I don't know where time's going these days.
I get up, chat with my Jonnie for a while, then I go to work, get back home, eat a little something, then talk some more with Jonnie and all of a sudden it's midnight and I'm tired and I go to bed.

I don't get ANYTHING done besides that! Anything like blogging for example... or building a website for TBBDC™ like I'm planning to do since march... or gaining world-leadership or or or... .

The only thing I manage to do every now and then is take a new picture and for those who don't know yet, you can find these photos here or click on the "pics" link in column on the right.

Thought I'd let you know.

I left my office some 3 or 4 minutes ago to talk to a co-worker... and now I came back to see that the cleaning lady was here in those 3 or 4 minutes. She emptied my wastebaskets AND she threw away the cookie package that was laying on my desk. And I SWEAR that there was still one cookie in it, one cookie AT LEAST!

Grrrr.

Bad case of pastry theft.

I think I'll leave work an hour earlier today because a) that compensates the hour I was late this morning and b) this thinking about cookies makes me crave them even more. I have to buy some as soon as possible.

Imagine this: Hamburg, the year 26 after the birth of your inerrant deity. It’s springtime, the sun is shining, kids were playing in the garden and those goddamn 2 doves were getting it on in front of my window again. All is perfect untill my beloved Dell Optiplex™ desktop system decided to quit its duty.
Aahh!
I won’t go into boring tech details, but let me tell you as much as this: I tried to repair it, the situation got worse and worse, lots of swearwords were used and yes, sometimes I shed a tear or two.
After some few days I decided that I need professional advice. In order to avoid the expensive service hotline I wrote a mail to the Dell online tech support. I got a prompt answer by some irish guy (well, I think he was irish because he spoke a strange german-english-mix and his name was something like Liam O’… ummm… O’Dell… whatever) telling me that I should better call the hotline.
I was pissed but what should I do? I called the Dell service hotline at about 7 pm. So, there was this voice telling me how great Dell is and then it started to go “If you’re a privat user, press 1, if you’re a business customer, press 2 […] if you’re using a laptop, press 1, if you’re using a desktop system, press 2 […] if you’re using an optiplex system, press 1….” and so on and so on. After I finished their question marathon there was this voice from the beginning again: “Thank you for calling the Dell service hotline. Our business hours are from 8AM to 6PM. Bye!”. Hell, couldn’t they have said that BEFORE I spend some 5 minutes pressing 1s and 2s?!?!?! The guy that decided to do it in that order deserves a good fuck in the ass, damn!
OK, second try, next day: called the hotline again, pressed the 1s and 2s again and spend some two or three minutes in the waiting line. Guess what! Dell plays Brian Adams’ “Please forgive me!” on their waiting line. I guess they have their reasons.
A pretty friendly guy answered the phone and surprisesurprise was able to locate my problem and said that I he’ll advice some service guys from Hamburg to call me tomorrow and schedule a time when they’ll come to my flat and repair the pc. Nice.
The next day (which is today, Friday), I was sitting in my office and waiting for those guys to call. And waited and waited and waited. No call. Then I checked my private mail and found an eMail from those Dell guys telling me that they’ll be at my place this afternoon. Hell! A) we didn’t agree on that one and B) do they really think it’s clever not to call me but to eMail me? Remember, they consult me because my pc isn’t working! It was pure coincidence that I could check my mail from my office.
Well, I’ll cut it short now. I called Dell again, they told me that those Hamburg guys will call me on monday and also come again on monday. Well, we’ll see. This war isn’t won yet.

And yes, for you smart-asses out there who think “Why can she blog when her computer isn’t woorking?”: it’s not that it doesn’t work AT ALL, it just takes almost an hour(!) to boot it and it’s very picky about what it does and what not.

::sigh::

P.S.: Did I mention that my Dell service tag starts with "BOZ"... I'm sensing a little conspiration thingy going on...

Yeah, I know… except a short post about a quiz result (that said I’m dumber than all my disciples) there haven’t been many updates from me lately.

I’m so BUSY!

I’m working, I’m doing cult leader stuff like making deaf people walk and blind people hear (I’m starting on the beginners’ level) and TODAY I spend most of my time wondering where those 2 bruises and 3 scratches come from.
As I woke up today, I found those bruises and scratches on my legs, belly and cleavage and I have NO idea where they came from. They weren’t there when I went to bed the night before. Any relevant information concerning the origin of these wounds can be posted in the comments… anonymous, in case you’re the perpetrator and don’t want to be recognized. I won’t damn anyone, I just want to know what’s happened.

Something different: today is april 17. Exactly one month to go untill your deity’s birthday. So you better start saving your money for my presents. My wishlist is as follows:

- a ticket to L.A.
- incense, myrrh, gold
- a professional housekeeper, I so hate doing the dishes, cleaning up and all that

Wow, I can only think of 3 items… I can usually name at least a dozen, seems like I’m really getting old.

::sigh::

Had to take a little quiz...


You are a MASTER of the English language!


While your English is not exactly perfect,
you are still more grammatically correct than
just about every American. Still, there is
always room for improvement...

How grammatically sound are you?
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I'm not as good as Lisa, but then again, who is?

Well, I know that my English "is not exactly perfect", but I think it's sufficient to become President of the United States and what more could I ask for?

Yay, it’s spring! The first flowers bloom, the first sunbeams hit my face and the first exhibitionists show up (and off). Hooray, I saw my first exhibitionist in 2004! This one was particularily strange. He was standing on the pavement, took out his weiner and began stroking it. I was like “D’Oh!” but didn’t bother at all. In a sudden attack of egotism I thought that he was doing so because he saw me but soon after I thought “Dang, there is this Kindergarten right across the street and there are children playing on a playground, what if he’s turned on by that?!?”. There are so many perverts around. Just when I was about to do something about that guy he, well, cum and ran away.

That event was already a few days ago. Well, it was just the day after that when this guy returned to do the exact same thing in exact the same place. But somebody must have called the police. The cops arrived before the exhibitionist could fulfill his prophecy, but as far as I could see he somehow managed to escape again.

Well, now it was the cops’ duty to add a little comical value to the situation. You know those white lines they usually draw around dead bodies? They did that too in this “crime scenery”!

See:



That’s where the exhibitionist was standing.



Here was his left hand, the right one was busy. I coloured the mark red because the white paint couldn’t be seen very well in this picture.

They didn’t mark other body parts that could possibly be of any interest.

But what the fuck?! Why did the police do that?! The paint seems to be water-proof, so I’ll be able to enjoy this masterpiece of modern-art for a while. They also spilled a little paint on the pavement, it looks like an early Pollock.

Or are they going to build a wanker-memorial on the historical venue? Whatever.

By the way, I have a pretty decent tradition in spotting exhibitionists. I have never met anyone that saw as many as me. The number must be at least 20. I had my first exhibitionist at the age of like 12 and from then on it’s been something like a semi-annual event.

2003’s exhibitionists where particularily funny. One cut a hole in his jeans and had his mate hanging out and he was walking around as if it was the most common thing to do. Another one zipped his jeans open, took out his dick and waved at me, waved with his dick, that is.

It was hilarious.