Mittwoch, 28. Mai 2008

"Call it a rope!"

What happens if you finally go watch Indiana Jones and they are showing a preview of Sex and the City the same night? Yes. You end up in the cinema with a lot of guys. The row I was sitting in? Guys only. And a couple of girlfriends who didn't get tickets to Sex and the City tagged along.

Warning: slight spoilers ahead!

Anyways, loved the film and laughed my heads off. The storage facility! The fridge! The sword sticking to the box! The snake called rope! If you want to be a good archeologist you have to get out of the library! And Marion! :D Awwww. I was kinda the lonely 'Squeeee!' at the wedding scene with all the raging testosterone around me, but it didn't matter. I also didn't think the alien topic was too far out. I mean the idea of aliens having inspired the greatness of ancient cultures isn't that new, novel, or far out, so why not use it? And finally: I am not so much a fan of longish action sequences. Sometimes I am kinda glad when they get the fighting bit over with and I can go on and watch the movie. Here I loved every bit of the fighting. It was interesting to watch and it was funny. So thumbs up all the way for Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Chrystal Skull.

Dienstag, 27. Mai 2008

Inept Sloths

My presentation is due tomorrow, so here I am thinking about sloths. Don't ask, but if you do let me assure you I know exactly what I'm doing. And I just checked my second grade from last term for the paper that I thoroughly hated and that made me decide that I would never write anything fictional again - and I got a 1.0. One point zero, or A plus in American terms (I guess). I must have done something right. Actually I really should stop with the masters thing now. It can't get any better. Especially with the two papers I am going to write this term.

And the really weird thing about this that I get these grades although I really would rather be doing something else. :ugly: Anyways. Back to sloths and Douglas Adams.

Samstag, 24. Mai 2008

Reality Check please.

I would like to state two things. First of all here I am, I who have been sick for the last three days, but since I came here I have been doing things. I took the dog for a walk, I worked in the garden, I carried stones around, I cut the grass... I have been doing things. And, okay, I don't feel that brilliant, but not half as sick as yesterday in class. Could it be that I have city-related motion sickness?

Secondly I think I will need a second job for the summer months. To quote Centi: A heartfelt "Arschoffen?" to my employers. I know, there is not much work during the summer months, but WTH did you hire new workers then? Anyways, if I had a car I'd work at VW Werk in July, and that would solve my financial problems for at least four months. Apart from that there would be no need for me to stay in Berlin. Win-win. Unfortunately I don't have a car. But I might check for summer jobs around here none the less. The less I am in the city the better it seems to be for me.

Donnerstag, 22. Mai 2008

Time flies even when you're not having fun.

I actually thought this day would pass horribly slow and would drag itself torturing me with its pointlessness as I am kinda condemned to sitting, lying and resting. But whoooosh - it's already eight. I forgot that I am a master at killing time. Especially from 12 onwards time seems to just slip through my fingers, especially when there is something that I still need to do. Okay, today it's just copying some stuff on my laptop and burning a couple of CDs. Which I still haven't done although I had the whole day. Master at getting nothing done = me.

And I was just woken up by a knock on my door and guess who it was not? It was not the sexy male nurse bringing me nice hot tea. Really nobody seems to have pity with me and my needs.

Mittwoch, 21. Mai 2008

It so sucks.

So I'm ill. I caught some infection that doesn't make me sneeze but that makes me feel like crap. I spent two hours waiting at the doctor's today (where I managed to read sixty pages of North and South) but at least the doctor also gave me some advice on what pills I could try. ;-) Apart from that it's just down to drinking a lot.

And I am kinda inclined to have M. get a certain cellphone number for me, so I can offer my work appointment tomorrow. Then again I need to work. Oh well, I'll decide tomorrow morning, but M., you could actually already get that number for me. :ugly:

Dienstag, 20. Mai 2008

A maiden and a dwarf. Yeah, right.

That was one of the answers for the test that I wrote today and I got it right. Of course that one stuck in my head. Lancelot sends a maiden to Arthur as messenger and she is accompanied by a dwarf because that is the custom for a maiden on such a journey.

Yeah, right.

