1. Gavin Hood's Wolverine Movie was strangely passionless and poorly written, therefore disappointing and boring. One would think that after conveying strongest emotion and telling epic stories just through facial expression and gazing in "Tsotsi", Hood could make Hugh Jackman at least a little bit look like he gives a shit. One is wrong.
2. Broth has nothing to do with Brothel.
3. I quote my sister: "You are great hosts! You're so hostile!". Little benefits for non-mother-tongue-english-speakers. Funtime for linguists. No cross to carry.
4. To the Conservative Party: Take your ads of the air, please. They are a shame. So Ignatieff lived abroad. Who cares? Do you actually think people are stupid and dumb? The time of attack ads, based on nothing but polemics is over. Conservative party, fuck off.
5. Rhubarb Coffee Cake. On saturday I had the pleasure to eat the most amazing rhubarb coffee cake. Home-baked by a very friendly Lady. She was so kind to give me the recipe. Also she's offered rhubarb. I'll take the offer. Man, I am so gonna bake.
6. What not to wear. The TV-Show. I decided to dislike it, for one simple reason: They don't directly tell people they could improve their clothing style, they make fun of them. All the time they laugh and grin and slag them off. Fuck you, Show, for talking bad about those who watch you.
Addendum: Been to a pub friday night. Kept commenting to each other about people and their style for 3 hours in a row. Laughed a lot. Had fun. BUT DON'T FUCKING DO IT ON TV!
7. Molson Exel contains 0.5% alcohol and almost tastes likes what they call beer here. Right now I have no other choice. Molson Exel, just for the fact that I can buy you right here in the convienience store at 11 PM: I love you.
8. Wrote a North-American-Continent-Style-Resume today. One page. Makes me feel good.
9. Have a craving for frozen pizza. Must find frozen pizza this week.
10. Saw a Hooters today. I am kind of curious now about the concept of big-boobed waitresses serving food for real men. Maybe I should go there and check it out. Unreal.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
How to make Pizza Sauce
First things first: I'm gonna talk about teaspoons and tablespoons here. But be aware that the spoons I'm talking about are the ones one actually can eat with, not the weirdo-looking-only-for-measurement-ones that are popular in this country.
The sauce itself is simple:
You need:
1 small can of tomato paste (the cheapest you can find)
1 medium sized onion (the can of tomato paste should not feel intimidated by it)
some garlic, two cloves maybe, or three, or four, or one, or none
a whole lot of pepper, colour doesn't matter
a whole lot of italian seasoning or thyme & oregano & basil
approx. one teaspoon of salt
one tablespoon of sugar
a big splash olive oil
Then:
Take a nice pot, heat the olive oil, throw in diced onion and fry 'em nice and golden.
Add tomato paste and some water (1/3 tomato paste can). More if you like the result to be more liquid. Stir in salt, pepper, sugar, spices and garlic (pressed or cut into really small pieces).
Try it.
Tastes boring? More salt and pepper should do the trick.
Tastes hot and boring? You forgot the sugar.
Keep adding spices you find in your kitchen to your liking until taste is acceptable.
Bring mixture to a boil, then remove from heat and allow to cool.
That's it.
Tomorrow:
Tales about broth in brothels and hostile hosts. Good night.
The sauce itself is simple:
You need:
1 small can of tomato paste (the cheapest you can find)
1 medium sized onion (the can of tomato paste should not feel intimidated by it)
some garlic, two cloves maybe, or three, or four, or one, or none
a whole lot of pepper, colour doesn't matter
a whole lot of italian seasoning or thyme & oregano & basil
approx. one teaspoon of salt
one tablespoon of sugar
a big splash olive oil
Then:
Take a nice pot, heat the olive oil, throw in diced onion and fry 'em nice and golden.
Add tomato paste and some water (1/3 tomato paste can). More if you like the result to be more liquid. Stir in salt, pepper, sugar, spices and garlic (pressed or cut into really small pieces).
Try it.
