Cruiser From Hell

Today it happened. Driving an All-American Car finally had me pay my tributes.

I locked myself out.

When I came to the Cruiser and slipped in and wanted to start the engine, I found that the windshield is frozen. So I took the CD case I usually keep there for defrosting the windows, and when I left the car, the door shut *BANG* close and of course the keys were still in the car and of course this damnable RC commander module for teleoperation of the door locks had activated before and locked the doors.

So I stood outside, the car was silenty and I bet somewhat happily humming and kept me freezing.

F***!!! What do the Yankees do when this happens to them? Do they simply buy a new car or what???

Useless sh%& you lose your precious little free time over

We just xed ourselves y Tune&BeeKay come 2 work early (when it's dark) & leave only *very* late.

Wemeans... Tune doesn't need to go home. His so-called "home" is an example of spartan Zen interior design. Okay, skip the Zen part.

And BeeKay, well, all he has @home is his computer farm which is online 24/7 anyway and *surely* can be administrated from his office. And besides, all he'd hv 2 do w/ it is to look at the firewall log files and complain the next day about how many viruses hv tried 2 invade his system and how his log files hv grown bcoz of this and that he had 2 rotate them out and such.

Well, Techno allegedly has no other reason to GOTO HOME than to skim through the gigabytes that hv accumulated by recording digital TV broadcasts and to transcode them into DVD-compatible material.

And me? Well... apart from my secret little passions and vices, I go home to... well, say, read the current issue of the Zeit before the next one arrives. But then again, often I'm so tired that I just drop down in front of the TV and wait for the Simpsons. But since it's difficult to synchronize coming home with the start of the Simpsons, I usually bump into some trashy stuff which is so disgusting that I begin zapping from channel 2 channel and round and round until finally the Simpsons begin.
Well. Usually, that very moment I notice that I'm hungry. So I get up and initialize a pizza preparation cycle. When I return, there's a commercial break, and when I return the 2nd time after hving set up the ready pizza for eating, well... Simpsons are over.

That's my life.

Stinky Smell

Some days, there is a most horrible smell (aka "Stinky Smell") in our office rooms (aka "Chambers of the MMI"). It originates from... the Techno.

Or rather, from the Techno's surroundings. It is closely related with his nourishing behaviours, namely, how he prefers to consume the famous German Erasco Suppen-Eintöpfe. The Source Of All Evil is:

Obviously, this can be eaten cold. (At least it hasn't hurt the Techno. Yet.) Just open the can, ignore the clotted fat blobs on the surface, and dig right in! Let your taste buds frolick! (Your colleagues might condemn this, though.)

Anyway - the only way to escape the Stinky Smell emanating from this Can Of Doom is to jump out of the window.

Hasta La Vista

Hello evrybdy.

I'm back from my Spanish course. In Spain. Of two weeks. In Sevilla and a second city too small to be mentioned.
And hey, yes, it rained (lluvío or lluvió?). But well, some rain, some shine, so evrybdy was happy, and in the end there was even warm water for morning shower again. The first day, we burned the fuse on heating the water. Okay, okay, admittedly we switched on the light in the same moment that we heated the water.
What else? I hope to soon post a link to a small photo gallery from Spain here.

(And yes, standby, I will also finally add sth to the still-missing list of Ground-Breaking Technological Advances that was announced earlier.)