For the voters

Obama speaking in Berlin, historiens vingesus, und so weiter und so fort. BRB.

And the beat goes on…

At home, sick, warding off a massive cold. People at work have been sick for +10 days on this one, so I am not taking any chances.

In other news: Do you know the feeling, where you are about to either swallow or throw up this huge mammooth of things? I am in this situation now, and I’m halfway through. Also, I don’t know, if I’m to swallow or regurgitate yet. I also have a feeling, when I’m through with this, I will be far too busy to write about it. Argl.

Dreams in reality

So, this morning I sort of heard half asleep that they had captured Radovan Karadzic: I seriously thought throughout the day that I have dreamt it.  But at work we had a TV running, and, yeah, you know it. This is of course really good news, however sort of thirteen years too late. Also, it reminds me of Western European stupidity and the Stroumphs, which were the FN blue helmet people. And that he really wasn’t the only monster out there in these years of blood and disaster. But let those hounds sleep for now. Now we need Radko Mladic captured.

Things and such

I have set shit in motion, and now I’m just waiting for it to hit the fan.

Linkery

Hello out there,

to my endless surprise, the Livejournal RSS feed aggregat still works, so those of you, who get this feed: Hiiii :o) Also, I really don’t have a lot to say, as I have a billion of loose ends to tie, but I anticipate a massive need to say stuff, when I’m done with this. So, whilst I may not have much to say, the people in the Links section on the sidebar may, so drop by these distincive and honoured pages, all. Also, Zwangsjacke. (But this is an internal joke :o) )

… also

again I find a post with a massive rant, which the author has deleted, and which is one of this bloggers best posts. It often happens this way. Somewhere on a forum I’ve recently unloaded a month long irritation, which stood in blazing flames, because the object of my irritation sparked a tiny glow, and it said “SWOOSH”, and it was like Californian woods these days. This is not an entry I am proud of, and fortunately I did not put my name on it. But I still think, I was right with the intention of that post, and I stand by its intention, just not with the wording. This is very typical for me: “I still mean it, but let me re-formulate…” should really be my tagline. I wonder, how many others’ tagline this also is?

BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWW

… I’m back. Server was hacked. This makes me think of the saying that you’re not really a Copenhagener until you have your bike stolen. You’re not really a (micro)-webmaster, until the server is hacked. I have now successfully overcome that ritual. I am a Copenhagener and a (micro)-webmaster. I won’t import old entries from BlogSpot, because all the image links are broken, and I don’t feel like looking them all up, rename and upload them in that specific folder again. So you have to live without them LOLcats, etc.

I have a really long rant sitting in my head about how my body fucks up my life and how I really hate the “damsel in distress”-function in action, and how I beat myself up not having handeled that really well, but oh, well, not going to post them :o)