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Sunday, November 09, 2003

Yet another interesting dream

At first, Tony Blair just wouldn’t leave me in peace, because he absolutely wanted to take a shower in my hallway, of all places. He just kept whining and whining about it, so I eventually let him. And, as expected, he made a big mess, and made everything, my clothes, my furniture, my carpet, all wet. I was *really* angry with him, but he just kept laughing ...!

Then, the dream changed into some kind of guerilla warfare dream. I was still in my apartment, but now, I was a member of the red guard, and myself and my comrades, among them Lenin, had positioned ourselves there. Suddenly we were attacked, and all my comrades were killed in the battle that ensued, and only myself and Lenin survived. Then, Lenin started to make some kind of trouble, and I realised that he was a spy, who had infiltrated us and betrayed our position to the enemy. I had to kill him! But he just wouldn’t die! I had to empty all that was left in the magazine of my AK-47 on him, until he finally didn’t move anymore.

Now, I once more realised what a terrible mess my whole apartment was, with dead people, blood and intestines all over the place. The guerilla war somehow drifted away, and the dream turned into something more realistic about my everyday life.
I tried to clean up a bit, with shifting success (particularly Lenin’s brain substance was very hard to get out of the carpet). I didn’t quite dare to go throw all the corpses in the trash, because someone might see me and call the police. Then, I realised that I had to go to the university. All the time during the classes, I just kept worrying about the corpses – what should I do about them ...? What if someone found out?

When I woke up, and realised that my apartment actually wasn’t filled with dead people, I was very, very relieved ...

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Saturday, November 08, 2003

Whee!

My own header graphic!! Finally I got my ass off the wagon. Now, I'll just have to fill out the space between the head and the photographs below, so that it won't look so silly with the same picture in two places.

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Friday, November 07, 2003

Anti-kitsch

To compensate for all the kitsch - here is a doorknob from my wardrobe:

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Sunset over Kävlinge

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Monday, November 03, 2003

Imperfect Perfect

A common situation of confusion when speakers of Indo-European languages study Semitic languages:

Student: How is this verb in imperfect?
Teacher: ‘Yadrusu’? Or do you mean perfect?
Student: Uhh ... I said, ‘imperfect’!
Teacher: Yes, but do you mean imperfect or perfect?
Student: What?
Teacher: ‘Yadrusu’ or ‘darasa’?
Student: Uhh ...
Teacher: You know that the Arabic imperfect is the same as our present tense, and the Arabic perfect is the same as our imperfect, don’t you?
Student: Well, yes ...?
Teacher: So, which tense do you mean?
Student: Uhh ... Past participle?

(Nooo ... cheap laugh. Sorry 'bout that ...)

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Sunday, November 02, 2003

Hmm ...

Congrads! Your a True Yugo! "Tanks god",
there should be more of us in this world! Now
pat yourself on the back and take a shot of
rakija.

Are You A True Yugo?
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Yes, I also pray to the Tanks God, saviour of the T-34 in the battle at the Kursk bend.

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Friday, October 31, 2003

My desktop

This is what my desktop looks like right now ... I composed the wallpaper myself, from various pictures I've stolen from the internet over the years. (I just couldn't resist their cuddliness - I HAD to steal them ...)

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Dreamscapes & Fearscapes

This morning, I had a completely unexpected, utterly bizarre and very annoying dream: N. wrote to me and told me that he *loved* me, and sent me a big bunch of pictures of himself where he wasn't wearing any clothes!! Scary! (And hairy, too ...)

But I've actually gotten a sun lately, that is so close to me that it pretty much outshines all the other stars in my sky. (At least in the daytime ...!) So there isn't really any point in my subconscious trying to bring up any of the other stars right now.

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Right-wing blogging

Now and then, I've checked out other people's blogs here at Blogdrive. I've particularly been looking for bloggers with an interest in international politics. But all I can find are US right-wing Bush-hugging propaganda-embracing male chauvinists. (And some female chauvinists, too.)

Is it just that Blogdrive attracts people from the right ...? Has anyone explored yet what kind of people use which Blog service?

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Thursday, October 23, 2003

TschöRmen

The German language has a lot more sex appeal than most people seem to be comfortable with.

Why does the Tiamat piece Spine contain the words "For lots of English speakers, there is no scarier sound than the German language"?

It's a complex phenomenon, this 'German-hating', and since I'm writing this while online, I can't analyse it too deeply. Certainly, there are all the traumas from WWII (though it would seem strange to blame today's Germans for what some of their grandparents did). Another factor are the terrible German tourists who invade various parts of the world every summer.

But one factor, that is seldom noticed, is something similar to the 'white man's' hate for the 'olive man', because the 'white woman' is much more interested in dark, chocolate eyed men than them. (This becomes very obvious every time I mention that I like dark, hairy men, when speaking with a pale, hairless man.) That's one of the reasons why many Russians despise Caucasians - Russian women, who have spent their holidays at the Black Sea, *know* that Caucasians are much more virile than most Russian men (right, Natig?).

Also, like everyone who has seen A Fish Called Wanda knows, languages can have a very strong effect on the opposite sex.
My personal favourites are Russian, Arabic and Hebrew. Turkish is an incredibly cute language, too, and I just want to squeeze anyone to death who says "Ölümlü".
And, as I've noticed recently, the German language has its place in the top list, as well.

Oh well, or maybe I'm just a pervert who gets immeasurably excited by guttural sounds.
(Russian should be an exception to the rule, in that case. And yes, Russian ... ahh, Russian. It is a whole chapter for itself. No, a whole series of novels. No, a whole life's work.)

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