… the Spawn of Nico :DDDDDDDDD

I’m sitting here at this club in Second Life, and camp for money. I am totally surprised, that the same avatars I left some ten hrs ago, when I went to sleep, are still sitting here o.o I wonder, what happens, if I start to talk to them … But the radio is good and I can do all sorts of stuff on the computer whilst camping :o)

I did not realise until now, that Sweden is so many times longer than Germany O.O Germany is one tiny country!

Today I got three pieces of information:

One relating to the impending doom in the post before: Impending doom is much less imminent.

One relating to a thing that happened to me at the beginning of time. Not good news, but everything is so much clearer now. I do feel a sense of relief.

One relating to my work life. That one was a good message :D

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Also, I knautsch Feleya :o)

Today at 6:20, we had an earthquake, which was 4,7 on the Richter. Things shook, the floor crackled, but nothing broke. Also, since Monday there has been rumours that might mean real fucking trouble for me. I mean, real fucking trouble. We’ll see in January, I won’t let it fuck up this one Christmas since somewhere in the mid-90’s , in which I can actually do something else than cram like a madperson or work.

Time is running incredibly fast.

I have not written about the fantastic visit at Louisianna with the Swami K., where we looked at a Manga exibition, and also at some of the other art and sculptures.

I have not written about this new, fantastic computer, which has landed here with the help of the highly estimated Swami K., and this new, fantastic computer is not set up fully yet either.

And, I have not witten about my new job, which I have held since October 6th.

I have some serious writing to do, yes.

“Have you all arrived? Do you have all your gear with you? Fine, lets go!”

Here be Obama lolcats:

http://community.livejournal.com/lolobama/

It will not be Barack Obama, who will ruin the United States, it will be the expectations to him as a President, that will ruin the United States. My greatest fear is, what will happen when people realise, that he cannot fulfil the things they believe he has promised them. He is only the guy in the Oval Office, not the Messias.

In before “Obama will use the death of his grandma to coax votes by way of emotional sugar rush”.

Oh, it is ‘in after’? Damn, that was quick.

Von: the Black Scorpio [mailto:nospam@gmail.com]
Gesendet: Sonntag, 2. November 2008
An: EB
Betreff: …

Guten Tag,

ich bin ein totes, blutendes Kuschelblacki. Aber ich bin sehr froh,
dass es heute kommt, und nicht morgen :o) Werde heute einfach so in
Nähe Bett herumhängen.
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On 02/11/2008, EB <nofucking@spam.de> wrote:
Guten Tag,

willkommen im Club!

Ich dacht schon ich wäre in meinem Elend alleine :)

Knautsch lieb hat…. *wärmflasche auf den Bauch leg*
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Von: the Black Scorpio [mailto:nospam@gmail.com]
Gesendet: Sonntag, 2. November 2008
An: EB
Betreff: Re: …

BLUTENDE FRAUEN WERDEN DIE WELTREVOLUTION HERVORRUFEN!

