There is good country music and there is bad country music. Good country music follows along the general toppics wife (or lover), truck, dog, and respectively the loss of wife, truck and dog.
I can listen to that kind of country.
It has certain almost honest feel about it.
Bad country follows the general theme of daddy loves his truck with his hand on his heart in front of the American flag while watching his daughter grow up too quickly. I think they actually refer to it as Nu-Country.
Why am I telling you this?
On monday at work somebody had turned on some kind of Nashville Country Station. They kept playing the same songs over and over and in between songs anncounced upcoming guest DJ's, actual country musicians, who would then play their 'favourite' tunes, but in the end kept playing the same shitty songs over and over.
Songs about lollypops stuck forgotten on the sofa. About nothing's sweeter then American honey. About if you're not down with his redneck crowd you can kiss his country ass.
Well, nu-country, you can suck my country cock.
Seriously, I almost got ear cancer from that shit.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Monday, March 1, 2010
This Post Is Dedicated To
the one and only
Sammy McLongson from the Hunting Rock'n'Tocks.
Way to go, Sammy!
Sammy McLongson from the Hunting Rock'n'Tocks.
Way to go, Sammy!
Friday, February 26, 2010
Please Listen To Those Whose Voice Is Not Listened To
There's been a lot of talk about intelligence in animals lately. Dolphins recognize themselves in mirrors, chimpanzees use tools, Orcas eat their trainer.
But nobody talks about the most intelligent animal out there, a bird that has even managed to learn human language (English), and speaks it comprehensibly, albeit with a slight accent.
Yet nobody listens.
For centuries at least these poor creatures have been begging for more education, and I predicate here and now that they have even managed to learn how to read.
I am of course talking about the chicken.
You heard me.
The chicken.
What is the only thing chickens always say?
That's right:
"Book!" "Booak! Bookbookbook!"
They are calling for education! So please, for the sake of every moral and ethical invention humans have made, give the chickens printed materials! Newspapers, books, flyers, magazines, mail-order-catalogues, restaurant menues, TV manuals... it doesn't matter what, as long it can be read.
Thank you.
The chickens will be eternally grateful.
But nobody talks about the most intelligent animal out there, a bird that has even managed to learn human language (English), and speaks it comprehensibly, albeit with a slight accent.
Yet nobody listens.
For centuries at least these poor creatures have been begging for more education, and I predicate here and now that they have even managed to learn how to read.
I am of course talking about the chicken.
You heard me.
The chicken.
What is the only thing chickens always say?
That's right:
"Book!" "Booak! Bookbookbook!"
They are calling for education! So please, for the sake of every moral and ethical invention humans have made, give the chickens printed materials! Newspapers, books, flyers, magazines, mail-order-catalogues, restaurant menues, TV manuals... it doesn't matter what, as long it can be read.
Thank you.
The chickens will be eternally grateful.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Day Off
Today I had a day off.
Yesterday I worked all day, most of the time moving displays of products to different locations within the store. (This is according to the idea: If it doesn't sell here, it'll sell over there.)
At least until the store had to close temporarily because things that were supposed to go down the drains suddenly decided to go up instead, causing a number of small floodings and a disgusting smell. No poo, though, but a lot of stinking water and something brown and gooey. Probably grease from the in-store fast food restaurant.
The men armed themselves with buckets and mops to fight the floodings, the smell was neutralised with air fresheners, plumbers were called in. Two hours later the store re-opened.
Cause for the incident: So far unknown. To me, that is, but how would I know, after all I had a day off today.
That reminds me of Whitney Houston. Poor Whitney.
Maybe it's time to watch Bodyguard again. See Kevin Costner jump out of the window into Oregon's snow, trying to shoot Portman with his eyes closed. And then dream a bit to the Saxophone solo of "I will always love you".
Uaha. *shaking myself*
Something unrelated: Almost empty Nutella jars have been accumulating in the cupboard over the past months. So since I had a day off today, I thought I might as well get rid of them.
I rinsed out the Nutella jars with a mix of brewed coffee and milk, mixed about one tablespoon (that was all I had left) of cocoa powder into the result and then I used that mixture to bake a chocolate cake.
Yeah, a lot of mixing was going on here.
The cake looks like this and turned out to be very delicious.
(chocolate cake)
Yesterday I worked all day, most of the time moving displays of products to different locations within the store. (This is according to the idea: If it doesn't sell here, it'll sell over there.)
At least until the store had to close temporarily because things that were supposed to go down the drains suddenly decided to go up instead, causing a number of small floodings and a disgusting smell. No poo, though, but a lot of stinking water and something brown and gooey. Probably grease from the in-store fast food restaurant.
