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So yesterday there was some kind of turkish parade\protest\rally…it was basically about 300 people chanting and waving turkish flags while walking past the tourists on the zeil. It was rather disappointing…I think they really need to take lessons from the student communists\anarchists or whatever they are and have some music and flashing lights during their parades…maybe they can all play music on their cell phones as they’re marching or something…or take some lessons from the rioters in Spew-gene (home of the fightin’ ucks) and just burn down some vehicles or something…

now that I’m thinking about it…I don’t know of any turkish people at work…I guess that’s the question of the day…do Germans dislike italians or turks more?

and now that I’m thinking about italians…a colleague told me why she dislikes Italians (as it seems many germans do).

“they’re loud and obnoxious…sort of like americans…”

I can see that…in addition I would say they are ultra competitive…Moreso than americans even…Not sure why though (as I’ve said before), I like every italian I’ve met…so far…

and now that I’m thinking about it

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Phil: I like Sanne way more than I like you…
Me: I know….me too…

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Because of the flu I stayed in last night…didn’t sleep very well but still woke up about 6:30…went out on the balcony for a bit…I love the city when the sun is just coming up and there’s not too many people about…it was just me, a busload of asians, and the italians setting up tables at the restaurant below…watched the sun come up and the birds a’twittering…t’was nice.

in case you missed it I just used t’was and a’twittering there…It wasn’t the fact that i got up at 6:30 on a saturday that should tell you I’m an old man, it’s my use of colloquialisms like that…words with apostrophes rock!!! and no I have no idea if the use of apostrophes in those words is correct, but I’m wagering that noone else does either…please don’t look it up and correct me

I’ve lost the CSS battle…from now on every entry will get it’s own font…matt save me…

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Sanne: “that’s not a beard that’s an I tried to shave and ran out of razorblades…”

and finally met 2,0′s gf this week…She shared the story about Eric putting sausage in his mouth…he didn’t seem to recall that moment…

2,0′s a veggo…

Best story of the night

Stephanie: Did you tell him about the nazi cartographer?
2,0: no…So we were in Subway….

at this point I started laughing and stopped listening…cuz the story was all downhill after those two lines…but the two lines are funny…

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sick sick sick…also cold and hungry…sleeping did not come (always the annoying struggle when you have a sore throat if you’ll fall asleep before you have to swallow again…cuz if you swallow then it wakes you up). Have no medicine and no food so unfortunately I have to go out into the world. then quickly come back for another attempted nap.

This weather has me wanting love more tangible.
someone to hold…cuz it’s getting cold.

the Cracker countrysides album is pretty good…On first listen I wasn’t that excited, but listening again I find it incredibly funny….
and my favorite lyrics ever for a 3 minute song (Rev Horton Heat):

Yeeeehaaaa!!!!!
Party!
Get naked!
Buy us beer!
(No/Build/Throw/?) furniture!
Gin ‘n Tonic!
Get naked!

It turns out I have nothing relevant of my own to say so I’m just going to start quoting song lyrics every day…just pretend I wrote them people…

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extry bad is worse than extra bad…focus on something besides the bag…

if I had it in me I would defend Robbie Williams tonight….not because I think she’s relevant, but just to piss Matt off…

and since we all know that if it’s online it must be true….

1) I am a Pundit….(yes i just capitalized Pundit because I am one…)
2) Christy = Ronaldo
3) I’ll write yours if u write mine…
4) Matt likes Christy more than girls….
4a) not implying that there are any particular girls that matt likes more than christy, but even 2,0 likes girls from Minnesota…

I’ve attempted to explain to the 39th oregonian (Vicki in Oregon) that the german beer is not good…especially compared to Oregon…they have purity laws so that I think most german beers have only 4 ingredients…never get a rubinator here people…luckily I can buy british beer at restaurants. that includes Guinness. which is british as we all know…

I am no longer just using candles for light, but also for heat…

Congrats Matt!
I’m not congratulating you for any reason in particular, but behind Matt’s right shoulder is some chick from minnesota…this was during the rugby world cup final…I got to yell Eng Uh Lund a lot….lately it’s my favorite thing to yell…not sure why…

the fosters hat contents are in my bag…

I am wishing I had my mango flavored toothpaste now…almost of out the good stuff so that means I have to make my monthly shopping trip soon…apfelwein etc….what else was I supposed to get?

