Outsider’s Insights

Letzten Samstag war eine Neonazi-Demo geplant. Vom Bahnhof aus durch ein oder mehrere Stadtviertel. Wieso ich das nicht so genau weiß mit den Stadtvierteln: Nach 200 Metern war für die Neonazis Schluß, weil genug Gegendemonstranten den Weg blockiert hatten.
Wie mich das freut. Sehr gut. Exzellent.
Kleine Schmankerl am Rande:
- Einige Anwohner haben quasi als Begrüßung für den Aufmarsch ihre entblößten Hinterteile aus dem Fenster gehalten. War ein schönes Foto in der Zeitung.
- Eine Passantin hat (je nach Version)
a) mit Gemüse geworfen
b) sich abfällig geäußert
Daraufhin wollte der Neonazi-Demonstrationsleiter handgreiflich werden und wurde prompt von fünf Polizisten getackelt und abgeführt. Oh wie schön. Da dann ja der Leiter fehlte, mußten die 150 Neonazis eine Stunde warten, bis sie einen neuen Versammlungsleiter (intern wahrscheinlich Gauleiter) bestimmt hatten.
Alles in allem ein guter Tag für uns, ein schlechter fürs rechte Gesocks (a propos Gesocks: Springerstiefel waren verboten, also hätten einige wohl in Socken demonstrieren müssen; war denen irgendwie zu kalt - komisch)

Does anybody where you can get the great ingame-song from XIII.
Don’t know the title, “I can fly” is mentioned quite often. One of the soldiers is singing it in a camp.

Für seine Rede über angebliche irakische Urankäufe
Für die Falschinformationen für die Kriegserklärung an den Irak, auch Geheimdienst-Pannen genannt.
Für die Fehler beim Katastrophen-Management in New Orleans nach der “KATRINA”-KATASTROPHE.
Für die Lauschangriffe der NSA auf US-Bürger.
Schade, daß auch der Spiegel das in seiner heutigen Ausgabe einfach so übernimmt (S. 95 unten rechts).
Man übertrage das auf den einfachen Kriminellen: “Yep, ich habe das Auto gestohlen. Ich übernehme die Verantwortung.”
Sprachs und fuhr mit dem neuen Auto ungestraft davon (wahrscheinlich, um eine Bank auszuräumen).

in a row. There is no more effective way to be grumpy. Except maybe three restless nights in a row. I hope not.

Edited on Feb 17th 2006, 11:58 by Outsider

Yesterday, the parts for the next play (the theatre soap) were announced. Our dramatic advisor (who is a brilliant comedian and improvisationist) had such great ideas.
I will play a small-time crook with a soft spot for his father. My younger brother is a policeman (very honest, but obliged to help me out from time to time).
A funny detail: We have the same forenames in real life. The dramatic advisor probably thought: “Hmmm, they are called the same way, they could be, wait a minute. Yes, they will play a family. Great Idea.” How the creative spark is born.

PS: I still think, we should have a Theatre or Performing Arts category.

Folgende Monströsität las ich grad in einer (eigentlich seriösen) Email:
Ggbfls.
Tststs!

SYMPTOM: Feet cold and wet.
FAULT: Glass being held at incorrect angle.
ACTION: Rotate glass so that open end points toward ceiling.

SYMPTOM: Feet warm and wet.
FAULT: Improper bladder control.
ACTION: Stand next to nearest dog, complain about house training.

SYMPTOM: Beer unusually pale and tasteless.
FAULT: Glass empty.
ACTION: Get someone to buy you another beer.

SYMPTOM: Opposite wall covered with fluorescent lights.
FAULT: You have fallen over backward.
ACTION: Have yourself leashed to bar.

SYMPTOM: Mouth contains cigarette butts.
FAULT: You have fallen forward.
ACTION: See above.

SYMPTOM: Beer tasteless, front of your shirt is wet.
FAULT: Mouth not open, or glass applied to wrong part of face.
ACTION: Retire to restroom, practice in mirror.

SYMPTOM: Floor blurred.
FAULT: You are looking through bottom of empty glass.
ACTION: Get someone to buy you another beer.

SYMPTOM: Floor moving.
FAULT: You are being carried out.
ACTION: Find out if you are being taken to another bar.

SYMPTOM: Room seems unusually dark.
FAULT: Bar has closed.
ACTION: Confirm home address with bartender.

SYMPTOM: Taxi suddenly takes on colorful aspect and textures.
FAULT: Beer consumption has exceeded personal limitations.
ACTION: Cover mouth.

SYMPTOM: Everyone looks up to you and smiles.
FAULT: You are dancing on the table.
ACTION: Fall on somebody cushy-looking.

SYMPTOM: Beer is crystal-clear.
FAULT: It’s water. Somebody is trying to sober you up.
ACTION: Punch him.

SYMPTOM: Hands hurt, nose hurts, mind unusually clear.
FAULT: You have been in a fight.
ACTION: Apologize to everyone you see, just in case it was them.

SYMPTOM: Don’t recognize anyone, don’t recognize the room you’re in.
FAULT: You’ve wandered into the wrong party.
ACTION: See if they have free beer.

SYMPTOM: Your singing sounds distorted.
FAULT: The beer is too weak.
ACTION: Have more beer until your voice improves.

SYMPTOM: Don’t remember the words to the song.
FAULT: Beer is just right.
ACTION: Play air guitar

Found here

I have the hiccups quite often, usually after brushing my teeth at night just when I want to go to sleep. Great timing.
Not today though: I was riding on my bicycle when I started hiccuping (my hiccpus are, well, unquiet to say the least). A bike was in front of me, a bit slower than me but still with an okay tempo. But after the second hiccup, he drove to the right to make way. So I overtook.*
My hiccup bell obviously worked. And I didn’t even burp.
PS: No comments on built-in afterburner please.

*It somehow seems unpolite not to overtake someone making way.

Today’s walk-act in the university had one hell of a start. We usually visit about six waiting areas, where we make our little performance.
But just before reaching the climax at the first station a nurse interrupted us bluntly, asking how we dared to make fun of the patients and their medical condition, that such a thing is not appropriate etc. In front of everybody with quite a volume.
Our motivation couldn’t get lower after that. Nevertheless we continued, which definetly was a good idea (laughter, warm welcomes from nurses who recognized us, nice chats with patients).
Our clinic-contact told us afterwards that this special nurse always makes problems. People like her really stick to the german word for hospital: Krankenhaus. House for the sick. So humour, laughter and a little sunbeam are strictly forbidden. You will recover faster when you feel miserable all the time. Yeah, sure.
Awful experience.

Yesterday, I dubbed my first movie.
It’s a nice job. And I start watching dubbed movies with a different eye (a more professional, analytic one).
I still prefer the original versions though. The only exception are French movies. My French is just good or bad enough that I don’t really get it, but understand a bit.
PS: A strange experience: when I see an asian movie (not dubbed, but with subtitles) and think about the movie or some dialogues afterwards, it feels as if I saw the dialogues in German (some sort of babelfish-thing probably).