Tastes boring? More salt and pepper should do the trick.
Tastes hot and boring? You forgot the sugar.
Keep adding spices you find in your kitchen to your liking until taste is acceptable.
Bring mixture to a boil, then remove from heat and allow to cool.
That's it.
Tomorrow:
Tales about broth in brothels and hostile hosts. Good night.
Friday, May 29, 2009
On the 14th floor
I am currently living in a Hotel, which is both good & bad. I won't go into details right now, because there's something else: We are on the 14th floor.
Nothing special about that, so it seems, but: There is no 13th floor. It goes straight from 12 to 14. Of course most people are familiar with that, most hotels do that, for reasons of superstition. It's a common thing, they either omit 13, or give it a different name like 12A or M or put it to other use like storage etc.
But: Given the fact they skipped 13 as they did here in my hotel, if you count from the ground up, is not the 14th floor acutally the 13th floor?
Yes, it is.
I live on the 13th floor.
So what are the consequences of that?
For example:
- The friendly housekeeping lady assigned to the floor is actually an evil demon from the outskirts of hell, you know the part where the immigrated minority cummunity gets tortured.
- the number of suicides is way higher than on any other floor, also suicidal people are more creative in the art of killing themselves. Boring things like managing to open a window and jump out or throwing the hair dryer into the bathtub while sitting in it or hanging themselves on a doorknob they won't even consider.
- the number of non suicidal death is way higher then on any other floor: Mass murderers and other serial killer types frequently find ways to circumvent security systems and perform their art on the innocent guests.
- all the secret laboratories are actually right next door.
- Kennedy's assasination was planned right in this very room.
- 9/11 was planned here, too. This is actually Bin Laden's cave.
-...
What does this mean for me?
I will from now on be extra careful. I will keep my eyes and ears open.
Oh, hold on, there's somebody at the door.
What? Room service?
I didn't order any roo---
Nothing special about that, so it seems, but: There is no 13th floor. It goes straight from 12 to 14. Of course most people are familiar with that, most hotels do that, for reasons of superstition. It's a common thing, they either omit 13, or give it a different name like 12A or M or put it to other use like storage etc.
But: Given the fact they skipped 13 as they did here in my hotel, if you count from the ground up, is not the 14th floor acutally the 13th floor?
Yes, it is.
I live on the 13th floor.
So what are the consequences of that?
For example:
- The friendly housekeeping lady assigned to the floor is actually an evil demon from the outskirts of hell, you know the part where the immigrated minority cummunity gets tortured.
- the number of suicides is way higher than on any other floor, also suicidal people are more creative in the art of killing themselves. Boring things like managing to open a window and jump out or throwing the hair dryer into the bathtub while sitting in it or hanging themselves on a doorknob they won't even consider.
- the number of non suicidal death is way higher then on any other floor: Mass murderers and other serial killer types frequently find ways to circumvent security systems and perform their art on the innocent guests.
- all the secret laboratories are actually right next door.
- Kennedy's assasination was planned right in this very room.
- 9/11 was planned here, too. This is actually Bin Laden's cave.
-...
What does this mean for me?
I will from now on be extra careful. I will keep my eyes and ears open.
Oh, hold on, there's somebody at the door.
What? Room service?
I didn't order any roo---
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Run, Forrest, Run!
All of a sudden and in the light of a new dawn I feel the strong urge to delete my blog. What's the point in blogging? I want to disappear among those who aren't connected! Let me be a part of the crowd in control of who's reading their mind. Oh, the paradox! Great Scott!
I have to stay.
Why?
This thing is obviously about me and how I perceive the world. What else could interest me more?
And what's the point in writing stuff/blog/diary if no-one ever reads it?
I wonder if these thoughts are popular among those who begin blogging.
10 CLS
20 PRINT "HELLO WORLD!"
30 INPUT "DO YOU WANT TO PROCEED? y/n" ;ANSWER
40 IF ANSWER="y" GOTO 20 ELSE GOTO 50
50 PRINT "OOPS! WRONG GUESS!"
60 GOTO 20
RUN.
