MGS RADAR

Könnte ich jedes Mal noch drüber lachen wenn ich das sehe…

ahahahahahaa

Stephan

["If liberty means anything at all it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear!"]

Manchmal muss man erst zwei Schritte rückwärts machen um einen vorwärts zu kommen. Oder anders ausgedrückt: Bevor der Quasi-Auszug für die Dauer meines Praktikums vollzogen wird, steht noch eine  Familienreise an. Um die Zeitreise komplett zu machen reisen wir mit Kind und Kegel (wahlweise durch die Redewendung Hund und Napf ersetzbar) im Wagen nach Warschau. So eine Tour… lass misch net lüjen… habe ich zum letzten Mal vor fünf Jahren mitgemacht. Aber halt, einen Fortschritt gibt es: das elektronische Spielzeug ist zahlreicher geworden. Während damals mein Discman der Hit war kann ich mir wenigstens vormachen die Zeit auf der Rückbank sinnvoll zu verbringen indem ich am Laptop philosophiere.

Aber auch vorne hat sich was getan. Ein Navigationsgerät soll die Reise einfacher gestalten. Noch sagt es nichts was wir nicht auch wissen, aber spätestens in Berlin, unserer Zwischenstation auf dem Weg nach Polen, wird es sicherlich für einen leicht reduzierten Stresspegel (wie immer da vorne) sorgen.

Wieso erst nach Warschau? Mein werter Onkel heiratet und ich darf mich sogar mit dem Titel Trauzeuge schmücken (Nein, ich hab keine Stripperin organisiert). Das Timing war gerade richtig, da mein erster Bürotag in London auf Anfang Oktober verschoben wurde. Knapp – und auch eine Prise abenteuerlich – ist das Vorhaben sowieso. Eine Woche Osteuropa und dann der Direktflug, im Verband zahlreicher anderer Polen in die britische Hauptstadt, welche nach Chicago und New York innerhalb kürzester Zeit zur wahrscheinlich drittgrößten polnischen Exklave geworden ist. Vielleicht mindert das ja den vielbeschworenen Kulturschock – oder macht ihn noch viel schlimmer?! Ich bin gespannt .

Nachtrag: Der Stundenaufenthalt in Berlin hat mir rudimentäre Kenntnisse über Kreuzberg verschafft. Es riecht an jeder zweiten Ecke nach Pisse und die Currywurst schmeckt sogar Leuten wie mir die eigentlich keine großen Wurstfans sind. Haben bei Curry 36 Halt gemacht, ich meine den Laden mal bei einem pseudo-journalistischen Currywurst-Vergleich auf N24 gesehen zu haben. Beachtliche Warteschlangen bestärkten mich in meinem Verdacht. Außerdem gesehen: Ein Hinweisschild zum Checkpoint Charlie Museum und durch die Heckscheibe das Willy Brandt Haus.

Frage der Woche: Hinter der Grenze hab ich ein Angebot für Europaletten für 25Zloty (etwa 7,50EUR) das Stück gesehen. Sollte man da zuschlagen? Ich kenne den (Welt-)marktpreis nicht so genau…

Daniel

Zukunftsidee Nummer 1
“Schlagzeug & Modern Music Studium”
Enstehung der Idee: 2001
Ende der Idee: 2004
Grund für das Scheitern: Überirdische Aufnahmebedingungen, Klavier, Gesang
Hey, ich war jung und hatte gerade mein erstes Jahr der musikalischen Grundausbildung an einem hier nicht erwähnenswerten Modern Music Institut als mir mein damaliger Schlagzeuglehrer Carsten einen Flyer in die Hand drückte wo drauf stand

Damals war Notenlesen und Harmonielehre kein Problem für mich, hey ich beherrschte sogar etwas Piano und konnte Akkorde bestimmen!”Schaff ich das überhaupt?”
– “JAA so lange du die Aufnahmeprüfung schaffst ist das alles einfach” –
Als junger Mensch hat man viele Ideen und man hat (nicht gerade unberechtigerweise) Angst davor, sich zu festzulegen. Man möchte am liebsten alle seine Interessen in einer Ausbildung unterbringen um immer ALLE Türen offenstehen zu haben.