RAAAAH *Wärmeflasche schwingt und Totenkopf drauftut*
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On 02/11/2008, EB <nofucking@spam.de> wrote:
*brüllll* sOOOOOO schauts aus!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Besides the US Presidential Election (which I will comment on, because now it is close enough in time, it’s in four days. It’s like, when you don’t want to talk Christmas in August, but in December it sort of becomes okay) I had more encounters with the Outer World. I went to my new favourite café with JWM, and we sat there, until they closed at 18:00. We talked about a phenomenon, which apparently reigns amongst expats, who are staying in that other country for a prolonged period of time: Your home country becomes foreign. Not as in you haven’t been there for a long time foreign, but as in you cannot really understand your people, you need a couple of weeks of intensive tv watching to be able to talk, so they won’t call you a foreigner, and you will have to go to ‘How to get a job as a foreigner’-courses in your own country, because while you know your own language, the inner ways of the society has changed, when you were away. That makes going back to your country as hard as when you went abroad. I know I would not be able to just step back to Germany. And I disgraced my city of birth by proclaiming, that when someone comes up and says to me “OMG I’M FROM THAT TOWN TOO, HOW COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL, I THINK I KNOOOOOOOOOOOOW YOUUUUUUUU” then this makes me not want to talk to you. Truth is, currently it really doesn’t, because, either you don’t know (remember) me from there, or you are either a) totally ignoring what went down, or b) looking for redemption. Which will always bring up this overwhelming feeling of “Go fuck yourself” in me. So, if you are ‘from there’, please don’t mention it. You also don’t have to, if you are genuinely interested in talking to a fellow German, you can do it without naming the town first thing. You can mention it second thing, when I’m sort of sure, you’re actually coming to me for me or for me being a German, and not me that person from that town and your bad conscience or your failure to own up. You are not getting redemption. What you get is me, if you want it, and in that case, it doesn’t matter, whether you are from next door, or the outskirts of that city. Whilst almost everything is subject to change, there are things that just doesn’t change, unfortunately.
At another situation, I also happen to talk about my fear of what happens, when unemployment rates in DK would go up and up, and the insurance time down and down, and I succumbed to the fear. Simply, because going back to Germany would not really be an option. Of course it is sort of an option at all times, but it is like coming to a foreign country, where they speak a language, which I happen to know and nothing more, and it would be involuntarily, it would be a situation of where I am forced to go back, and that would make it an absolutely unpleasant encounter. But I _hate_ to go down that road of thought, because it makes me feel every sort of unable, and I know that people can see it. It feels like people can see that I just shat my pants. I’m really good at coming back from despair, but shame always hangs on, and with it the blame. Tha particular day we all were depressed about the political state of this country, and horror stories about Immigration Services were shared, so I “soiled myself” by going down that road. But it will always be a fear of me, because nothing is never solved, everything is always in question. At the same time I know that other expats have even crummier situations, and even crummier reasons to leave their country, and I wasn’t around refugees even. But I seriously don’t want to compare myself to anybody right now, really ._.
I also said to JWM, that I felt as an expat I was supposed to be a part of the bridge between Danes and refugees, especially when doing volunteer work, but I never felt I was able to replicate the sense of security and “Det skal nok gå, selvom det slet ikke går” of the Danes, and I knew that I would never be able to fully understand the absolute terror, which the refugees have experienced. I just always have sort of slight unrest under my feet, which I don’t handle very well three out of thirty days of a month. Sadcat regularily visits, especially when inconvenient. The shocking news of the day is though, yes, this is all “my fault”, I was the one leaving, and I plan to continue to act accordingly.

I also re-watched WALL·E. Sorry, but that movie has just seriously eaten my entire soul. This time with Danish dub, but fortunately, there is not a whole lot of dialogue in that movie, so it is on a tolerable level. I think, the Captain is dubbed rather okay. There is a thing called the magic of movies, and when you watch WALL·E, it becomes apparent. First and foremost I was thinking: “Oh crap, this time I will have a whole lot of cell phones cgoing off, and chitchat during the movie, because I am watching it at a time, when these people are in the cinema.” But no such thing. Next to me, there was this black guy, who apparently just has stepped into Denmark, because his seat mate would say two or three English sentences to him to explain, what happened on the screen during dialogues. But it was entirely unannoying. I really think, people shut up and sat still, because the movie was that good. When you have a Vin Diesel thing on, everybody will boogie around, eat and talk on the phone. This time they all sat on the edge of their seats and watched. Young and old. In the end of the movie, when WALL·E had this major malfunction, and EVE tried to resurrect the old WALL·E, this one child in the front row started to sob uncontrollable. A deep, inconsolably sorrow-filled sobbing, and it would not stop, until WALL·E was back to his old Self. I call this the magic of movie, because what was going on, was a lot of people in a dark room, staring at a screen, where two robots were shown in oversize, and the one would not function.
Damn, I love that movie :D

Oh, and work is fine :D
The other day I was a bit shocked that I “only” had worked there from the sixth, and on because I feel I had so many different experiences in that short time, it felt like a couple of months! But I see it as a real great opportunity of seeing the innards of decision making, when it comes to library applications and tools, and just genrally shaping libraries.