The men armed themselves with buckets and mops to fight the floodings, the smell was neutralised with air fresheners, plumbers were called in. Two hours later the store re-opened.
Cause for the incident: So far unknown. To me, that is, but how would I know, after all I had a day off today.
That reminds me of Whitney Houston. Poor Whitney.
Maybe it's time to watch Bodyguard again. See Kevin Costner jump out of the window into Oregon's snow, trying to shoot Portman with his eyes closed. And then dream a bit to the Saxophone solo of "I will always love you".
Uaha. *shaking myself*
Something unrelated: Almost empty Nutella jars have been accumulating in the cupboard over the past months. So since I had a day off today, I thought I might as well get rid of them.
I rinsed out the Nutella jars with a mix of brewed coffee and milk, mixed about one tablespoon (that was all I had left) of cocoa powder into the result and then I used that mixture to bake a chocolate cake.
Yeah, a lot of mixing was going on here.
The cake looks like this and turned out to be very delicious.
(chocolate cake)Monday, February 22, 2010
Die Hardest
I just saw an interview with Bruce Willis, he said they may make Die Hard 5 next year.
So far, that's good. I'm totally game for another John McLane movie. Just don't let Len Wiseman anywhere near it. Let McTiernan do it.
On a more disappointing note Bruce Willis also said that he would hire Wiseman again, and that going "worldwide" would be the thing to do.
Personally I think an actor could be a little more thankful towards the character that made him fuckloads of cash. I think Bruce Willis just lost 3 points on my finger scale.
On the other hand he's right saying it's all just illusion anyway, so why give a fuck?
Sometimes I question all the entertainment we consume: more or less senseless books, novels, games, shows, movies, songs, symphonies, plays etc - it just keeps our minds busy so we don't go crazy. Despite what Marx said, you can't work all the time. But you can't fuck, eat or sleep all the time either, there's still day left. Ideally we would have to be creating things whenever we can, something that lasts. Or would we? Why create something, if no one cares to consume it?
That reminds me of Jean Luc Picard, another fictional character, who believes we could always just "better ourselves". It's probably easier if you're part of a rank-based military organisation, though. It's probably easiest if you're not real.
So we extract meaning from what doesn't exist, and we pay money for what doesn't exist, and give time for what doesn't exist, and we gladly overlook the fact that the nice music we listen to is nothing but noise.
And what it does for us is all individually different. Or at least it's supposed to be (or is it?), usually it is more mass-reception-streamlined. Good thing everybody buys big fucking tv's to bring some meaning to their lives.
Uh oh, I don't really wanna go there. Next would be the apparent need for story.
I still like watching 24, I particularily enjoy how skillfully I am manipulated. It even works when blatantly obvious.
Finally: Yes, it's also okay to make Indy 5. And yes, it's gonna suck the big hard one. And yes, people are gonna pay to see it anyway. And yes, I'll be one of them.
It fills the gaps so nicely between eating, fucking, sleeping and working.
So far, that's good. I'm totally game for another John McLane movie. Just don't let Len Wiseman anywhere near it. Let McTiernan do it.
On a more disappointing note Bruce Willis also said that he would hire Wiseman again, and that going "worldwide" would be the thing to do.
Personally I think an actor could be a little more thankful towards the character that made him fuckloads of cash. I think Bruce Willis just lost 3 points on my finger scale.
On the other hand he's right saying it's all just illusion anyway, so why give a fuck?
Sometimes I question all the entertainment we consume: more or less senseless books, novels, games, shows, movies, songs, symphonies, plays etc - it just keeps our minds busy so we don't go crazy. Despite what Marx said, you can't work all the time. But you can't fuck, eat or sleep all the time either, there's still day left. Ideally we would have to be creating things whenever we can, something that lasts. Or would we? Why create something, if no one cares to consume it?
That reminds me of Jean Luc Picard, another fictional character, who believes we could always just "better ourselves". It's probably easier if you're part of a rank-based military organisation, though. It's probably easiest if you're not real.
So we extract meaning from what doesn't exist, and we pay money for what doesn't exist, and give time for what doesn't exist, and we gladly overlook the fact that the nice music we listen to is nothing but noise.
And what it does for us is all individually different. Or at least it's supposed to be (or is it?), usually it is more mass-reception-streamlined. Good thing everybody buys big fucking tv's to bring some meaning to their lives.
Uh oh, I don't really wanna go there. Next would be the apparent need for story.
