Jesus Ranch

I'm questioning my sanity again these days. I almost booked two flights two Edinburgh. The urge to leave had taken control at 11A.M. I was one click away from green, funny accented, red haired freedom...

Anyway, life is absolutely boring. I wrote the most moronic test today. A hundred and twenty words to explain how a human being can change. Max Frisch *ç%" turned in his grave. I heard him scratching at the lid of his coffin. Bloody academic need to turn every expression of human emotion into a goddamn questionnaire. I met a guy today who looked like Igor from "Frankenstein Junior".
I also felt the urge to hit someone, no idea why? Devils and Gods, eh...?

Apropos: I officially own the new Tori Amos album! I am a happy soul (well, the musical part that is). That woman is a genius and basta.

Has anyone seen the last E.R. episode? No one seems to watch that show anymore. Poor Neela, poor Ray.

Fall

Well, I guess the summer's over, eh? It was a pretty unspectacular summer. Although there was snow in Chile. That's global warming for ya...(If anyone reading this is shaking their head muttering "Global warming my ass", go watch "The Uncomfortable Truth", buddy, educate yourself a bit and shame on you!).

Two things I looking forward to this autumn: the fashion and the movies. We here, behind the Alps, we get all the good-stuff much later than the rest of the world. But, after a while they legally make their way to us. Flicks such as "Hairspray", "Because You Said So", "Planet Terror", "Knocked Up" and many more.

Well I'm sure "Hairspray" is gonna be cute, and Diane Keaton is the deal when speaking of cheesy but good woman flicks, so "Because I Said So" will be okay. We all know "Knocked Up"-Star Heigl from Grey's Anatomy where she embodies Izzy Stevens, the beautiful doctor. I'm not sure whether this is a comedy doomed to be just a silly yawn, or if it will actually try to find an approach to the topic that is neither to cheesy nor to serious. "Planet Terror"...do we need to repeat mistakes of the past? I mean, in a way I get the fascination with the 70s world of B-Zombie movies that are to gory to like but too disgusting and silly to miss. So, I guess it can be fun if you're in a group and just want to enjoy some general funny violence. And, I admit that the cast looks pretty fun. Lost Sahid-actor Naveen Andrews, gotta love him, Freddy Rodriguez who plays Freddy in Six Feet Under and some small-timers we know from shows like Arrested Development. I just hope Tarantino will find 'imself a new corner to play with like, I don't know, Western or Science Fiction, something non-repetitive would be great.

Well, I hope y'all have fun at the movies, and with that,

'NOUGH SAID!

Somwhere something's happening

If it's raining, and I hold my press my fingers against my ears (on the pinna), it sounds as is if it was raining inside my ears. It's amazing how much useless information one can gather by doing absolutely nothing.
Well' actually there's always something happening in the world, even if we don't know it, see it or hear it: that doesn't mean nothing's going on. It's like the business with the tree in the forest, you know, if a tree falls in the forest, and there is nobody around, does it make a sound? We are so fixated on our sphere of perception, that we rarely think about things that happen in the rest of the world, do we? The news don't count, 'cause even though we see what happened at the same time we might have been drinking coffee or taking a walk with our dog, it's already in the past. Plus, the average consumer of media information blocks out most threads to reality so he can distance himself from whatever horrible thing happened. What I'm talking about is the awareness that somewhere else, in the exact same time, something is happening to someone else. Someone is doing something, like pouring coffee or dying. Why don't you give the whole awareness thing a try? Do this:

1. As soon as you have finished reading this, stop what you are doing.
2. Then, you have to think about what you've just been doing, where you are and who you are.
3. Now try to imagine a random person on a random continent doing something completely random. Example: A woman in Taiwan giving birth to twins in a crappy hospital.
4.Try to imagine what she's feeling.
5. Do this a few times a day.
6. Congratulations, you are now an aware human being.

You can also do it with famous people. Are Johnny Depp and Vanessa Paradis drinking wine in front of their fireplace, talking about what school Jack should go to? Is John Cusack looking for one of his socks? Is Jennifer Garner feeding her baby and wondering how Ben can forget his phone every goddamn time he goes out of the house? Maybe right now, someone is thinking about you.