Only shades of pink, and no red.

http://rottenindenmark.vox.com/library/photo/6a00ccff92e7f8d75600fad6b910790005.html

The Economist:

http://www.economist.com/vote2008/

And Yahoo has a fun little tool, and I made a World-like election prognosis:

http://news.yahoo.com/election/2008/dashboard

As you can see, I gave McCain Alaska, so he can spend his last days in blistering cold with Sarah Palin. And I’ve let the District of Columbia be undecided, because a system needs a place, where the situation is not fixed in order to have better inner balance and strength.

*bounce*, party tonight :D Packing rum and other debauchery ;)

O hay, Internet. I’m currently rather real life social, therefore lame to no posts these days :o)

Also, thank you, Spitfire, for the greeting on the “I got a job post” ;o))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

Busta Rhymes (in a mix with others):

My baby is so amazing, let me sit back and count the ways:

1)She ‘da shit

2)she ‘da shit

3)she ‘da shit

ugh) I love mah bitch

No Lord Byron, but hey XD

http://www.aqoul.com/archives/2008/10/hes_an_arab.php

^ Because you cannot be an Arab and a decent family man, or something? The naïve part of me thinks, McCain did not realise the implication of this answer, it feels he just wanted to say “Hey, that dude is just as I, we just don’t really agree on anything, and he is _not_ a ‘terrist’, Ma’am, if that is what you mean by ‘Arab’”. But he probably did not mean to say that :/ You can’t really get away from that election now that it is so close.

In other news, one of my best friends, GNP’s girlfriend is pregnant :D I love, how people pop out ‘minimes’ around me :o) He and she are so different in person and talents, you can say, what he does lack, she has and vice versa, so he is really eager to see how the child pans out, he told me. I believe, he gets his black curls ;) Also, it is a totally cool thing to see him and his life evolve. When I first met him, he had this girlfriend from Hell, adn she came with a Mother in Hell, and now he is settled with this lovely LSJ, and now it is just spectacular :D He just had birthday, and so I invited him for coffee this Thursday. As for the American election, he says Obama is going to be elected and shot thereafter. I believe him. We sat totally depressed for a couple of seconds. This is what I love so much about this couple, they are wearing their hearts outside and visible and they still invest energy in depressing matters like these.

This Friday I met up with SP. We sat in Paludan’s Bogcafé, because she felt, with my new job that would be an appropriate place to be :o) I ended up buying an iPod O.O SP has this particular influence on me and my wallet, last time I bought half a new wardrobe. But I never feel like this was money thrown away when I spend with her, the clothes I buy with her are better than those I buy by myself, and I love this iPod, and it has three year guarantee, so I don’t expect it to break before that date. I seriously should shop furniture, men and lives with her, and will get the best quality ;) SP is a wonderful mix of brains and heart and knowledge of the superficial materialism and a knowledge about, how life is more about that. Often I feel people are either about materialism, or about the hidden world of emotions, and she is about both :D

Saturday I just did not really anything. I really worked out to the max in the gym, (now that I have music…) and came home totally broken, so I slept a couple of hours. With the iPod on ;D I watched Star Wars - A New Hope, because it was on the telly. So weird, I was soooooooo engulfed in the universe a couple of years ago, and now it is “just a movie” O.O No OMG DARTH VADER AND LIGHTSABRES, it was more like “Oh Fuck, if I were Luke Skywalker, I’d be taking the first craft from Mos Eisly and up and away to college. No more moist farms!” A very campy, 70-style movie, but damn, Harrison Ford is one good actor.

Don’t want to go all “Fight Club” on my life, but therer is one thing I really HATE.
The fucking poor quality of clothes of today!. I have two pieces of clothes, which originate from 1996 or earlier. They still function. No holes. Terribly washed out colours, but they’re working like they should. The one piece was a wine-red shirt, and it is now a dark rosé shirt, aka a highly en vogue colour shirt..
And today, your clothes die within half a year, unless you shell out half your food budget for that month for ONE piece. I seriously DO believe, there is a change in quality, you have to pay massively more percentage of your income for clothes, that don’t die on you six months later.

*hate*