Als ich heute aus Spaß mal die Aufnahmeprüfungen für diverse Musikhochschulen studiert….

“…für die Aufnahmeprüfung Bachelor of Arts (Artistic Drumming) wird das absolut flüssige und technisch korrekte Blattspiel von 3 mittelschweren klassischen Klavierstücken aus verschiedenen Epochen, davon eine Sonate verlangt”

“Empfehlenswerte Literatur: Harmonielehre und harmonische Analyse”

“Der Prüfling (m/w) muss ein 15minütiges Schlagzeug Solo Stück mit klassichen als auch modernen Elementen aus verschiedensten Stilistiken komponieren, notieren und vorspielen. ”

“In einer Gesangsprüfung muss der Prüfling (m/w) mindestens 4 bekannte Gesangsstücke davon eins in deutscher Sprache mit Klavierbegleitung vorsingen”

ICH WILL SCHLAGZEUG STUDIEREN UND MUSS SINGEN???

Zukunftsidee Nummer 2
“Studium der Informatik/Spieleentwickler”
Enstehung der Idee: 1998
Ende der Idee: 2002
Grund für das Scheitern:  Praktische Erfahrung mit QBASIC Spielentwicklungen, Mathematik, Informatik Differenzierungskurs

Wenn man jung ist, und fasziniert Command & Conquer I und II spielt, so kommt fast jeder Junge mit einem PC irgendwann auf die famose Idee, hey ich werde Programmierer oder Informatiker. Die ganze Zeit PC spielen und so…

Daniel und Ich dachten uns als wir etwas reifer waren, hey lass uns mal mit Basic ein Spiel programmieren (wir waren begeisterte Fans das Textandventures “Die Rache der Schüler”). Es hat uns sehr viel Spaß gemacht, es war auch ein sehr kreativer Prozess und wir haben uns viel Mühe gegeben. Aber Informatik und Programmierung ist eine sehr kleinschrittige und hartnäckige Arbeit , die eher an mangelnder Kondition als am Mangel der kreativen Ideen scheitert.
Die weiteren Erfahrungen im Informatikkurs der 9 und 10 hatten mir gezeigt, dass Informatik zwar sehr interessant ist und ich wenn ich es wirklich will Mathe drauf hätte (diese Idee verwarf ich wieder anfang der 12.I)  aber die Entwicklung von Konzepten und Datenbanken und was weiß der verfluchte Scheißgeier ist absolut nicht mein Ding.
Zukunftsidee Nummer 3
“Studium der Geschichte auf Bachelor of Arts”
Enstehung der Idee: 2006 beim Dies academicus an der RWTH Aachen
Ende der Idee: 2006
Grund für das Scheitern:  Fehlender Elan für das Nachholen des Latinums, Graecums und Hebraicums

Geschichte wollte ich in der Oberstufe IMMER wählen. Allerdings wurde meine historische Präferenz durch einen geistig leicht eingenebelten Oberstufenkoordinator nicht gefördert, da ich in der 11 ein zusätzliches Fach hätte belegen müssen und in de 12 hätte ich ich Chemie statt Physik wählen müssen damit meine Kurswahl funktioniert hätte. Ergo: Kein Geschichte.

Beim Tag der offenen Tür der RTWH Aachen hatte ich mir eine Probevorlesung in Geschichte angesehen, es ging glaub ich um die Antike und ich fand es sehr interessant. Als der Dozent locker flockig sagte

“Ja, ich weiß die Lateinfaulheit an den öffentlichen Schulen ist ausgebrochen…aber ohne Latinum kriegen sie das Grundstudium nicht anerkannt”

ich ging als er dann hinzufügte:

“Geschichte braucht keinen Numerus Clausus, weil die meisten einfach keine Lust haben Griechisch und Hebräisch zu lernen und diese beiden Sprachzertifikate zu erlangen.

NEIN DANKE! (Ironie der Realität: Mittlerweile habe ich berufsmäßig ein beeindruckendes lateinisches Vokabular angesammelt, Sic itur ad astra sag ich nur!)

