwoman that is my cousin. Need to investigate this matter further but will keep you folks posted. A little filler post till then ;-)
Late 80s: Viva La Revolucion !!!
I have been a big Casio fan as long as i can remember. Being the proud owner of one of those super cool vintage 'Knight Rider' Casio C-80s had its perks: Having to fight of the school bully was not one of them. Shame i couldn't afford the K.I.T.T car with my school budget: "K.I.T.T ! I need you !!". God knows what we '80s revolutionaries' would have done at the sight of an IPod back then ? Creamed/wet our pants in electronic delight is my first guess: Ooooooohhhh Iiiiipooood baby. Early 90s: Wanna see my 'Gadgets' ?
I had my fair share of shiny electronics in my early teens. I'm not proud of this fact but it was a fu***** jungle back then to attract the hot titless 13-15 yr old chics at school. I remember a certain Natasha (No haven't changed her name for this post) who was probably the hottest member of the notorious small-melons club: I'm talking about a younger Yasmeen Ghauri supermodel clone here. I still assume the fetal position and cry myself to sleep: "Was it me OR the 'bling bling' she really loved ?". We eventually broke up. I wonder if the homicide of her pink TamagoSHIT had anything to do with it ? Wasn't me. I swear snookie !!!
Late 90s: Invasion of the Mini Godzillas
On a VERY dark note: Can you say T-A-M-A-G-O-T-C-H-I ? I really envy those of you who were fortunate enough to have survived the landing of these evil electronic creatures in the late 90s. The craze to sadistically torture (boy/girl)friends, family and basically anything breathing was the 'in thing'. Not many teenagers survived the onslaught. Have you ever seen a group of guys cry over 'dead' electronics ? Well it isn't a pretty sight at all and having to stomach close friends transition to 'wussville' was painful. Something as cool as the IPod (Man's Greatest Invention) would have definitely been the salvation back then !!
I remember first hearing the term "blog" in a graduate seminar on Human Computer Interaction (HCI). Biology labs just round the corner, the term "blogging" sounded like some sodomistic act on some defenseless spread-eagled creature ... without the scalpel. No that is NOT cool !!
So what's this blog going to be about ? Thought you would never ask ;-). I have always had a latent interest and presumable eye for inanimate lifeless objects including office utilities, buildings, cars, bikes, my ex-girlfriend(s) e.t.c. but have never managed to "catch the moment" so to speak. The Goals
Learn how to blog professionally.
Document thoughts and findings to afford a growth as a blogger and photographer.
Receive positive criticism from blogosphere inhabitants (=Blogants ?).
Despite my initial ignorance, i can appreciate the history and concept of blogging as a valuable social networking and learning tool. So let the journey begin ...
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.