Sadistic Statistic

Every 15 minutes, someone dies from an alcohol related collision. (3, 2, 1...now)
Every 35 seconds, someone dies from cardiovascular disease.
Every 17 minutes, someone kills himself.
Every 6.5 seconds, someone dies.
And every second, 3 children are born.

Dead Like Me

All fans of Mandy Patinkin, Piers Anthony and the morbid: now there you have a show that you will enjoy!
George (Ellen Muth) is killed by a toilet seat from space (not an alien toilet seat, nitwit) that detached itself from the crashing Mir. She finds herself looking at her own dead self (or what's left of it) and has to come to terms with the fact that she's a ghost. But not for long. Rube (Mandy Patinkin) and Bettie, the friendly neighborhood grim reapers, come to her rescue and explain to her that she is to join the ranks of the reapers. Her job is simple: she gets a post-it from Rube at Der Waffle House which gives her the name, the place and the E.T. (estimated time) of someone death. Often these people are headed for really nasty accidents, so George has to extract their souls by touching them before they die. So, George goes tumblin' into the world of freak accidents and stupid universal rules, that tend to make her pissed at the the world, the cosmos and Rube. In time we learn more about her fellow reapers Rube, Roxy, Mason and Bettie (who will be replaced by Daisy Adaire) and about what reaping entails. At the same time the family she left behind has to deal with all sorts of troubles, like Reggie's (George's sister) new obsession with toilet seats and Clancy's (George's father) cold ways...

Brilliant characters, a perfect balance between the fantastic and the grey everyday life of a dead girl and interesting ideas. No doubt that over time you will become very fond of George and her manhandling, illegal substance abusive, gourmet friends as well as of her family. One problem you might have is the constant rumbling of your belly, because everytime they are at Der Waffle House, they eat the most delicious things. Which reminds me: I hadn't had breakfast yet.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: A review

Harry leaps into action at the very beginning, as he finally leaves the Dursleys and the Privet Drive behind. Everything happens at such an incredible speed, that one is overwhelmed with the amount of cursing and spellbinding our heroes have to do in the first fifty pages. Even the first tragic death occurs. Harry, Ron and Hermine take off to look for the Horcruxes, only to face perplexity and despair and mood swings, which are totally comprehensible. They learn of the lore of the Deathly Hallow,which sends them on a new journey and adds more pieces to the puzzle Dumbledore wanted Harry to complete. But the voyage of the (sometimes) three friends isn't fun and games at all, I think this is by far the most frustrating and difficult final adventure the three had to face. Because once their journey leads them to their final destination, the battle between the Voldemort's creatures and Dumbledore's Army is inevitable. There's a lot of dying and a lot just seems so unfair...but the pieces of the puzzle finally gather and everything starts to clear up. We learn Snape's story and of Dumbledore's plans for Harry. Finally, there is a the confontation between Harry and Voldemort, the last one. I'm not giving you the details, but it's very...intricate. Be sure that you are fully awake when you read the end. Don't rush it. It's a lot to take it. But it's very cool, especially the end. You'll see what I mean.

I admit, I had a bit of a head start, but anyway, I finished the book after a mind numbing marathon. I read till five in the morning on Saturday and got up early on Sunday to finish it. And it was awsome. I devoured every page, craving to learn what was to come next and wanting to get some answers to questions that popped up at the end of the Half Blood Prince. Instead there are even more mysteries, more riddles and more lies. But Harry does uncover the truth eventually, and when he does, your're in for a really grand finale. The great thing is, that when you're finished, you want to read all the books again, beause now that you know everything, certain details in the past become clear. Snape's motive's are revealed (I was so right!) and you get to see a whole new side of Albus Dumbledore. What I wondered though, is how they plan to make it into a movie. The story is filled woth crucial details. I can't think of anything that can just be left out, like in the previous movies. I doubt that there is going to be a double feauture, but honestly I'm really curious about how else they are going to do it. But I hope you enjoy. My tip: buy a lot of cookies, prepare tea for about one and a half days, get a blanket, some cushions, make sure you're not disturbed, and Potter away!

