observations (I)
What are you listening, that Oldenburg is a miserable student city?
For example, at the surprisingly high number of penetrating to wear glasses on black parties.
Monday, December 26, 2005
Sunday, December 4, 2005
Dimensions Of A Dvd Case In Inch
to Conservative to the rescue??
This is the description of a new comic series that in the states _wirklich gibt_! Super-Conservative fight against the "liberals danger". I feel sick!
liberality FOR ALL # 1 (On Sale Now)
'It is 2021, tomorrow is the 20th anniversary of 9 / 11. America is under oppression by ultra-liberal extremists who have surrendered governing authority to the United Nations. Hate speech legislation called the "Coulter Laws" have forced vocal conservatives underground. A group of bio-mechanically enhanced conservatives led by Sean Hannity, G. Gordon Liddy, Oliver North, and a young man born on September 11, 2001, set out to thwart Ambassador Usama bin Laden's plans to nuke New York City.'
Series concept: What if today's anti-war Liberals were in charge of the American government and had been since 9/11? What would that society look like in the year 2021? What would be the results of fighting “a more sensitive war on terror” and looking to the corrupt United Nations to solve all of America 's problems? In Liberality For All , the reader sees a vision of that future where there is only one justified type of war…the war against Conservatives and their ideals.
This is the description of a new comic series that in the states _wirklich gibt_! Super-Conservative fight against the "liberals danger". I feel sick!
liberality FOR ALL # 1 (On Sale Now)
'It is 2021, tomorrow is the 20th anniversary of 9 / 11. America is under oppression by ultra-liberal extremists who have surrendered governing authority to the United Nations. Hate speech legislation called the "Coulter Laws" have forced vocal conservatives underground. A group of bio-mechanically enhanced conservatives led by Sean Hannity, G. Gordon Liddy, Oliver North, and a young man born on September 11, 2001, set out to thwart Ambassador Usama bin Laden's plans to nuke New York City.'
Series concept: What if today's anti-war Liberals were in charge of the American government and had been since 9/11? What would that society look like in the year 2021? What would be the results of fighting “a more sensitive war on terror” and looking to the corrupt United Nations to solve all of America 's problems? In Liberality For All , the reader sees a vision of that future where there is only one justified type of war…the war against Conservatives and their ideals.
Moth Protection For Wool Coat
Batman and Superman is a dick is gay!
We always knew it and there even is proof:
http://superdickery.com/
Check out these categories:
Superman is a dick
Seduction of the Innocent
This site is always good for a cheap laugh.
We always knew it and there even is proof:
http://superdickery.com/
Check out these categories:
Superman is a dick
Seduction of the Innocent
This site is always good for a cheap laugh.
Monday, May 23, 2005
Carmel Vs Chestnut Hair Color
gains, profits, profits!
today fresh from the factory word: Finally a contest! Who finds out how cute even industry, the following sequence of words relates, from our inexhaustible source of a word to win your choice!
My Perfectly adapted suit
I like the normal days. I get up, the alarm clock reminds me, after I got up and I turned it off, again easy because I slept better not do if I intended to get any reference from my boss, do my morning toilet, get dressed, have breakfast short, put briefly the envelope with the rent for the next three months with my landlord about over, thanks to me indicating that I will fly out of the apartment, I should not pay my rent and get into a car to drive to work. And I almost would be a smooth simply set off from my reserved parking space, would not have thrown that nice meter maid just at this moment in front of my car to tell me that illegal parking fine with a sensitive and possibly a tow truck will be punished. "Thanks," I say, "that could really backfire."
by ferry across the city to the office at a primary school. Ah, the first day of school. Hordes of parents stand with their children on the playground and can be discussed with the head teacher, we have compulsory education in this country, and therefore it is under the threat of both monetary and given prison sentences and to give the children in primary school. A cheeky boy who dares to say something like "But we are is just ...", but fortunately interrupted by his father. Hach how naive kids are still in part.
some point after a traffic light would I stopped by a police car. See my papers and find out, just before let the nice police officers go on me that it would be a violation of the rules and quite expensive, I would get the idea that this or other lights to cross, while those shown in red. "Color blindness no excuse" it says, for I could feel fortunate to have a driver's license, because the repeated driving without such means have the potential to draw a longer prison stay by my side is. I am, however, all the rest of the way many really glad that this cup has gone even one inch away from me.
order to provide for my lunch break, I think even briefly at a supermarket. Take me a little food and a pack of cigarettes (the word "consumption of cannabis, LSD and heroin is illegal and will be prosecuted") from the shelf, go to checkout, pay will be informed by the cashier that shoplifting is not a petty offense and shall be reported immediately, and go to work at.
