The Blah Collection

Just now I received my first MyDoom Worm Email in my inbox. Take this as an indication that even a fucking virus-worm knows I'm too busy to be hit at.

You know the old style of answering a phone call in the UK? The one where if you phone up somebody, they pick up the phone and they don't say their name but their telephone number?

Exactly that happened to me the other day and I felt like I'm listening to an English exercise like we used to had back at school.

No, seriously, at school they taught us how the English people are supposed to answer their phones. But the reality gives you must of the time a plain "Hello!?"... which btw is less confusing than somebody warbling a telephone number.

Good to know that you can provide the sound department with grunt sounds for the library.

Even fucking better if you find yourself in the corner of your seat whilst playing/testing the game* because your very own grunt sound scared your blood preasure down to the lowest reachable point.


*the game I'm talking about is Fable.

...I still demand an explaination why the fantastic film Hero has not been yet shown in the uk nor is there an official uk release date.

For god's sake...every other country except UK & US had a release...


...somebody.explain....

Insanity might some people say but no, nothing like it at all, just listen to me and I'll explain.
First of all, selling my Mini was a tough decision and I had to discuss this matter with my mind for a very long time. But then, you see, there is this insight of foresight, the ability of using your forward-long-term-thinking to gain the best for yourself.
So what I'd like to have - in the latest of a couple of years time - is a Cooper S (or even a convertable) with all the features handpicked by me. I'd like to sit there for a few nights gripping my brain about what the best combination of features, about the colour, the sound system...about everything really....


...and this then shall be the car I'm willing to pay off for several years.

That is what I've learned. And so I went to buy an old Peugeot 405 Diesel 1.8 from 1992, with a mileage count of 160 000 and still running and running.

The remaining thing to do: Driving back my lovely Mini Cooper, wishing it farewell and enclose at least for a while the memories of not stepping of the gas whilst bending the universe around a roundabout.

...well invested. Although it took the poor man a while to get through my hair.

Now looking into other ways of saving money. But starting at your local haircutter is the way to go.