McLame

God, there are so many people out there who don't seem to possess more than an ounce of brain mass. These kids in front of my house had the brilliant idea to balance a beer bottle on their heads while the others tried to shoot it down with stones. One of 'em got hit in the face, and then, someone actually managed not to miss and the jerk was covered in shards. Like big fucking du-uh...

Shrek the Third was fun. More slapstick, less plot for kiddies, but otherwise rather funny. I think Dreamworks Studios have like a G.D. department (Gag Development). Actually, it's just a room, filled with comedians, thinking up lines and funny alliterations. There are different kinds of comedians. There are the ones in G.R. (Gag Research), those in G.F. (Gag Fitting; they need to find the fitting moment for every joke) and then there are the G.D. (Gag Developers), who are the kings of the humorous posse. They are so smart and witty, that they come up with super funny jokes nobody ever thought of before.

What a load of crap...don't blame me. Blame the time, the heat, the Nazis...those guys did everything wrong and it's their fault anyway. Again with the bull...ay.Sorry.

Berlin, Berlin

Free Willy

I am officially free! No exams for seven weeks! I never have to hear about electrodes or protons or orbitals ever again if I don't wish to (I'm raising my eyebrows, just so you know). Our Physics teacher actually tried to make us do something in class today. It was pretty ridiculous.

Times of Goody

Real life is getting closer and closer...two weeks till summer holidays start. Three exams to go. Never ever again chem or physics. Really looking forward to working on my Final Paper.

I was at another wonderful Tori Amos concert. I don't think that there is any musical artist who can radiate that much brilliance...I love her. She's a genius. Ans she's sooo pretty. Her outfits are usually very cool too...

After the concert at was at a party. I have never ever heard a worse DJ in my life. I mean, there's still some time to, but...ay. Remember the DJ from Actually Love at Keira's wedding? Same thing, just with Drum and Base. If I ever see that guy again, I'll kick his butt.

No context whatsoever (words, words, words)

To achieve greatness, means to go to the grocer and ask for help with tackling problems involving the waxworks that are recycled into candles which are sold to Members of Parliament but not to the Lord Mayor of Liverpool and never ever to the seargent in the lower borough of Livley, because his deals in gunpowder, periscopes and briefcases.

This is what happens when you're trying to get 2000 English words into your brain which have zero context.

Blogthings

Here are a few funny blogthings, check the website out if you're interested in learning a few things about yourself and share...

What goddess are you?

You Are Artemis!

Brave, and a natural born leader. You're willing to fight for what you believe in... And willing to make tough decisions. Don't forget - the people around you have ideas too!

What Goddess Are You?

How sarcastic are you?

You Have Your Sarcastic Moments

While you're not sarcastic at all times, you definitely have a cynical edge. In your opinion, not all people are annoying. Some are dead! And although you do have your genuine moments, you can't help getting your zingers in. Some people might be a little hurt by your sarcasm, but it's more likely they think you're hilarious.

How Sarcastic Are You?

Could you pass 8th grade science?

You Passed 8th Grade Science

Congratulations, you got 7/8 correct!

Could You Pass 8th Grade Science?

What superhero would you be?

You Are Elektra

There's really no superhero with more style than you. Because who could beat being sexy assasin ninja?

What Superhero Are You?

How does your Intrapersonal Intelligence rate?

Your Intrapersonal Intelligence Score: 77%

Your Intrapersonal Intelligence is High You have a great understanding of who you are, and your place in the world. You know what path you're on. And you are excited about your future. You're always deepening your inner knowledge and introspection. And enjoying it every step of the way.

How Does Your Intrapersonal Intelligence Rate?

What animal were you in your previous life?

You Were a Cougar

You are a great leader who has dominance without ego. You are wickedly cunning and off the scale confident.

What Animal Were You In a Past Life?

Anita says...