I like my job. Besides the fact that the work is fun in itself, I'm in the rare, fortunate to have an understanding boss who takes care of almost overprotective about his employees. This notice as every time I put him a report a few hours before the due date on the table, he smiles, pats me on the shoulder and mentioned chummy, he would fire me if I would sleep at my desk constantly. Yes, that's my boss.
In the evening I like to go to concerts or eating in a restaurant. One of the most beautiful experience in concerts, it is always when the singer asked for just before the first addition of hearing and with an incredibly likeable honesty to the assembled audience explained how much he still sucks big time place when people imagine the concert hall and that dull, but nevertheless without a card to buy the concert listen from outside. The hard fist of the law will feel it, these pigs, and of course there is no question that I like the rest of the paying public of these desirable SETTING By thunderous applause and collectively put forward promise, necessarily of concert venues keep away, we should not have enough money for a ticket to walk by to pay tribute. And eating out? Well, almost more beautiful than the delicious meal is the booklet that is stapled to the credit card receipt, and is explained in the sweet words to fear reprisals which have Zechpreller.
And like almost every night is the culmination of lovemaking with my wife and while its always nice story, which concerns about what I could expect everything they would ever catch me with some other bitch. Yes, I love my life. And that's a good thing, because, as the billboard of the Ministry of Justice For years white to convey - to commit suicide after all, that the death penalty.
today fresh from the factory word: Finally a contest! Who finds out how cute even industry, the following sequence of words relates, from our inexhaustible source of a word to win your choice!
My Perfectly adapted suit
I like the normal days. I get up, the alarm clock reminds me, after I got up and I turned it off, again easy because I slept better not do if I intended to get any reference from my boss, do my morning toilet, get dressed, have breakfast short, put briefly the envelope with the rent for the next three months with my landlord about over, thanks to me indicating that I will fly out of the apartment, I should not pay my rent and get into a car to drive to work. And I almost would be a smooth simply set off from my reserved parking space, would not have thrown that nice meter maid just at this moment in front of my car to tell me that illegal parking fine with a sensitive and possibly a tow truck will be punished. "Thanks," I say, "that could really backfire."
by ferry across the city to the office at a primary school. Ah, the first day of school. Hordes of parents stand with their children on the playground and can be discussed with the head teacher, we have compulsory education in this country, and therefore it is under the threat of both monetary and given prison sentences and to give the children in primary school. A cheeky boy who dares to say something like "But we are is just ...", but fortunately interrupted by his father. Hach how naive kids are still in part.
some point after a traffic light would I stopped by a police car. See my papers and find out, just before let the nice police officers go on me that it would be a violation of the rules and quite expensive, I would get the idea that this or other lights to cross, while those shown in red. "Color blindness no excuse" it says, for I could feel fortunate to have a driver's license, because the repeated driving without such means have the potential to draw a longer prison stay by my side is. I am, however, all the rest of the way many really glad that this cup has gone even one inch away from me.
order to provide for my lunch break, I think even briefly at a supermarket. Take me a little food and a pack of cigarettes (the word "consumption of cannabis, LSD and heroin is illegal and will be prosecuted") from the shelf, go to checkout, pay will be informed by the cashier that shoplifting is not a petty offense and shall be reported immediately, and go to work at.
I like my job. Besides the fact that the work is fun in itself, I'm in the rare, fortunate to have an understanding boss who takes care of almost overprotective about his employees. This notice as every time I put him a report a few hours before the due date on the table, he smiles, pats me on the shoulder and mentioned chummy, he would fire me if I would sleep at my desk constantly. Yes, that's my boss.
In the evening I like to go to concerts or eating in a restaurant. One of the most beautiful experience in concerts, it is always when the singer asked for just before the first addition of hearing and with an incredibly likeable honesty to the assembled audience explained how much he still sucks big time place when people imagine the concert hall and that dull, but nevertheless without a card to buy the concert listen from outside. The hard fist of the law will feel it, these pigs, and of course there is no question that I like the rest of the paying public of these desirable SETTING By thunderous applause and collectively put forward promise, necessarily of concert venues keep away, we should not have enough money for a ticket to walk by to pay tribute. And eating out? Well, almost more beautiful than the delicious meal is the booklet that is stapled to the credit card receipt, and is explained in the sweet words to fear reprisals which have Zechpreller.