I have to stay.
Why?
This thing is obviously about me and how I perceive the world. What else could interest me more?
And what's the point in writing stuff/blog/diary if no-one ever reads it?
I wonder if these thoughts are popular among those who begin blogging.
10 CLS
20 PRINT "HELLO WORLD!"
30 INPUT "DO YOU WANT TO PROCEED? y/n" ;ANSWER
40 IF ANSWER="y" GOTO 20 ELSE GOTO 50
50 PRINT "OOPS! WRONG GUESS!"
60 GOTO 20
RUN.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Second posting on the first day
Opinion about movies I saw recently:
Terminator Salvation sucks big time. Reason: Skynet doesn't kill off Kyle Reese.
Angels & Demons is as boring as Da Vinci Code. Reason: Ron Howard is indeed a hack. Tom Hanks can't pull off Robert Langdon.
J.J. Adams' StarTrek rocks. Reason: Cast.
Opinion about sitting on the cold bathroom floor while writing this:
It's ok. I wish the floor was softer. I should fold a towel and sit on it. Reason: Being considerate is a virtue. I like believing I have virtues. And style. I like style.
Questionable theory:
Last week I was looking at a fashion magazine, you know the ones with all the full page ads in them. Ads that depict beautifully photographed models. Naked, half dressed, in pretty clothes etc.
However, if you ever find yourself bored: Find out what goes on in their heads! They're not thinking about fashion. Or cupcakes. Or Australia or whatever. No.
Look at those full page ads and follow the gaze of the models. They either look at something outside the picture or directly at you. According to my theory what goes on in their heads goes back to the more physical and most ancient activities of human beings.
When they look at something outside the picture, they look at Cock. Usually longingly. When they look at you, the viewer/reader, they either think of Cock they've looked at just a moment ago or they think: I am ready for Cock.
I'm serious. Go grab a fashion magazine and check for yourself.
ps: I hope it's okay to use words like Fuck and Cock.
Terminator Salvation sucks big time. Reason: Skynet doesn't kill off Kyle Reese.
Angels & Demons is as boring as Da Vinci Code. Reason: Ron Howard is indeed a hack. Tom Hanks can't pull off Robert Langdon.
J.J. Adams' StarTrek rocks. Reason: Cast.
Opinion about sitting on the cold bathroom floor while writing this:
It's ok. I wish the floor was softer. I should fold a towel and sit on it. Reason: Being considerate is a virtue. I like believing I have virtues. And style. I like style.
Questionable theory:
Last week I was looking at a fashion magazine, you know the ones with all the full page ads in them. Ads that depict beautifully photographed models. Naked, half dressed, in pretty clothes etc.
However, if you ever find yourself bored: Find out what goes on in their heads! They're not thinking about fashion. Or cupcakes. Or Australia or whatever. No.
Look at those full page ads and follow the gaze of the models. They either look at something outside the picture or directly at you. According to my theory what goes on in their heads goes back to the more physical and most ancient activities of human beings.
When they look at something outside the picture, they look at Cock. Usually longingly. When they look at you, the viewer/reader, they either think of Cock they've looked at just a moment ago or they think: I am ready for Cock.
I'm serious. Go grab a fashion magazine and check for yourself.
ps: I hope it's okay to use words like Fuck and Cock.
Things I had to do today
Good evening.
For some reason I've decided to have my own blog.
This is my first entry, this is also my very first very own Blog. That is why I am gonna steal a lot of ideas from the only other blog I sometimes (when I am bored) maybe (if I remember) read. I often find it enjoyable, especially when it becomes very very black and on the point in what it doesn't mention. The link is on the right.
I don't even really believe in blogging and the whole other internet-based social stuff. I hate Twitter:
"xyz: making coffee"
"xyz: putting cream into the freshly made coffee"
"xyz: actually drinking the coffee"
"xyz lets out a yawn"
Honestly: Who gives a fuck?