I have been on the wrong side of a lot of locked doors. Not a one of them had just opened for me, but there was always a first time. Yeah, I should live so long. Scratch that; bad phrase. - Anita

"My god, you mean you've only had two hours of sleep. Do you want to shoot me, or what?" I didn't answer the question. I'm not that rude. - Monica, Anita

People are supposed to fear the unknown, but ignorance is bliss when knowledge is so damn frightening. - Anita

Had to see. Had to look. Might find a clue. Sure, and pigs could fucking fly. But still, maybe, maybe there would be a clue. Maybe. Hope is a lying bitch. - Anita

If you think you know someone, think again

I've got a cold and it's like 200°C outside...IT'S JUST WRONG! If I have to go through life with that nasal voice much longer, my friends will leave me. Today I'm gonna share my infinitely small wisdom with you: prejudice sucks. You think you know someone, but really you don't, especially, if you've never really had the chance to talk to someone. I'm not talking about mind-numbing smalltalk, but a real, solid conversation. About the world and feelings and stuff...Anyway, I think everyone of us should just pick a person he "knows" from work or school or whatever and really get know him/her. Maybe you'll be surprised...Oh, and just so you know: colds in summer SUCK.

Storm

There's a storm outside. I stood on the street earlier and waited for the rain. Now it's here, but it's bad timing. It's like fate peeeeping messing with my perfect night. Sometimes I wonder if Zeus is sitting up there, sharing a beer with Hephaestus and just going "Hey, there's that kid again, let's piss her off by sending a storm with crappy timing." But what the hell, right, as if the gods care what I'm doing...What is important though, is that I was at a Justin Timberlake concert (even though I don't even own a friggin' album) and stood like three meters away from him. Boy that guy is cute. Wanna have...Hooters has come to our beautiful little town. The temptation of the wanton men without taste of this desolate world. I heard that the food sucks there. Actually, Hooters got me thinking (sounds weird, ey?) and now I wonder? Do lesbians go to Hooters to see the chicks there? And if they do are the boobs the attraction? Do lesbian women care for boobs? It's sounds like a thing a deranged person would ask him- or herself, and maybe I am, but it just crossed my mind...I found something out about the local culture that quite surprised me. Did you know that the preference of a football team is dependent of his or her financial status? Is that a common thing? I don't watch sports, except for old college league basketball reruns, so I have like zero (that coke sucks so much) idea what a fan's criteria is or whatever you call that...Well, I hope you enjoy the start of the end of the week. I'll be playing volleyball all day long tomorrow. I wonder what Zeus will be doing...

Fracture (40)

I like movies. I like going to the cinema. I like popcorn. So, naturally, I open the paper every Thrusday and look and all the new flics that come out that day and go "I wanna see this, oh, and this, and that one yadda yadda yadda". But I never see any of those movies. I just never have the bucks or the right company or whatever.

But last Wednesday I watched a thriller. I never go to the movies to see thrillers. I just don´t. But I did. Me, myself and two friends went to see Anthony Hopkins (and Ryan Gosling) being reeeeeally smart. Being the horrible person I am, I expected general shallowness which a touch of good acting. So there I am, wondering where Anthony Hopkins is from (Scottland? Wales?) and realize: hey, this is actually a good movie! There was a plot, good actors, a cute guy, good dialogues and even subtlety! I was positively surprised. I might even review it.

Now to something completely different: Did you know that there s gonna be a Beowulf movie? AGAIN? Gerard Butler did a great job being the norse superhero, he really did, and now Hollywood decided "Hey, someone not us made a good movie! Let´s do the same one again just with more budget and celebs and WORSE!". Anthony Hopkins, Angelina Jolie blablabla...Just pisses me off.

It's like, uh, a quote, ya know.

I'm going Lebowski on your ass, man...


Walter Sobchak: Smokey, this is not 'Nam. This is bowling. There are rules.

The Dude: Let me explain something to you; I am not Mr. Lebowski. You're Mr. Lebowski. I'm the Dude. So that's what you call me. You know, that or uh, His Dudeness, or uh, Duder, or El Duderino if you're not into the whole brevity thing.

Maude Lebowski: What do you do for recreation?
The Dude: Oh, the usual. I bowl. Drive around. The occasional acid flashback.

The Dude: Hey careful man there's a beverage here.