And like almost every night is the culmination of lovemaking with my wife and while its always nice story, which concerns about what I could expect everything they would ever catch me with some other bitch. Yes, I love my life. And that's a good thing, because, as the billboard of the Ministry of Justice For years white to convey - to commit suicide after all, that the death penalty.
Sunday, April 3, 2005
Letter Call Signs Fowtrot Tango
De Profundis (intestinorum)
De Profundis (intestinorum)
is energy mass is space-time is information. This realization of the relativity and quantum theory, originally only to invent, to reduce paper costs at universities gets suddenly unexpected validity, if one of a noise on his own ideas that inject only as one, within seconds into a deep, empty, black hole is and nothing, NOTHING additional work, the series gets.
And why? Because creativity is the same simple laws of physics subject as any stone, any "laser" beam, jedes Up-Quark und v.a. jeder Luftballon.
Genau wie jeder Luftballon, den man losläßt, um zuzusehen, wie er mit einem furzenden Geräusch seine Kreise durch die Atmosphäre zieht, um dann erschlafft auf den Boden zu fallen und zu verrotten (welch exzellente Allegorie auf das Leben übrigens), will kreativer Output vor allem eins: Nach vorne. Weiter. Egal wie, hauptsache Gas geben.
(wenn man R.H. von V.N. glauben darf, bedeutet zumindest in Irland “to give gas” so etwas wie “einen Furz ablassen” und reiht sich somit in die unglaubliche Phalanx von gedanklichen Parallelen ein. Wie ich schon sagte: Alles dasselbe.)
Zurück zum Luftballon. Dieser ist ein innen hollow rubber article, the one filled with air through a small opening, until the internal pressure is much higher than the external pressure, and then fly in actual case of one slip away. This works as follows: The air pressure in the balloon expands evenly in all directions, thus generating a field of force vectors that result due to the even distribution of a total force of zero - at least almost. For through the opening can escape this pressure, and thus there is no power to the rear. Adding together all the forces acting, you get so out of a total vector that shows a little away from this opening, and is like a wonderful coincidence also exactly the direction in which flies the total system air balloon.
The trick is to make this sweet, innocent rubber object moves itself in one direction, ie to limit the driving force, but not quite. The underlying principle called blowback, and contrary to the opinion of the general populace (which is not natural to my readers, so at least the hope) he has nothing to do with wind resistance, but really based only on the pressure to escape in one direction in the other, however. Millions of homesick astronauts on the moon would not think any curse, the other proved. What has
this balloon now to do with creativity? Well, it's all the same! A spontaneous idea to have felt, not without reason as any pressure on the brain. And this idea must be guided channeled, brought in a certain direction, usually happens is exactly ... nothing. If you give an idea not a carefully tailored set of boundaries, they will either remain in place until they notice any more (very akin to the feeling of social dogmatism, a certain thing that I've mentioned here many times to suppress); or there's something much worse: they simply evaporates, and the unseen. The moment in which either everything or nothing at all possible is, will be "nothing" the realistic result. Look at the Generation X, it enters the sheer possibilities on the spot.
creativity will be conducted. Will you first realize what you will NOT everything, and you build it for you a balloon. Then formed on an interesting point you see an opening, also short, and you will notice that you will be catapulted into the exact opposite direction in an uncertain, yet promising future. It may go out of not only a well within the air.
De Profundis (intestinorum)
is energy mass is space-time is information. This realization of the relativity and quantum theory, originally only to invent, to reduce paper costs at universities gets suddenly unexpected validity, if one of a noise on his own ideas that inject only as one, within seconds into a deep, empty, black hole is and nothing, NOTHING additional work, the series gets.
And why? Because creativity is the same simple laws of physics subject as any stone, any "laser" beam, jedes Up-Quark und v.a. jeder Luftballon.
Genau wie jeder Luftballon, den man losläßt, um zuzusehen, wie er mit einem furzenden Geräusch seine Kreise durch die Atmosphäre zieht, um dann erschlafft auf den Boden zu fallen und zu verrotten (welch exzellente Allegorie auf das Leben übrigens), will kreativer Output vor allem eins: Nach vorne. Weiter. Egal wie, hauptsache Gas geben.
(wenn man R.H. von V.N. glauben darf, bedeutet zumindest in Irland “to give gas” so etwas wie “einen Furz ablassen” und reiht sich somit in die unglaubliche Phalanx von gedanklichen Parallelen ein. Wie ich schon sagte: Alles dasselbe.)