Zukunftsidee Nummer 4:
Rettungsassistent
Enstehung der Idee: 2001 beim Lesen von med.Fachliteratur
Ende der Idee: 2004, beim Kennenlernen der Krankenpflege
Grund für das Scheitern:  Eigene Intelligenz und Selbstrettung vor schlechten Arbeitsbedinungen und teilweise beschränktem medizisch-sozial-kommunikativem Horizont

Ich muss fairerweise sagen, nicht alle Träger haben schlecht Arbeitsbedingungen und man muss ebenfalls sagen, dass es auch Rettungsassistenten gibt, die Ahnung von ihrem Geschäft haben. Aber viele gehen mit den Patienten um als ob sie Brennholz transportieren würden. Jeder Azubi in der Gesundheits- und Krankenpflege würde in einer Prüfung sowas von Durchfallen wenn er so mit Patienten reden würde. Wenn ein Rettungsasstent außerdem nicht weiß, was eine mediale Schenkelhalsfraktur ist (O-Ton: Bin ich ein Arzt?”) dann sehe ich natürlich sehr erfreut auf die Tatsache dass ich intelligent genug war diesen Beruf nicht zu wählen.

Zukunftsidee Nummer 5:
Beamter des gehobenen Justizvollzugsdienstes/Medizinischer Dienst des Justizvollzugs
Beamter der gehobenen Zollverwaltung
Beamter im gehobenen Polizeivollzugsdienst der Bundesbehörden
Enstehung der Idee: 2004, beim Glotzen auf die Besoldungstabelle WEST
Ende der Idee: 2005, die Erkenntnis das ist alles lebensmüde oder langweilig
Grund für das Scheitern:  Ist ja nie gescheitert, weil ich es nie versucht habe

Ich habe sämtliche Vollzugsbehörden einmal zusammengerafft und nun die Begründungen warum nicht?

Justiz: Burnout-Syndrom weil man von Häftlingen bedroht wird ODER realer Burnout weil Insassen den Pflegedienst in der JVA mit Desinfektionsmittel übergossen haben und angezündet haben

Zollverwaltung: Ein Leben lang nach gm eschmuggelten Kippen suchen ist für mich kein Lebensziel

Polizeivollzugsdienst Bundespolizei:  Ich bin tief in inneren noch Mensch

Stephan

["If liberty means anything at all it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear!"]

A central experience, being the designated driver, were the adventurous roads of Corfu. In the following I want to give you an overview of my personal “You got to be kidding me, they call this a highway?” hit list. I also had to pay full attention behind the steering wheel, so for the sake of authenticity: Full concentration please!

1) We start slowly, leaving the hotel.

2) What follows is the fairly wide main street of Acharavi. 40km/h is considered standard velocity within local villages.

3) A typical highway road connecting larger villages.

4) Once in a while we got lost

5) But kept the good spirit alive… and the sun protection lotion always fresh.

6) The first night with the rental car we went right away for the big Mt. Pandokratoras. The higher you drove, the more fun you had with the increasingly narrow road.

7) On the way up we met some farmer’s PickUp. The farmer was gone, but the well behaving goats were waiting for him.

8) Time for a break! The perfect moment for photography and swiping away the sweat.

9) The highlight of the first driving night. We didn’t drive/go up all the way.

10) A typical coast road… without the coast.

11) There you go. Typical mountain roads.

12) The same from a wider perspective.

13) The view from the top of Mt. Pandokratoras, looking down on the city of Corfu. If you zoom in closely you can see a stripe right above the cruiser. That’s where our “Tourist bomber” landed.

14) Once again, the same viewing direction, but with “more perspective”.

15) Finally driving downhill again, on one of the better roads.

16) The “tactical overview”, showing how we drove from Acharavi to Corfu City. Although only a distance of about 35km it took more than 1 1/2 hrs, mostly driving in the first three gears.

17) After we enjoyed snorkling in some “hidden” bay (A greek with a good sense for business opened a small marina and a restaurant down there) it was once again time to practically test the driving skills.