Well, I made it to class although I felt rather dizzy, and by now I also have normal symptoms of the cold that I have caught other than feeling like crap and having my knees buckle under me. I know, people who get the usual cold with sneezing and coughing would probably say: "Geez, be glad! You don't use up billions of handkerchiefs and can sleep through the night because you don't cough." I say I find it creepy if my body tells me to lie down but gives no specific reasons. But enough of whining and complaining. Let's get to drinking (tea, people, just tea) and sleeping.

Montag, 19. Mai 2008

Man, that is one giant book list.

To distract me from this afternoon's trauma of dizziness and ruined shopping: book meme. These are the books from the BBC's "The Big Read". Bold are the books I've already read, in italics those that I'd like to read, and crossed out those that I picked up and put away out of whichever reasons. The rest are those I have never heard about, thought about or wanted to read. Here we go:

1. The Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien
2. Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen
3. His Dark Materials, Philip Pullman
4. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams
5. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, JK Rowling
6. To Kill a Mockingbird, Harper Lee
7. Winnie the Pooh, AA Milne
8. Nineteen Eighty-Four, George Orwell
9. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, CS Lewis
10. Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë
11. Catch-22, Joseph Heller
12. Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë
13. Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks
14. Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier
15. The Catcher in the Rye, JD Salinger
16. The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame
17. Great Expectations, Charles Dickens
18. Little Women, Louisa May Alcott
19. Captain Corelli's Mandolin, Louis de Bernieres
20. War and Peace, Leo Tolstoy
21. Gone with the Wind, Margaret Mitchell
22. Harry Potter And The Philosopher's Stone, JK Rowling
23. Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets, JK Rowling
24. Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban, JK Rowling
25. The Hobbit, JRR Tolkien
26. Tess Of The D'Urbervilles, Thomas Hardy
27. Middlemarch, George Eliot
28. A Prayer For Owen Meany, John Irving
29. The Grapes Of Wrath, John Steinbeck
30. Alice's Adventures In Wonderland, Lewis Carroll
31. The Story Of Tracy Beaker, Jacqueline Wilson
32. One Hundred Years Of Solitude, Gabriel García Márquez
33. The Pillars Of The Earth, Ken Follett
34. David Copperfield, Charles Dickens
35. Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, Roald Dahl
36. Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson
37. A Town Like Alice, Nevil Shute
38. Persuasion, Jane Austen
39. Dune, Frank Herbert
40. Emma, Jane Austen
41. Anne Of Green Gables, LM Montgomery
42. Watership Down, Richard Adams
43. The Great Gatsby, F Scott Fitzgerald
44. The Count Of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas
45. Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh
46. Animal Farm, George Orwell
47. A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens
48. Far From The Madding Crowd, Thomas Hardy
49. Goodnight Mister Tom, Michelle Magorian
50. The Shell Seekers, Rosamunde Pilcher
51. The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett
52. Of Mice And Men, John Steinbeck
53. The Stand, Stephen King
54. Anna Karenina, Leo Tolstoy
55. A Suitable Boy, Vikram Seth
56. The BFG, Roald Dahl
57. Swallows And Amazons, Arthur Ransome
58. Black Beauty, Anna Sewell
59. Artemis Fowl, Eoin Colfer
60. Crime And Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky
61. Noughts And Crosses, Malorie Blackman
62. Memoirs Of A Geisha, Arthur Golden
63. A Tale Of Two Cities, Charles Dickens
64. The Thorn Birds, Colleen McCollough
65. Mort, Terry Pratchett
66. The Magic Faraway Tree, Enid Blyton
67. The Magus, John Fowles
68. Good Omens, Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman
69. Guards! Guards!, Terry Pratchett
70. Lord Of The Flies, William Golding
71. Perfume, Patrick Süskind
72. The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists, Robert Tressell
73. Night Watch, Terry Pratchett
74. Matilda, Roald Dahl
75. Bridget Jones's Diary, Helen Fielding
76. The Secret History, Donna Tartt
77. The Woman In White, Wilkie Collins
78. Ulysses, James Joyce
79. Bleak House, Charles Dickens
80. Double Act, Jacqueline Wilson
81. The Twits, Roald Dahl
82. I Capture The Castle, Dodie Smith
83. Holes, Louis Sachar
84. Gormenghast, Mervyn Peake