Zurück zum Luftballon. Dieser ist ein innen hollow rubber article, the one filled with air through a small opening, until the internal pressure is much higher than the external pressure, and then fly in actual case of one slip away. This works as follows: The air pressure in the balloon expands evenly in all directions, thus generating a field of force vectors that result due to the even distribution of a total force of zero - at least almost. For through the opening can escape this pressure, and thus there is no power to the rear. Adding together all the forces acting, you get so out of a total vector that shows a little away from this opening, and is like a wonderful coincidence also exactly the direction in which flies the total system air balloon.
The trick is to make this sweet, innocent rubber object moves itself in one direction, ie to limit the driving force, but not quite. The underlying principle called blowback, and contrary to the opinion of the general populace (which is not natural to my readers, so at least the hope) he has nothing to do with wind resistance, but really based only on the pressure to escape in one direction in the other, however. Millions of homesick astronauts on the moon would not think any curse, the other proved. What has
this balloon now to do with creativity? Well, it's all the same! A spontaneous idea to have felt, not without reason as any pressure on the brain. And this idea must be guided channeled, brought in a certain direction, usually happens is exactly ... nothing. If you give an idea not a carefully tailored set of boundaries, they will either remain in place until they notice any more (very akin to the feeling of social dogmatism, a certain thing that I've mentioned here many times to suppress); or there's something much worse: they simply evaporates, and the unseen. The moment in which either everything or nothing at all possible is, will be "nothing" the realistic result. Look at the Generation X, it enters the sheer possibilities on the spot.
creativity will be conducted. Will you first realize what you will NOT everything, and you build it for you a balloon. Then formed on an interesting point you see an opening, also short, and you will notice that you will be catapulted into the exact opposite direction in an uncertain, yet promising future. It may go out of not only a well within the air.
Saturday, February 26, 2005
Rogue Status Gun Show Helmet
The battlefield
modern wars? No, honestly I think the current approach of the American army is not modern. Yes, granted, they use already pretty nice toys, only to be ultimately but drawn from Muslim, equivalent to a bunch of peasants armed with pitchforks into a second Vietnam, but ... "Modern"? Definitely not.
The real battles of today are in fact no more little things for political, religious differences, or simply discharged pure greed. No, the real enemy of this part of our humanity, who is also known euphemistically called the "First World" is, quite simply anything but we . Every situation, every object, every damn still so harmless looking atom can always strike back at the crucial moment and leave us highly developed and spiritualized, to give wirs but actually pretty cool creatures very old and in serious cases stand dead. And although none would admit that most of us can sing a song from this problem, and each of us secretly admire Farin Urlaub that he does just that simple.
But this is not the lonely struggle of a Wannabe Punks against his fridge, this is about a much bigger battle: the crushing defeat of the army bestöckschuhter tomb Chicksen against anyone other than the most brutal of all the enemies - the reality.
Who will be gone that night, like almost every Saturday in the church, the grand Acting may have observed that announced itself to me shortly after the Altona train station, I wondered already, why put any practical jokers on the snowed and mirror-smooth pavements lots half full black garbage bags, had the slow night in the wind gusts moved back and forth, when suddenly shot from one of these bags a bloody hand, tried to hold my leg and a very half-dead-sounding female voice at me with absolute power, it managed to send a rasping "help" up to my ear. Startled, I spun around, only to stumble on the last leg I fully available, and in probably a very unsightly rotary motion to lie on the cause, which turned out to be so much answer can view as a Goth-cutting in paint-covered clothes. She had since have been lying around for an hour, when I went to the pool of blood, resulting from the body which in better times was probably time of transition from their platform boots to rest her leg at a time across the protruding bone and then the floor poured - and, given its rapidly weakening Stöhnlaute and the fact that the basement entrance of a neighboring house has a pack of rats with large eyes on her Mitternachtsmahl waited, I had to find that it too late for them was. Since nothing more could be saved, Darwin would bring them within the next minute in their very own little hell and hopefully inculcate her for her next reincarnation, but next time that they wear to the disco should leave if they because necessarily require, to carry this footwear, except that Dran-licking really holds no even vaguely recognizable sense.