18) We parked a bit outside the town center, right in front of the Corfu port. In front the little hopper (A close-to-brand-new Fiat Panda) we got for cruising around the island. Everthing larger than a compact car would have been a mess on these roads.

19) In the old town itself we even abondoned the tiny car. It was still too big to drive up into the New Fort.

20) Certainly one of the more interesting drive-by-pics. The communists might have lost the civil war in Greece, but they still trained enough painters and sprayers. Here what could be - with a little imagination - the local party office. A friend did the translation work for us. Damn you confusing Greek alphabet! It’s (not literal) message: “KKE (Communist Party of Greece) - A powerful support for the people”.

Daniel

I planned to to a greece holiday review day by day and I scheduled this in the middle of this week, but as you can see there is no review online. I just got stuck with my school and stuck with handling the things these motherfuckers from arcor messed up by forcing me offline for two weeks. You can only imagine what a load of things to deal with wait for you if you online daily and then forced to go offline.

So I just upload my favourie pics and you’ll get a flavor what it is to stay a week in greece. Additional information can be read in this blog

Let’s talk about taking a shit

This funny notice came upon us at the Cologne Aiport which is installed everywhere in the toilets there. You can take a good job at these toilets, but I don’t fucking care if you put up a sign which states that this facility is cleaned and I see a toilet which was used as a fecies collection chamber (which was not the case!). Just stay to the real facts that these facilitys are clean by beeing clean.

German Weather

Is there more to say? I don’t think so

Waiting for luggage

Korfu Airport is a serious messup. It’s like a center for tourist shipment in the middle sea and they only got two fucking “bands” for you luggage to appear. As long as they mix up the flights you are about to spot your bag (which is in the most case dark in colour) like a fucking lunatic and you get paranoid and watch for other fuckers if they steal your luggage!

Bus Mixup

Some stupid cunt from TUI Fly mixed up our names and she wanted to send us to another destination which was kind of exactly at the other side of the isle Korfu. A big potential messup, but some jerk which wasn’t able to tie his tie (you know, he looked like a grown up boy scout…) missed us at the other bus and then they picked us out in the last moment.

Don’t try talkin’ to the bus drivers in Greece, they smell like sweat (which is mostly because they sweat and don’t use the modern technique like deodorant ) , they really don’t care and they really don’t understand an international language.

You can see Dan here after the whole arousal, I was pretty much the same, but my sex-appeal comes out when I’m fucked up…sorry ladies.
Cold Plate?

These were the first things they gave us to eat upon our arrival. It was nice even if neither dan or I were able to identify the food provided to us. Some of this was fish…but nice to have.

The Chambers

The rooms were fairly clean, not the luxury you might think from the outside but the best thing about the whole room was the air conditioner which could be set up to cool down the room to a temperature of -2°C. And we don’t had usual bedsheets we had very thin ones, which is because of the ridiculous heat down there so you might guess that it was FUCKING COLD and I mean it with cold but I imagined that it is a more pleasant way to freeze than cooking dead until your proteins starting suicide. After a week I discovered how to use the system properly and I managed to set it up right.
DONT FLUSH SHITTY PAPER DOWN THE TOILET

Yeah man, the greeks are funny guys though. There was a trashcan of a size than a fucking pint of beer in the bathroom and it existed to held up the shitty toilet paper. My opinion was the same as Daniels, FUCK YOU we flushed down the toilet paper, I even flushed down a package of tissues by accident and I threw some pieces of toilet paper thereafter to clean the whole thing After a good sit-in at the toilet by me to cover the issue up with some fecies to make it a little more desireable for the plumber to clean it up, the whole system worked very good!

THE BALCONY

Yeah the balcony was our waste disposal and the place to dry our things that went wet and sandy from the beach. The fun thing was , that the balcony got me and Dan the opportunity to gain some entrance to the lower class life of our fucknut neighbours (who complained about noise by banging our wall and doors in the morning, how amateurish) who asked us “EXCUSE ME, DO YOU DRINK BEER?” . They just wanted to be nice and donate some beer to guys who maybe desperately needed it, but fuck you I’m old enough and work hard 12 consecutive days to afford me my own delirium.