I deleted my facebook profile today (happy "deactivating - and when you come back it'll be just like before". Fuck you facebook. I am not coming back. They hide the delete button behind the tiny little help link in the lower right corner).
I deleted it because I do not believe that throwing information about my life out there like a bone and then wait for reactions is about friendship.
Thumbs up - Hendrik likes this.
So I am writing blog now.
Maybe someone will react to it.
Wouldn't that be cool?
I guess.
Email so far serves my friendships - although certain friends of mine do not answer back. Suckers. Hey! Answer back, Germans! Apropos Germans. I also deleted my studivz profile.
But back to the topic at hand.
Things I had to do today. It may be true that "things I have to do tomorrow" may be somewhat more exciting, but honestly: I do not have anything to do tomorrow, only cooking, and that hardly qualifies.
On second thought: It does.
Today I had to do:
- find out about accomodation for next week monday to friday because it's not covered
- call the guy about the cash
- think of something to eat for mid-day-meal tomorrow and buy it
- make food
Today I
- arranged to stay in the same Hotel and booked it
- called the guy, everything is alright
- went to the food store in the basement of The Bay and decided: Chili, but somewhat weird, because I only have a kind of smallish pot here
- made beef steak italiano with potatoes and beans
- bought bread with caraway in it, now we have to eat it
- started looking for wrap-around sunglasses
- went to the 29th floor of a building in town to enjoy the view of the City. Very friendly people in that building, they temporarily gave me security-clearance
- and I took some pictures of some weird summer/winter-solstice-thingy in a park nearby to use it as some kind of mind-altering-machinery (for those who remember ZakMcKracken: The pyramid).
There.
For some reason I've decided to have my own blog.
This is my first entry, this is also my very first very own Blog. That is why I am gonna steal a lot of ideas from the only other blog I sometimes (when I am bored) maybe (if I remember) read. I often find it enjoyable, especially when it becomes very very black and on the point in what it doesn't mention. The link is on the right.
I don't even really believe in blogging and the whole other internet-based social stuff. I hate Twitter:
"xyz: making coffee"
"xyz: putting cream into the freshly made coffee"
"xyz: actually drinking the coffee"
"xyz lets out a yawn"
Honestly: Who gives a fuck?
I deleted my facebook profile today (happy "deactivating - and when you come back it'll be just like before". Fuck you facebook. I am not coming back. They hide the delete button behind the tiny little help link in the lower right corner).
I deleted it because I do not believe that throwing information about my life out there like a bone and then wait for reactions is about friendship.
Thumbs up - Hendrik likes this.
So I am writing blog now.
Maybe someone will react to it.
Wouldn't that be cool?
I guess.
Email so far serves my friendships - although certain friends of mine do not answer back. Suckers. Hey! Answer back, Germans! Apropos Germans. I also deleted my studivz profile.
But back to the topic at hand.
Things I had to do today. It may be true that "things I have to do tomorrow" may be somewhat more exciting, but honestly: I do not have anything to do tomorrow, only cooking, and that hardly qualifies.
On second thought: It does.
Today I had to do:
- find out about accomodation for next week monday to friday because it's not covered
- call the guy about the cash
- think of something to eat for mid-day-meal tomorrow and buy it
- make food
Today I
- arranged to stay in the same Hotel and booked it
- called the guy, everything is alright
- went to the food store in the basement of The Bay and decided: Chili, but somewhat weird, because I only have a kind of smallish pot here
- made beef steak italiano with potatoes and beans
- bought bread with caraway in it, now we have to eat it
- started looking for wrap-around sunglasses
- went to the 29th floor of a building in town to enjoy the view of the City. Very friendly people in that building, they temporarily gave me security-clearance
- and I took some pictures of some weird summer/winter-solstice-thingy in a park nearby to use it as some kind of mind-altering-machinery (for those who remember ZakMcKracken: The pyramid).
There.
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