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2,0: “I played the vibraphone…I also play the Marimba…any melodic percussion instrument really…I used to own a rosewood marimba…”

and in honour of 2,0 http://www.slate.com/id/2176198/

its Jean Claude van Damme…I don’t even like van damme, but the article is funny…here’s a bit:

Jean-Claude’s other limitation, however, has turned out to be impossible to overcome: He can’t act. If that sounds judgmental, then I suggest you watch Universal Soldier, a movie in which both he and Dolph Lundgren play cybernetically enhanced, reanimated corpses. You’d think this was the perfect showcase for Jean-Claude Van Damme, but watching him pit his acting ability against Lundgren’s is like watching one of Jerry’s Kids get in the ring with Mike Tyson. Even as a zombified killing machine, Jean-Claude is clearly out of his depth.

But he’s managed to do a lot with a little. Jean-Claude has three expressions: worried, charming, and doing a split. Of the three, doing a split is the most convincing. Getting crucified in Cyborg? Worried. Disposing of a bomb that could blow up a sacred Muslim shrine and start a jihad in The Order? Really worried. Meeting a spunky lady reporter in any number of movies? Charming. Confronting the hitmen who killed his wife? Do a split.

For a lot of actors, not being able to act would be an obstacle, but Jean-Claude has transformed it into his trademark. Acting? Acting is for weirdos like Forest Whitaker (Bloodsport), Kylie Minogue (Street Fighter), or Kieran Culkin (Nowhere to Run). Jean-Claude is just a normal, average guy, you know? When he fights, he likes to head-butt his opponents and kick them in the nuts, the way normal people fight.

It turns out that Minnesota is in fact 2,0′s GF…geez….

its incredibly cold here (1-2 C) and I realize I am woefully unprepared for winter… last year i just wore sweatshirts all winter, but they are now either worn out or don’t fit so I need some warm clothes…drat…more shopping…

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so today has been productive so far…some clothes…some cleaning supplies…some cleaning…some laundry…some cutting of hair..later some football…then some rugby…

CSS is making me angry…sorry for the bad font and weird formatting…someday I’ll make an effort..

I’m currently admiring the hypocrisy of everything and everyone I’ve ever known. Myself included of course…

Lately I’ve been listening to a lot of Bright Eyes…at the fear of getting comments from Matt I’m going to post some that seem relevant to me…

“Sunrise, Sunset”

Sunrise, sunset.
Sunrise, sunset.
Swiftly go the days.
Sunrise, sunset.
You wake up, then you undress.
It always is the same.
The sunrise and the sunsets.
You are lying while you confess, keep trying to explain.
The sunrise and the sunsets
You realize then you forget what you’ve been trying to retain.
But everybody knows that it is all about the things
that get stuck inside of your head,
like the songs your roommate sings
or a vision of her body as she stretches out on your bed.
She raised her hands in the air, asked you,
When was the last time you looked in the mirror?
Cause you’ve changed.
Yeah, you’ve changed.
Sunrises, sunsets.
You’re hopeful then you regret.
The circle never breaks.
With a sunrise and a sunset there’s a change of heart or address.
Is there nothing that remains?
For a sunrise or a sunset.
You’re manic or you’re depressed.
Will you ever feel ok?
For a sunrise or a sunset, your lover is an actress.
Did you really think she’d stay?
For a sunrise or a sunset.
You’re either coming or you just left but you’re always on the way.
Towards a sunrise or a sunset, a scribble or a sonnet.
They are really just the same.
To the sunrise and the sunset.
The master and his servant have exactly the same fate.
It’s a sunrise and a sunset.
From a cradle to a casket.
There is no way to escape.
The sunrise and the sunset.
Hold your sadness like a puppet, keep putting on the play.
But everything you do is leading to the point
where you just won’t know what to do.
And at that moment you may laugh
but there is someone there who will be laughing louder than you.
So it’s true, the trick is complete.
Become everything you said you never would be.
You’re a fool! You’re a fool!
Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset.
Sunrise and the sunsets.
Sunrise, sunset, sunrises, sunsets.
Sunrise and the sunsets.
Sunrise, sunset.
Go home to your apartment
and put the cassette in the tape deck and let that fever play.
Sunrise, sunset.
Where are you Arienette?
Where are you Arienette?

“Let’s Not Shit Ourselves (To Love And Be Loved)”