Do you know these films, in which only becomes a "personal" disaster showed the camera moves back in this very moment and you realize that the scene of action in the middle of just at the height be located Apocalypse is? That's how I felt when I roused myself again and this poor creature was so long in the head until she had finally taken their grimy paws on my leg. Because when I went on from there towards the church, was from the streets of my battlefield. Everywhere in front of me, behind me and around me were small female picture of misery in a thoroughly respectable clothes, most have long since dead and the other on the verge of complaining, moaning, waiting for that from somewhere the saving troops doctor comes and they returned towed to base camp , but just knowing that they're at it, breathe out their life, and for what? Ten centimeters damned and the chance to possibly are now finally time to fuck. That is no reason they went into battle against the outside world, and of course happened, what had to happen: They have lost big. None of them has reached the port of saving, and everything else the world will remember about them is that for an evening of church parking lot looked like the heart of Braveheart, as the reality of playing off their toughest asset: the cobblestones.
Today I will lay a wreath at the church to remember what has just happened - half of the resident black scene has terminated in a hopeless strategic move by itself. And the world just goes on, was still there, and let not impressed at the very low ones.
So much blood for such a stupid purpose ...
The battlefield
modern wars? No, honestly I think the current approach of the American army is not modern. Yes, granted, they use already pretty nice toys, only to be ultimately but drawn from Muslim, equivalent to a bunch of peasants armed with pitchforks into a second Vietnam, but ... "Modern"? Definitely not.
The real battles of today are in fact no more little things for political, religious differences, or simply discharged pure greed. No, the real enemy of this part of our humanity, who is also known euphemistically called the "First World" is, quite simply anything but we . Every situation, every object, every damn still so harmless looking atom can always strike back at the crucial moment and leave us highly developed and spiritualized, to give wirs but actually pretty cool creatures very old and in serious cases stand dead. And although none would admit that most of us can sing a song from this problem, and each of us secretly admire Farin Urlaub that he does just that simple.
But this is not the lonely struggle of a Wannabe Punks against his fridge, this is about a much bigger battle: the crushing defeat of the army bestöckschuhter tomb Chicksen against anyone other than the most brutal of all the enemies - the reality.
Who will be gone that night, like almost every Saturday in the church, the grand Acting may have observed that announced itself to me shortly after the Altona train station, I wondered already, why put any practical jokers on the snowed and mirror-smooth pavements lots half full black garbage bags, had the slow night in the wind gusts moved back and forth, when suddenly shot from one of these bags a bloody hand, tried to hold my leg and a very half-dead-sounding female voice at me with absolute power, it managed to send a rasping "help" up to my ear. Startled, I spun around, only to stumble on the last leg I fully available, and in probably a very unsightly rotary motion to lie on the cause, which turned out to be so much answer can view as a Goth-cutting in paint-covered clothes. She had since have been lying around for an hour, when I went to the pool of blood, resulting from the body which in better times was probably time of transition from their platform boots to rest her leg at a time across the protruding bone and then the floor poured - and, given its rapidly weakening Stöhnlaute and the fact that the basement entrance of a neighboring house has a pack of rats with large eyes on her Mitternachtsmahl waited, I had to find that it too late for them was. Since nothing more could be saved, Darwin would bring them within the next minute in their very own little hell and hopefully inculcate her for her next reincarnation, but next time that they wear to the disco should leave if they because necessarily require, to carry this footwear, except that Dran-licking really holds no even vaguely recognizable sense.
Do you know these films, in which only becomes a "personal" disaster showed the camera moves back in this very moment and you realize that the scene of action in the middle of just at the height be located Apocalypse is? That's how I felt when I roused myself again and this poor creature was so long in the head until she had finally taken their grimy paws on my leg. Because when I went on from there towards the church, was from the streets of my battlefield. Everywhere in front of me, behind me and around me were small female picture of misery in a thoroughly respectable clothes, most have long since dead and the other on the verge of complaining, moaning, waiting for that from somewhere the saving troops doctor comes and they returned towed to base camp , but just knowing that they're at it, breathe out their life, and for what? Ten centimeters damned and the chance to possibly are now finally time to fuck. That is no reason they went into battle against the outside world, and of course happened, what had to happen: They have lost big. None of them has reached the port of saving, and everything else the world will remember about them is that for an evening of church parking lot looked like the heart of Braveheart, as the reality of playing off their toughest asset: the cobblestones.
Today I will lay a wreath at the church to remember what has just happened - half of the resident black scene has terminated in a hopeless strategic move by itself. And the world just goes on, was still there, and let not impressed at the very low ones.
So much blood for such a stupid purpose ...
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