THE DESTINATION

Well some tropic banana trees, some plastic garbage toys for the kids and a modern hotel, what else can you say.
The only thing these idiots ripped us and especially Dan of was the internet corner, 6€ for one hour of internet!!!
The palms didn’t raise my attention for more than a half second as the playground did.

ACHARAVI - THE CITY WITH THREE STREETS AND FIFTY SUPERMARKETS

Acharavi isn’t much I mean…the whole city is just invaded by tourism. I don’t believe that without tourism there would be suitable purpose for the…I don’t know fifty or so supermarkets which all sold air-matresses and sunglasses. Most of them were cheap, but they ripped us off with german press.

OUR RIDE

This was our Fiat Punto for three days brought to us by a funny englishman who told us a little bit of his story. I’m glad the whole driving thing was in the hand of Daniel because the streets of Korfu are tough shit. As a part of my personal misery I got sick and nauseated by the drive and particulary the streets!

THE BEACH

The beach was all in all great. They shoved sand on the beach for the filthy tourists (sand-beaches are not naturally in greece, they have stones) and the beach was not filled with tourists. The great thing was the water, the temperature was around 25°C aaand it’s not to hot and nice and chilly to get yourself cooled without a small dick. But without floating devices the whole thing gets boring.

SIDARI

If you want to know where the little party on the north end of Korfu is, then you gotta go to Sidari, it’s filled with british tourists and they knock themselves out on the streets. But it was very calm and peaceful even in the late hours.

DUE TO THE FACT THAT I’M SICK OF COMMENTING, HERE ARE THE REST OF THE PICTURES

Stephan

["If liberty means anything at all it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear!"]

I pokered and I lost. What kind of game I’ve been playing? I was trying to rent a room in London before actually seeing it. Why did you do that? Didn’t you read your own article some weeks ago? might some of you ask.

To be honest: I knew about the risk, but…
number 1) I was young and needed the room
number 2) I won’t have the chance to come to London earlier than two days before my first day in office
number 3) I thought I know it all better

I do know it better now. I went to the local police station and lodged a complaint for fraud. The criminal’s story was just too convincing… not convincing enough that I paid the entire sum of a months rent, but nearly half of it, namely 200EUR. He was not the first questionable business contact I encountered, but he was the first one for which I fell. I saw a bigger chance that it would work out than that he would actually be a scammer. Naturally that makes me angry with myself. I don’t want that to happen to you, but to be honest I also want to have the satisfaction to know that these pieces of advice might actually make it a bit more difficult for those bastards to rip people off.

Piece of advice 1) Copies of IDs are worthless - Not only that one can hardly check their validity, but even if the paper is genuine nobody can tell what the other side’s intentions are. In my case I probably even transfered money to the passport holder - the police officer mentioned that an international arrest warrent had been issued on that citizen. If it would have been a stolen passport the real Brian would have reported it without doubt.

Piece of advice 2) Important lesson number two is that scammers in Europe might heavily operate using the English language and British room sharing community websites, but that doesn’t mean some of these folks won’t try to take advantge of trust based on shared citizenship. I knew that British websites are heavily populated with professional scammers, but even when other European sites may not be as strongly in the focus of scammers, remember the following, paranoid statement: They (scammers) are everywhere!

Piece of advice 3) Simply never, ever transfer any money before actually seeing the room!
It is a simple rule, and because of that it quickly lures into thinking “Well, but if there are so many securities, maybe I should make an exception”. Brian was smarter than most of his collegues (compare with the clues I mentioned in my last article) . First - most important - he came up with a believable story, which was so well structured that he did not have to announce surprising changes. For instance, when I asked whether there is a chance that I could meet him before, he reminded me of the fact that he would be leaving for Dublin, which he in fact mentioned already in one of his first mails. Furtermore he researched well. As far as I could check his description by means of desk research there really is a Tesco superstore nearby and the house actually lies in a residential area. He also used seemingly authentic pictures pictures and most importantly: He didn’t appear to rush the whole thing excessively. He did ask for reassurance by transfering an entire months rent, but when I told him about my doubts he offered me to send a copy of his passport and proposed a part pre-payment. He knew he wouldn’t be able to win 450EUR or even more, but he successfully kept his pokerface and got 200EUR. So remember: No exceptions to rule 3!