I still like watching 24, I particularily enjoy how skillfully I am manipulated. It even works when blatantly obvious.
Finally: Yes, it's also okay to make Indy 5. And yes, it's gonna suck the big hard one. And yes, people are gonna pay to see it anyway. And yes, I'll be one of them.
It fills the gaps so nicely between eating, fucking, sleeping and working.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
Extra Excitement Post
Fuck, I'm excited!
Not because of post 200 (this one).
It's because of what happend in post 199.
As a side effect I am not tired anymore. I was about to go to bed when I started writing the previous post. No I'm all stirred up again.
Not because of post 200 (this one).
It's because of what happend in post 199.
As a side effect I am not tired anymore. I was about to go to bed when I started writing the previous post. No I'm all stirred up again.
Royal Albert Hall
I think the best piece of music Ennio Morricone ever wrote is the one for "A Fistful Of Dynamite" (original title "Giù la testa"). I could listen to it all the time. What a choir.
Which reminds me of the only downside of breaking up with one of my past girlfriends. Breaking up with her about 3 years ago ultimately robbed me of the chance of seeing Ennio Morricone live, because the whole lenghty process of dumping her drove from my mind the notion of attending the concert in Paris.
Perhaps the chance will present itself again. Unlikely though, with 1 show every two years. Also the man is over 80.
let's check online...
FUCK ME!
THERE IS GONNA BE A CONCERT ON APRIL 10 IN LONDON!
I'm buying tickets.
No, I have to wake up my wife first!
And I have to call my good friend in Berlin, who for sure wants to come, too!
Fuck, I don't have his number anymore. I can't call him!
And I can't wake my wife! Too complicated.
I'll tell her in the morning: We're going to LONDON!
UNDERSTAND: IT MUST BE NOW!
If I wanna go, I have to act now, or it will be sold out!
I'm buying tickets.
wow
I can't believe I'm doing this!
IT'S DONE.
We're going to see Ennio Morricone, Live At The Royal Albert Hall!
Fuck me, life is good.
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Given that I had planned to write about my workday and only started with Ennio because on a whim I decided to listen to his music while posting, this half hour's development is pretty exciting.
Which reminds me of the only downside of breaking up with one of my past girlfriends. Breaking up with her about 3 years ago ultimately robbed me of the chance of seeing Ennio Morricone live, because the whole lenghty process of dumping her drove from my mind the notion of attending the concert in Paris.
Perhaps the chance will present itself again. Unlikely though, with 1 show every two years. Also the man is over 80.
let's check online...
FUCK ME!
THERE IS GONNA BE A CONCERT ON APRIL 10 IN LONDON!
I'm buying tickets.
No, I have to wake up my wife first!
And I have to call my good friend in Berlin, who for sure wants to come, too!
Fuck, I don't have his number anymore. I can't call him!
And I can't wake my wife! Too complicated.
I'll tell her in the morning: We're going to LONDON!
UNDERSTAND: IT MUST BE NOW!
If I wanna go, I have to act now, or it will be sold out!
I'm buying tickets.
wow
I can't believe I'm doing this!
IT'S DONE.
We're going to see Ennio Morricone, Live At The Royal Albert Hall!
Fuck me, life is good.
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Given that I had planned to write about my workday and only started with Ennio because on a whim I decided to listen to his music while posting, this half hour's development is pretty exciting.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Re-Wire
To be honest, that picture of me in the last post doesn't look good at all. But I like my face, so it's no surprise in my rare spare time I took that picture and altered it a bit.
(me)
Today was also a workday. I mostly spent it reorganizing footwear on shelves. Throughout the day in order to get used to the new spectacles my brain kept re-wiring itself, resulting in some kind of slowly spreading headache. But fortunately we live in modern times, so a few pills took care of that.
I wonder if I can get away with shaving only once a week.
(me)Today was also a workday. I mostly spent it reorganizing footwear on shelves. Throughout the day in order to get used to the new spectacles my brain kept re-wiring itself, resulting in some kind of slowly spreading headache. But fortunately we live in modern times, so a few pills took care of that.
I wonder if I can get away with shaving only once a week.
Monday, February 15, 2010
What Light
There's this show on TV where women go and pick out these horrible expensice wedding dresses, and they go all crazy about them and they love them so much, and when they come back 6 months later for final fitting they remember them differently and go all crazy because for sure that's not the dress they picked, and it takes forever for the store people to convince them that indeed it is the dress they chose.
Well, my new glasses arrived today and I remembered them differently.