85. The God Of Small Things, Arundhati Roy
86. Vicky Angel, Jacqueline Wilson
87. Brave New World, Aldous Huxley
88. Cold Comfort Farm, Stella Gibbons
89. Magician, Raymond E Feist
90. On The Road, Jack Kerouac
91. The Godfather, Mario Puzo
92. The Clan Of The Cave Bear, Jean M Auel
93. The Colour Of Magic, Terry Pratchett
94. The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho
95. Katherine, Anya Seton
96. Kane And Abel, Jeffrey Archer
97. Love In The Time Of Cholera, Gabriel García Márquez
98. Girls In Love, Jacqueline Wilson
99. The Princess Diaries, Meg Cabot
100. Midnight's Children, Salman Rushdie
101. Three Men In A Boat, Jerome K. Jerome
102. Small Gods, Terry Pratchett
103. The Beach, Alex Garland
104. Dracula, Bram Stoker
105. Point Blanc, Anthony Horowitz
106. The Pickwick Papers, Charles Dickens
107. Stormbreaker, Anthony Horowitz
108. The Wasp Factory, Iain Banks
109. The Day Of The Jackal, Frederick Forsyth
110. The Illustrated Mum, Jacqueline Wilson
111. Jude The Obscure, Thomas Hardy
112. The Secret Diary Of Adrian Mole Aged 13¾, Sue Townsend
113. The Cruel Sea, Nicholas Monsarrat
114. Les Misérables, Victor Hugo
115. The Mayor Of Casterbridge, Thomas Hardy
116. The Dare Game, Jacqueline Wilson
117. Bad Girls, Jacqueline Wilson
118. The Picture Of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde
119. Shogun, James Clavell
120. The Day Of The Triffids, John Wyndham
121. Lola Rose, Jacqueline Wilson
122. Vanity Fair, William Makepeace Thackeray
123. The Forsyte Saga, John Galsworthy
124. House Of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski
125. The Poisonwood Bible, Barbara Kingsolver
126. Reaper Man, Terry Pratchett
127. Angus, Thongs And Full-Frontal Snogging, Louise Rennison
128. The Hound Of The Baskervilles, Arthur Conan Doyle
129. Possession, A. S. Byatt
130. The Master And Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov
131. The Handmaid's Tale, Margaret Atwood
132. Danny The Champion Of The World, Roald Dahl
133. East Of Eden, John Steinbeck
134. George's Marvellous Medicine, Roald Dahl
135. Wyrd Sisters, Terry Pratchett
136. The Color Purple, Alice Walker
137. Hogfather, Terry Pratchett
138. The Thirty-Nine Steps, John Buchan
139. Girls In Tears, Jacqueline Wilson
140. Sleepovers, Jacqueline Wilson
141. All Quiet On The Western Front, Erich Maria Remarque
142. Behind The Scenes At The Museum, Kate Atkinson
143. High Fidelity, Nick Hornby
144. It, Stephen King
145. James And The Giant Peach, Roald Dahl
146. The Green Mile, Stephen King
147. Papillon, Henri Charriere
148. Men At Arms, Terry Pratchett
149. Master And Commander, Patrick O'Brian
150. Skeleton Key, Anthony Horowitz
151. Soul Music, Terry Pratchett
152. Thief Of Time, Terry Pratchett
153. The Fifth Elephant, Terry Pratchett
154. Atonement, Ian McEwan
155. Secrets, Jacqueline Wilson
156. The Silver Sword, Ian Serraillier
157. One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, Ken Kesey
158. Heart Of Darkness, Joseph Conrad
159. Kim, Rudyard Kipling
160. Cross Stitch, Diana Gabaldon
161. Moby Dick, Herman Melville
162. River God, Wilbur Smith
163. Sunset Song, Lewis Grassic Gibbon
164. The Shipping News, Annie Proulx
165. The World According To Garp, John Irving
166. Lorna Doone, R. D. Blackmore
167. Girls Out Late, Jacqueline Wilson
168. The Far Pavilions, M. M. Kaye
169. The Witches, Roald Dahl
170. Charlotte's Web, E. B. White
171. Frankenstein, Mary Shelley
172. They Used To Play On Grass, Terry Venables and Gordon Williams
173. The Old Man And The Sea, Ernest Hemingway
174. The Name Of The Rose, Umberto Eco
175. Sophie's World, Jostein Gaarder
176. Dustbin Baby, Jacqueline Wilson
177. Fantastic Mr Fox, Roald Dahl
178. Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov
179. Jonathan Livingstone Seagull, Richard Bach
180. The Little Prince, Antoine De Saint-Exupery
181. The Suitcase Kid, Jacqueline Wilson
182. Oliver Twist, Charles Dickens
183. The Power Of One, Bryce Courtenay
184. Silas Marner, George Eliot
185. American Psycho, Bret Easton Ellis
186. The Diary Of A Nobody, George and Weedon Grossmith
187. Trainspotting, Irvine Welsh
188. Goosebumps, R. L. Stine
189. Heidi, Johanna Spyri
190. Sons And Lovers, D. H. LawrenceLife of Lawrence
191. The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera
192. Man And Boy, Tony Parsons
193. The Truth, Terry Pratchett
194. The War Of The Worlds, H. G. Wells
195. The Horse Whisperer, Nicholas Evans
196. A Fine Balance, Rohinton Mistry
197. Witches Abroad, Terry Pratchett
198. The Once And Future King, T. H. White
199. The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Eric Carle
200. Flowers In The Attic, Virginia Andrews