Daniel

Unfortunately, the review and story from our holiday in Greecce will took a few more days, I’m stuck up with Power Point presentations and preperations I need to do and my schedule is actually a lot more busy than I planned to.

Therefore I’m actually capable in english, I’m not able to spell or write the word “QUOTE” correctly without the help of google. These are the few things in my life that I won’t learn.

After the new move in  the new house, my “office” which is acutally a shithole full of papers I will never take a look on, there are some things to clear up and to arrange. I have still two boxes of stuff to pack into, plenty of room but no energy to do this. You got suck up if you need to pack and unpack things (and I don’t mean zipfiles)

What pisses me off the most during the writing process of an english blog, is the use of this fucking apostophes ‘””’ because it is a wrench for my pinky finger to hit this button so I need to choose my words carefully to avoid dislocation of my pinky finger joint(s)

Also the nursing school started again, and we do the tough basics of communications and chairmanship and dealing with patients, relatives and doctors. It is harder than you might expect, and I have to think about my sayings and you are under the constant observation of people who are thirsty to give you a feedback. My addiction of keeping things on the factual level has to be dealt with.

I don’t have the usual “trendy” vices. I don’t smoke, I don’t drink coffee, I don’t drink⁽¹⁾. My vices are brazeness, quick temper⁽²⁾, disrespectfullness and good tasting fast food which will kill me someday

The last weekend was a blow up. I had a plan on getting wasted with a former classmate and her (female)friend who wants to get known to me (which isn’t such a great thing for me since I know myself) and I was looking forward on getting drunk and I had the hope on meeting some of my enemies on the streets were I can open their fucking forehead. But due to unability of the planning comission, the whole thing blew up. I went to cinema with Daniel, which was good but the film was worse. Yesterday I said it was worth the 6€, but today after a look at my movie collection full of great films my opinion is, don’t pay fucking 6€ for angelina jolies tits and bullets flying in curves.

I’m amazed that after nearly two years of the split from me as a Sound Engineer from Dawsons Crack I’m still in a (spiritual) violent rage about the two twats who decided my dismissal and never had the guts of standing up for their decision. It’s just a fog of assumptions put together by the first 5 seconds of some reactions. But it feels good that I hate and have no respect for SkaPunk music and that my guts feelings saved me from beeing used like a filthy crackwhore. Without beeing jealous, I hope that the usual ignorant critics and local alternative youth⁽³⁾ will puke down the cloak of unreflected glorification.

Saturday was nice, Moshi bar and sushi and great company, a waitress beeing nice like a guy who got free porno access and actually looked quite nice and attractive despite beeing a little bit “baggy”. But who cares? Also my addiction to ROLLERCOASTER TYCOON is in the mid-summer because I got stuck in a stupid castle scenario and my visitors are a bunch of pussys. Very frustrating. Of course I got the alternative, PROJECT IGI which is a tactical shooter with a dog-like AI. Quite nice, I got it free and you know what, If you played more difficult games like splinter cell you are easy to go if stealth means nothing more than playing the “walk” button on your keyboad.

You can’t imagine the lower-class hate you can built up by just doing an ICQ conversation with a person you have been deeply emotionally in touch some time ago. Imagine you you leave for holiday and depend on the one person who has a key for your appartment to take care of your plants. You come back two weeks later and your appartment is empty and the one person with a key (the responsible person) asks you if she can stay overnight.This is what happened to me some time ago (Read the blog around June 2007 for more deep information). Time goes by, stupidity grows and you really enjoy that this person is running his project “GENERAL FAILURE” in a phase called “acceptance and glorification of my mysery”. My bitter person (by nature) with a little spice of “DONT CARE” is actually feeling great amusement about personal miserys of people who denied their privilege of beeing a person of whom I care.  So go Fuck yourself you silly cunt and observe and draw a graphic of the parts in your brain which have been occupied by “Greys Anatomy”

I ordered four books (the review is not on work, but I plan to!!)