And as it always is with new glasses: I'm gonna have to get used to them, both vision- and stylewise.
But it feels awesome to look through unscratched lenses again, it's as if I suddenly have HD vision.
(me)
By the way, I've altered some default comment options somewhere, now everyone is allowed to post comments here. No account etc necessary. Isn't that something.
Well, my new glasses arrived today and I remembered them differently.
And as it always is with new glasses: I'm gonna have to get used to them, both vision- and stylewise.
But it feels awesome to look through unscratched lenses again, it's as if I suddenly have HD vision.
(me)By the way, I've altered some default comment options somewhere, now everyone is allowed to post comments here. No account etc necessary. Isn't that something.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
The Little Hunger
Since evening meal (pizza and salad), or better: Since 9 PM a constant hunger for food has taken control over me.
I have so far eaten:
(in order of devourment)
- 1 orange
- half a big bowl of tunafish salad with 1 slice of bread
- 3 slices of bread with Nutella
- 1 glass of peach juice
So far there seems to be no effect.
I do not feel unhungry yet.
So right now I am just about to start on half a bag of potato chips (flavour: barbecue).
Should I be concerned?
I have so far eaten:
(in order of devourment)
- 1 orange
- half a big bowl of tunafish salad with 1 slice of bread
- 3 slices of bread with Nutella
- 1 glass of peach juice
So far there seems to be no effect.
I do not feel unhungry yet.
So right now I am just about to start on half a bag of potato chips (flavour: barbecue).
Should I be concerned?
Disappointed
Today is saturday. Well, already sunday.
I must say I am a little disappointed. I made this accurate awesome map and I wrote this awesome long post about my travels to the Town, which therefore is based on a true story and even has cops with flashlights in it and an over the top description of the sunset and almost a minute by minute account of what has really happened and still leaves lots of room for imagination, and all I harvest for it are two comments of which one I wrote myself.
Such a long post, such an exciting adventure, and only one single comment.
Isn't that disappointing?
I admit there are other things in this world that are also disappointing. Percy Jackson for example (first impression after 2 pages of book 1: HP rip off). Or the fact, that the 4 chiefs were late for the opening ceremony of the Olympics (I don't believe it). Or how Canada presented itself all multicultural with having all these Indians dance for 2 hours and with having everything said in French first.
Or that I just can't find pants that fit in this country and that I tried to fix the pants I have today, basically making one whole pants out of two full of holes, an undertaking which didn't succeed because of lack of sewing supplies. I found that particularily disappointing.
And yesterday I purchased Valentine's Day candy for my wife, basically a longish box with a rose on it, and a Ferrero Rocher logo. So I thought: Cool, a rose made of chocolate flavoured like Ferrero Rocher! And I bought it. But there were only plain Ferrero Rochers in it. Imagine my negative surprise! I had envisioned my wife and me biting petals off the Ferrero Rocher flavoured candy rose together! And then plain Rochers. How boring, and still overfull from Christmas I am with them!
(But I ate all of them anyway.)
And this coming monday apparently is a holiday in these parts. That's not really disappointing, though.
I must say I am a little disappointed. I made this accurate awesome map and I wrote this awesome long post about my travels to the Town, which therefore is based on a true story and even has cops with flashlights in it and an over the top description of the sunset and almost a minute by minute account of what has really happened and still leaves lots of room for imagination, and all I harvest for it are two comments of which one I wrote myself.
Such a long post, such an exciting adventure, and only one single comment.
Isn't that disappointing?
I admit there are other things in this world that are also disappointing. Percy Jackson for example (first impression after 2 pages of book 1: HP rip off). Or the fact, that the 4 chiefs were late for the opening ceremony of the Olympics (I don't believe it). Or how Canada presented itself all multicultural with having all these Indians dance for 2 hours and with having everything said in French first.
Or that I just can't find pants that fit in this country and that I tried to fix the pants I have today, basically making one whole pants out of two full of holes, an undertaking which didn't succeed because of lack of sewing supplies. I found that particularily disappointing.
And yesterday I purchased Valentine's Day candy for my wife, basically a longish box with a rose on it, and a Ferrero Rocher logo. So I thought: Cool, a rose made of chocolate flavoured like Ferrero Rocher! And I bought it. But there were only plain Ferrero Rochers in it. Imagine my negative surprise! I had envisioned my wife and me biting petals off the Ferrero Rocher flavoured candy rose together! And then plain Rochers. How boring, and still overfull from Christmas I am with them!
(But I ate all of them anyway.)
And this coming monday apparently is a holiday in these parts. That's not really disappointing, though.
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