Well, the animals laugh from the dark of the wilderness.
A baby cries hard in an apartment complex,
as I pass in a car buried under the influence.
The city’s driving me out of my mind.
I’ve seen a child is caught in the sad trap of gravity.
He falls from the lowest branch of the apple tree
and lands in the grass and weeps for his dignity.
Next time he will not aim so high.
Yeah, next time, neither will I.
Now a mother takes loans out, sends her kids off to colleges.
Her family’s reduced to names on a shopping list.
While, a coroner kneels beneath a great, wooden crucifix.
He knows there’s worse things than being alone.
And so I’ve learned to retreat at the first sign of danger.
I mean, why wait around, if it’s just to surrender?
An ambition, I’ve found, can lead only to failure.
I do not read the reviews.
No, I am not singing for you.
Well I stood dropping a coin into the pit of a well.
And I would throw my whole billfold if I thought it would help.
With all these wishes I make,
I should buy something real, at least a telephone call home.
Well, my teachers, they built this retaining wall of memory,
all those multiple choices I answered so quickly.
And got my grades back and forgot just as easily,
but as least I got an A.
And so I don’t have them to blame.
Well I should stop pointing fingers;
reserve my judgment of all those public action figures,
the cowboy presidents.
So loud behind the bullhorn, so proud they can’t admit
when they’ve made a mistake.
While poison ink spews from a speechwriter’s pen,
he knows he don’t have to say it,
so it, it don’t bother him.
“Honesty”, “Accuracy” is just “Popular Opinion.”
And the approval rating’s high,
and so someone’s gonna die.
Well ABC, NBC, CBS: Bullshit.
They give us fact or fiction? I guess an even split.
And each new act of war is tonight’s entertainment.
We’re still the pawns in their game.
As they take eye for an eye until no one can see,
we must stumble blindly forward, repeating history.
Well, I guess we all fit into your slogan
on the fast food marquee:
Red blooded, White skinned oh and the Blues.
Oh and the Blues, I got the Blues! That’s me! That’s me!
Well, I awoke in relief.
My sheets and tubes were all tangled weak from whiskey and pills,
in a Chicago hospital.
And my father was there, in a chair, by the window, staring so far away.
I tried talking, just whispered, “…so sorry…so selfish…”
He stopped me and said, “Child I love you regardless
and there’s nothing you could do that would ever change this.
I’m not angry. It happens. But you just can’t do it again.”
So now I try to keep up, I’ve been exchanging my currency.
While a million objects pass through my periphery.
Now I’m rubbing my eyes ’cause they’re starting to bother me.
I’ve been staring too long at the screen.
But where was it when I first heard a sweet sound of humility?
It came to my ears in the goddamn loveliest melody.
How grateful I was then to be part of the mystery,
to love and to be loved. Let’s just hope that is enough.

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Matt is in love with the “male form”…that once a day thing is going to be a mistake soon…but I’m glad you have principles…

What is the plural of seamus?

Was Ireland in fact formed when two Seamus’ were in the same place at the same time? I believe that if that ever happened outside of Ireland that a black hole would be formed…

O-I-N-K sorry cuz. I’m not fond of myspace. Try email…

This just in…real men wear Periwinkle….

way to quit France…

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This is what I have to come home too….should have called in sick today so I could craft a proper response…

I don’t hate the poor girl (quagmire: we don’t use words like hate around here do we honey?)…how about you tell us why you would hate her…I’m not eloquent…though apparently I can spell eloquent without MS correcting me so this redneck at least got that one right….so I need your words to help us all.

I’m saying she’s a victim (like me apparently)…Why not Gilbert and Sullivan?? Were they crap or do you think she heard them and decided that just weren’t up her alley? You may be right about her deciding what was best for her, but I doubt it..and that’s the sad thing…she never heard them…

there has been plenty of good music made in the last 15 years, and many of us apparently haven’t heard it. Is that her fault? mine? if chad and the chadettes really were the best we had in the past 15 years then I would just have to agree with you. Are you honestly saying that’s true and really are you still listening to bands that have been disbanded (heh) for 10 years…no reason to move on…

Since you stated that if I were to find a club only playing recent music you wouldn’t come then can I assume that you believe the earth is flat…(oooh that’s too easy for you but I’m not going to edit it…go to town). Logical conclusions and all that….

Why isn’t a rock club playing led zeppelin immediately following Nirvana?

Much worse is the great music made in the past 1000 years that we all missed out on…why? Oh wait…recording equipment and electricity and stuff….

oh and thanks for capitalizing english…I had no idea…

just because someone existed and was made into a religious figure doesn’t mean they were divine.

“turns out his abilities might have been exaggerated a bit…http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ik0yz5Jo4Os

in conclusion…you win…every combination of notes has already been played at every tempo so I’m just going to assume that music is dead and I’m just going to listen to drum/bass so I have an excuse to shake my arse…

scuse me…a song from Nirvana unplugged just came on…this will be my last change to appreciate music before my changeover…I didn’t until this moment recognize that this was the greatest moment in music…

and my favourite quote ever from matt

“No-one ever wore Winger shirts, not even their roadies.”

cheers mate…enjoy…I’m only here to give you material…but really aren’t you worried that if you make an entry every day that all the modern people with 2 second attention spans won’t bother to read you every day…

I’m boycotting questions marks in honour of matt….

Meat Puppets (the) suck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I AM APPARENTLY USING EXCLAMATION MARKS AND CAPS STILL…..

ready go!!!!!!!

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