1.Charles Dickens — A christmas carol
I start this book when the decoration for X-Mas is  going outide
2.Charles Dickens - Great expectations
Charles Dickens was a cunt, his storyline pisses me off by the start of the first page, the foreword is a shame. Allthough it’s to fancy historical to throw it away like I did with several books in the past

3.Myths,Tales and Rituals in old Japan
Tales from Japan suck ass, period.

4. The Art of Ninjutus: Disappearing, Hiding, Infiltration, Carmouflage, Escape
Two books about the non-violent and non-martial arts part of ninjutus, very interesting but I expected more for 30€!

I’m fairly intolerant to bad literature and I let myself lead by my subjective and intolerant mind, who wants enjoyment and an appealing story from the beginning, all the time.  If it doesn’t raise my interest by planting itself from the beginning, the book lands where it belongs — TRASHCAN or Cementery of bad literature

I met some very nice people a week ago, they are all friends of Tina a very close friend and ex-colleague from myself. THY HAST INVITED SEVERAL FRIENDS FROM THE GREAT FOREST OF LUEBECKE WHERE THEE LIVE THE WAY DIFFERENT THAN THOU. But they are very honest,caring and fucking funny people. The women were very attractive and fairly intelligent. I gotta meet them again, despite some gay prick asked me if I’m spiritual because I have a spiritual aura. Sometimes my aura is unexpected sarcasm leaded by pure immature will of fucking off people. Hey I’m a human!

There are three things I hate about this blog

1. The pain-in-the-ass technique for loading up pictures one by one

2. Stupid comments from cunts like “grüner” who think they can use my fucking property for playing the “Smartass showing indulgence for a stupid blogger trying to pull of jokes the Bundeswehr”

3. Daniels articles and blogs referring to Spiegel.de
I never said this site should be contributed to a journalistic code or purpose, but this is shit. But I have to tolerate it and revive this by referring to JEFF KOYEN.

END OF EMISSION, MY WRITING FLUSH JUST ENDED

Stephan

["If liberty means anything at all it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear!"]

1. Sure I drink alcohol, but not to an extend that you can call it DRINKING [↩]
2. Jähzorn is the german equivalence [↩]
3. Err, have got dark eyeshades and cutted gloves combined with a curtain ring in your lips, perfect you’re a member of the club [↩]

I want you to introduce you to one of my few role models…one of the best journalists and writers I have read during my journey to escape my boredom and one of the few writers in the internet who have the ability to start ME laughing.

http://fineorsuperfine.com/ 

I just came over him by random…I just searched some Zines and Files on http://textfiles.com and then I stepped over a fairly bad text version of the CRANK Magazine which was from the time around the mid 90’s. I just read the last article in the first issue and I kind of felt mirrored with someone actually daring to write something like this.  I saw the expression of pure bitterness combined with a deep sense of humor.

Enough of this cocksucking…let’s list up some bits

(Fairly) actual writing

Screw Women Part 1

(With the most genius quote about men and women: “If you’re a woman, listen up: For every nice guy you know there are 3 dozen assholes waiting to date rape you and your friends. For every nice word a guy has for you, he’s got 20 words for describing your cunt to his buddies. It’s our nature as assholes. “)

Do it yourself Trepanation⁽¹⁾

Illustration of the Trepanation

Letter to Black & Decker which drill one should use for drilling a fucking hole in your head

Clip Art Christ

Surviving the low-life 

Roadside Terrorism: How to put a dead animal into the hindenburg 

Yet another cartoon enlightment

Comics, Comics

If you like it, it’s fine if you don’t well the world is a sad and unhappy place…If Jeff can see this article on his server stats, I I would appreciate a harassing comment under this article, just for the fans.

Stephan

["If liberty means anything at all it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear!"]

1. Trepanation (also known as trepanning, trephination, trephining or burr hole) is surgery in which a hole is drilled or scraped into the skull, thus exposing the dura mater in order to treat health problems related to intracranial diseases, though in the modern era it is used only to treat epidural and subdural hematomas and for surgical access for certain other neurosurgical procedures, such as intracranial pressure monitoring. [↩]