Walter: Am I wrong?
The Dude: No, you're not wrong.
Walter: Am I wrong?
The Dude: You're not wrong Walter, you're just an asshole.
Walter: Okay then.

Coffee With Two Sugars and A Soul Please

So, don't call me Bree. I've spent my week being boring and not doing any of the things I told myself I had to do two weeks ago. So I'm back to normal, meaning I read and watch TV instead of cherishing the gruesomely sunny weather. The balance of the Universe is restored.

Question: Why are they only two kinds of Starbucks baristas? There are the super friendly ones who are made of like 40% water and 60% coffee, and then there are the really grumpy ones. If you don't tell them what you want exactly 0.3 seconds after they've greeted you in that morons-like-you-bore-me tone, they just give you that icy glare. I mean, why can't there be like medium nice baristas, and extra nice baristas. That way, my chances of not feeling guilty after needing like 1.2 seconds to decide what I'll take, would be a lot slimmer. And I'd be more inclined to tip. I wonder if being a Starbucks barista is a crappy job. I totally dig the fact that you spend like eight hours a day around coffee. (You see, I like coffee, I wanna marry coffee...). How much does a barista earn? I'd be like the greatest Starbucks barista ever. I could be so phony the fake friendliness would be oozing out of my ears. Just kidding. I would, of course, be friendly out of the pure goodness of my heart (for which I am known...). Maybe you lose you soul if you've worked at Starbucks long enough.

Call Me Bree

I've mutated into a housewife. I get up at eight sharp, eat breakfast, fix my hair, tidy up my room, get dressed, pack my things, go get coffee, get groceries, tidy up some more at other peoples places for different reasons, get home, make dinner, wash the dishes, get in my pj, tidy up my room, make "To Do" lists for the next day, worry about school, read five chapters and fall asleep reading at midnight. Emily Brontë turned me into a 2007 Nelly, who does things because she ought to. I forgot how to not do things I'm supposed to do. I've got plans for every day this week. And not one of them involves being with friends or doing something generally regarded as fun. No: I'm friggin' Bree. Which reminds me that I have to recolor my hair, the red is fading into mahagony nothingness. And I need to dust my jewelry box. And I want to buy seedlings. And a straw hat like Johnny Depp. Spending the whole day vacuum cleaning and shopping for groceries makes me feel totally Amish cause I'm spending so little time with my PC.

Personality Disorder I

Found this great link on some random blogg I clicked. I'm not sure this is really true, but hey, I've heard worse about me.




***You May Be a Bit Borderline...***


Your mood swings make a roller coaster look tame!
When you're up, you're a little bit crazy...
And when you're down, your whole world is crashing
Scary thing is, these moods can change by the minute!


What Personality Disorder Are You?
http://www.blogthings.com/whatpersonalitydisorderareyouquiz/

Mrs. Fantastico

I'm not a cat person. I like cats, but I'm not a cat person. I like dogs, too. But we have cats. And I tend to talk about my cats kinda often. But that's because my cats are reeeealy weird.

Kitty (short for Mrs. Kitty Fantastico), for instance, is a very strange cat. Since our other cat Miou-Miou suddenly jumped her and tried to kill her, she lives in my room. She's a good roomie, you know, never leaves a mess, I never find any empty beer cans lying around and she's quiet most of the time. But the other day, I woke up in the middle of the night and there she was, sitting next to me, just staring at me. She didn't move. Her yellow eyes were fixed on me and I felt like she had something to say. I have no idea what, though, coz I don't speak cat, but I think she was trying to scare me. She's probably trying to get rid of me. She also does this thing, where she gets up and leaves as soon as I get near her. Or when I'm in the shower, she starts meowing, like she needs to get in the bathroom right that moment or she'll pee in my shoes. But I'm not budging. I even thought about some payback for all those times I got out of the shower with shampooed hair just to open the frigging bathroom door for her: I'm going to get up in the middle of the night, when she's sleeping and I'm just going to stare at her. I'll make some noise so she wakes up and sees me, staring. Vengeance will be mine.

"You can't help that. We're all mad here." - The Cheshire Cat