Three more words on that thing: I do have a good reason for not finishing The Great Gatsby other than I hated it. (I'd only say 'I hated it' about The Catcher in the Rye.) After ploughing my way through Saturday I intend never to read anything written by Ian McEwan again. And it's really hard to remember all the stuff that I devoured when I was still in school.

Uch. Great.

Work got cancelled for me today which means that I have more time to study today, but that I'll also have less money to spend on such unimportant things like food next month. Thank you. Thank you very much. Still I'm toying with the idea to go out and do some clothes shopping. I know, it is kinda stupid with me not havin any money anyway, but I need a new blouse anyway and there were some nice shirts that I really liked and that doesn't happen that often. Still, pissing me off.

BTW, yesterday's positiveness turned into I'm-not-in-the-mood-ness as I already mentioned, but I already reviewed the next part of the drama poem. So, beware, I'm on my way. Well, first on my way to get new clothes (I even already decided which mall I'm gonna haunt) but then on my way to line 3000. Later today.

Sonntag, 18. Mai 2008

Eleven days of happy...

... geekyness. I checked and found out I started watching Veronica Mars 11 days ago. And now I'm finished and well, the ending is so ... I just wanna undo it. It sucks that the show got canceled. There would have been so many cool things yet to show! So I'm gonna start watching all over again. *gg*

BTW, I have found a slightly different way to enhance my knowledge of King Arthur. Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade is on. Indy just sneezed right into the face of the butler. So I'll leave the really serious learning to tomorrow and Tuesday. Enough time anyway. And time for me today to check out Moonlight.


64 episodes. Veronica Mars has 64 epsiodes that I watched in a bit more than one week.

The scale of my geekiness just jumped right into my face, sang a jingle and demanded to be celebrated. I am going to do that now by finishing season three and starting all over again then. Or watching Moonlight. Or probably both.

(And yes, I am studying for the test on Morte D'Arthure on Tuesday. I am positive about finishing reviewing the thing up to line 2400something today.)

Donnerstag, 15. Mai 2008

Addictive Reception

Just one statement concerning addictive reception: Season Two of Veronica Mars in two days. *cough* Yeah, I had a lot of time. But not tomorrow, as I have to clean the place and study for the Beowulf test on Friday that I completely had forgotten about. *cough*

Yeah, go figure. And maybe tomorrow I'll try to figure out why I got so addicted.

Samstag, 10. Mai 2008

Die Arbeit ruft, ich hör nicht hin.

