http://www.cnn.com/2008/POLITICS/12/30/illinois.senate/index.html
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Illinois Gov. Rod Blagojevich on Tuesday will name former Illinois
Attorney General Roland Burris to the U.S. Senate, sources familiar
with the decision say.[...]
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Why, why the fuck, is this clown still in office?!
*argh* That's... That's just wrong on so many levels.
20081230
A political "What The Fuck?!"
20081117
What the FUCK was she thinking?
So, this morning (around 18 hours ago), I turn on my PC and start up Thunderbird.
The first message I get, is that someone wants to befriend me at Facebook.
I blink, slightly confused, and read on.
I read her name.
I stare.
I blink.
I stare some more.
It was my first girlfriend.
The damn[list of expletives] who nearly destroyed me 7 years ago. We
parted on a "high note" which involved her trying to kick me in my
private parts while shouting "because of you I will never love again!"
in a public area. ... When SHE was the one who broke it off in the
first place. (That outbreak came two days later, when she asked me if
we could try it one more time and I more or less told her to fuck off
and never come again.)
I shredded/threw away everything that reminded me of my year with her.
I mended all the emotional scars. I thanked my then closest friends for
pulling me out of there back then profoundly. I initiated a
scorched-earth policy, and I let her know that without her my life got
better, way better, for me. That "losing" her was the best thing that
ever happened to me (Not entirely true. Two weeks after the break up I
met the girl who would be my second girlfriend a few weeks later. And
that was one of the best times in my life.)
And now, out of the blue, she wants to befriend me at Facebook.
I immediately clicked "ignore" and I will neither write her nor
read/acknowledge any of her messages, because I really don't need the
drama right now. Or ever again.
But... *argh* The sheer guts she must posses to want to take up contact again.
She was one of the very few humans alive I ever wished fiery death
upon. I chilled down considerably, but my first reaction to reading or
hearing her name is still a sneer and an involuntary shake of my head.
...
What the FUCK was she thinking?
20081001
05 - Moments pt.1
Today, after a so-so job-interview, I was standing at a train station at the fucking end of nowhere...
I was listening to the Vitamin String Quartet's version of Rob Dougan's "Clubbed to Death "Kurayamino variation" (a very, very nice tribute, by the way).
And while listening to this, under grey clouds and a slight drizzle coming down, a leaf floated to the ground. Performing a short dance while doing so.
Pretty cool. Very beautiful. Utterly fitting for the moment.
20080913
04 - The Streets of my Mind
So, this night I got blown off two times in a row.
And then I said: Fuck it.
So I loaded the iTouch with some music and PsychS3E1, took my car and... Set off.
First one hour of simply driving. In the rain. In the dark. Without a target.
It was bloody brilliant. Relaxing. Mind-freeing. Soothing.
Then I pulled over the nearest Burger King, got myself a menu, pulled to the nearest parking lot, and watched the Episode of Psych while eating in the car, with the rain falling on the roof and utter darkness around me. Like having a cool cinema all for yourself.
Then, again an hour of driving. This time with some targets. The places my first two girlfriends lived, when I dated them. The place my most fondly remembered affair lived, when I dated her. The places where I had my first dates. The place of my first working experience. My schools. Forgotten Bars and Pubs and Places I Met Friends At, back when.
And I thought. The car drove itself by pure instinct. My mind was full with memories. Good and bad. Slight and Intense. Simple Pictures and full-on memory-movies complete with sounds and smells. I let it all flow over me.
And then I headed home. Via the darkest and emptiest route I could think off. I opened the windows, blasted the music loudly and put the pedal to the metal, so to speak. I let the engine have some fun, too.
And now I'm here. Writing this all.
Telling you about it.
And feeling good.
With a much less troubled mind.
20080824
Number 03: Coming Home.
The last
few days made me realize something. About a few very different things in life.
Those disparate points of interest being: 1. Word Processors and 2. Old Stuff.
Point of Order No.2 – Old Stuff
20080701
Number 02 : Vampire Beach Babes - Beach Blanket Bedlam!
I wanted to bring you music. So I will bring you music. And start with something new, even for me. Gothic Surf Music. Yes. Really. From Canada even. It gets better and better, right?
Anyway, they're fun. Really, really fun. Their tracks range from utterly upbeat stuff to some songs with ballad-like qualities. Baron Marcus' vocals aren't that distinct from other singers, but he carries the fun and style through the whole record. I literally could imagine a Buffy-esque Vamp-surfer rockin' on stage, at night, on a beach, surrounded by bonfires and partying teenagers and the occasional demon. All clad in 50's/60's surfer-regalia, of course. Heck, Austin Powers or the guys from U.N.C.L.E. could join in for a scene or two.
It's fun music. Nothing more, nothing less. But this, it does really well. So enjoy. :) (And spread the word, if you should like them. Support music however you can.)
01 - Hot Foot.
02 - Broken.
03 - Bad Boys, Bad Girls.
04 - Johnny don't Race.
05 - Stars in Your Eyes.
06 - Sandflea.
07 - Sunshine on Me.
08 - Waves.
09 - Devilman.
10 - Spank that Thang.
11 - Droppin' Da Curl.
12 - When You Cry.
13 - Slippin' Away.
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20080630
Number 01
And so it begins. Again. But this time, a clean slate. There will be no old stories (Ah, well, most of the time. Sometimes some old stuff simply comes to the surface, and then all bets are off.), because the last 2 months alone would've been way too much to convey. So I will keep them in my memories.
Last weekend, Cologne. With Alice and Susanne.
Friday. Arrival, getting slightly lost, the Queen Musical. It rocked.
A Saturday full with walking, shopping, talking, exploring and getting lost some more. It rocked. And hurt. Mostly the feet. Mostly Alice's feet.
The Sunday, spent on Melaten cemetery. Beautiful. Relaxed. Relaxing. Not morbid at all, surprisingly.
More things. Mostly emotional. I guess I have to deal with them.
...
Oh yeah, the "Mission Statement".
Posting of thoughts, experiences and short ideas.
Posting of Music, from time to time. Weird stuff. Rare stuff. Mostly good stuff (I hope).
Keeping it updated. Regularly. This time for real.
Perhaps (peeeerhaps) a consolidation with the LJ, at some point. I don't know yet.
...
So yeah.To all the people intent on reading stuff, welcome to the void. Enjoy the whispers.