Ich wollte nur eben mitteilen, dass gewisse Blogeinträge mit Videos schlechter Qualität noch auf sich warten lassen werden, denn: ich habe das Datenkabel fürs Handy vergessen. Und so ein Ding soll 25 Euro kosten, also gibts erst wieder Datenaustausch, wenn ich zu Haus bin. (Wobei, da komm ich eh nie dazu, also dann erst danach.) Das führt dummerweise auch dazu, dass ich keine neue Musik aufs Handy packen kann, jetzt wo Maroon 5 endlich mal wieder ein tolles Lied rausgebracht haben. So eins, wo man gern unterwegs ist, wenn mans hört. Unterwegs nach Haus zum Bleistift.

Aber ich schweife ab. Ich wollte noch eben neue Sucht mitteilen: Veronica Mars. Ich stolperte ja schon im Nachtprogramm des ZDF drüber, aber schaue jetzt von Anfang an und auf Englisch, und es ist toll. Die richtige Portion Teenager-Dramatik, die mich nicht zum würgen bringt, Krimi-Stories, und tolle Hauptfiguren. Dazu im Neo-Noir-Style gehalten und visuell ansprechend gemacht. Yay, neue Seriensucht.

Ich könnte auch mal wieder House gucken.

Sonntag, 4. Mai 2008

Bedeckt Eure Münder!

Die Pest geht um! Zumindest gestern, als ich mir in Bodenteich den Pestzug ansah. Hachja, toll war der Markt. Es gibt nichts Schöneres und jetzt muss ich wieder ein Jahr warten. Ein genauerer Bericht wird folgen, sobald ich Zeit habe. Also nicht in den nächsten zwei Tagen, denn mein Garten schreit nach mir. Ich werde morgen: Zwiebeln stecken, Gladiolen säubern und stecken (und die Beete natürlich vorher vorbereiten), den Garten an seine neuen Grenzen anpassen und die neuen Flächen säubern und Dahlien hineinpflanzen, die Grasnarbe abstecken, um am Abend die hintere Grenze des Hochbeets zu ziehen (mein Bruder setzt eine Rasenkante), und alles pflanzen und säen, was mir noch in die Quere kommt, was eventuell Massen an Astern sein werden. Und ein paar mehr Kornblumen, da ist noch Saatgut. Von gewissen Aufräumarbeiten fang ich am besten gar nicht erst an.

Heute wurde der erste Teil der neuen Begrenzung gesetzt, vorher die Grasnarbe entfernt, und dann schippte ich zwei Kubikmeter Komposterde vom alten Kompost auf das neue Hochbeet, um an die Pflastersteine zu kommen, die unter dem alten Kompost waren und die wir für die Gartenbegrenzung nehmen. (Glaubt mir, das ist alles nicht so kompliziert wie's klingt. Man schippt einfach und irgendwann stößt man auf Steine. Und alle drei Minuten schiebt man den Hund aus dem Weg, der auch mitbuddeln will.) Zwischendurch fuhr ich noch Pflastersteine vom Hof zum Garten, schippte Zement, und baute Zaunfelder ab. Und jetzt hab ich einen Sonnenbrand, der sich gewaschen hat. Oder besser, ich musste mich waschen, um die rote Haut unter dem ganzen Dreck zu sehen. Schlägt mir jetzt einer auf Rücken oder Arme, schlag ich zurück. (Kein Witz, ist schon passiert.) Und aus dem Kapitel "Dinge, die nur mir passieren": Mein Sonnenbrand beschränkt sich auf Rücken und Arme, da ich ihn beim Schippen bekommen hab, und da mit dem Rücken zur Sonne stand. Nur beim Drehen traf etwas Sonne auf mein Gesicht, aber anscheinend hat das nur auf der Nasenspitze für Sonnenbrand gereicht. Deswegen sehe ich diesmal nicht aus wie Sebastian die Krabbe, sondern wie Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer im Sommerurlaub. Aber wat solls.

Und überhaupt, erwähnte ich schon, dass der Raps blüht? Der Raps blüht! :D Haaach. Ich will hier nicht mehr weg.