11.01.2003
Ouch ... My head hurts. What happened? Did we go out last night? Probably. Even though I was a little bummed that the announced "Betty Funk Klinik" in this club called Betty Ford Klinik was more like a 80s party, we still had a lot of fun. We? Jo, Evelyn, Evelyn's sister and a firend of hers, who goes by the name of Lukas. Three different Michael Jackson songs in under 30 minutes ... That stops you from wondering why the DJ acts like there are a bunch of little children underneath his desk. The prices weren't funny at all, but whatever. Money's there for spending it.
If you like Muenster and it's inhabitants, it might be good for you to skip this paragraph ... Ours was a good time until some fat-ass (who wore a Spitfire T-Shirt, but clearly was no skater - just a fat fuck) bumped into Jo, making her spill her drink. Fat fuck was in company of two other gaylords, and instead of being gentlemen and simply getting her a new drink (they were expensive after all), they decided to bail. One of the gaylords moved to Hamburg six weeks ago as he told me, so I'll probably see him again. And if he does have the balls to return to my barrio, I'll make his face eat some glass. Fuckin' wankers. I wanted to kick their asses on the spot, but Jo wasn't having it, so Lukas told her to "go dance", and we went to search the culprits, but they got lucky. I hate stereotypes, but it seems to me like there's not the brightest breed down there in Westfalen. Of course there are exceptions to the rule... But check this one out: Last week I called the Titus Mailorder in Muenster to ask them to send a couple of the new Female Magalog to Seak. I didn't reach the person I wanted to talk to, but I left a message to call me back, so I could give them Seak's address. Of course they didn't call me back, they just sent a bunch of those Magalogs to my address in Hamburg. Thanks a lot, but we already had plenty. Now, am I supposed to pay porto to forward the Magalogs to Seak? I don't fuckin' think so! So, if you read this, here's two advices: 1. Stop thinking around corners. 2. Just pick up the damn phone and give me a call. No, wait ... I'll mail the address! That way I won't have the danger of making fun of you on the phone. And now, back to Hamburg ...
Tonight Wir Sind Helden are playing in Hamburg - last concert of their very successful tour. Danny got me a job as live photog, so I went to set up my flashes earlier, now I'm charging my batteries (and the ones for the flashes), and when I hit the mattress tonight, I'll probably pass out on the spot.
Have a nice saturday!
If you like Muenster and it's inhabitants, it might be good for you to skip this paragraph ... Ours was a good time until some fat-ass (who wore a Spitfire T-Shirt, but clearly was no skater - just a fat fuck) bumped into Jo, making her spill her drink. Fat fuck was in company of two other gaylords, and instead of being gentlemen and simply getting her a new drink (they were expensive after all), they decided to bail. One of the gaylords moved to Hamburg six weeks ago as he told me, so I'll probably see him again. And if he does have the balls to return to my barrio, I'll make his face eat some glass. Fuckin' wankers. I wanted to kick their asses on the spot, but Jo wasn't having it, so Lukas told her to "go dance", and we went to search the culprits, but they got lucky. I hate stereotypes, but it seems to me like there's not the brightest breed down there in Westfalen. Of course there are exceptions to the rule... But check this one out: Last week I called the Titus Mailorder in Muenster to ask them to send a couple of the new Female Magalog to Seak. I didn't reach the person I wanted to talk to, but I left a message to call me back, so I could give them Seak's address. Of course they didn't call me back, they just sent a bunch of those Magalogs to my address in Hamburg. Thanks a lot, but we already had plenty. Now, am I supposed to pay porto to forward the Magalogs to Seak? I don't fuckin' think so! So, if you read this, here's two advices: 1. Stop thinking around corners. 2. Just pick up the damn phone and give me a call. No, wait ... I'll mail the address! That way I won't have the danger of making fun of you on the phone. And now, back to Hamburg ...
Tonight Wir Sind Helden are playing in Hamburg - last concert of their very successful tour. Danny got me a job as live photog, so I went to set up my flashes earlier, now I'm charging my batteries (and the ones for the flashes), and when I hit the mattress tonight, I'll probably pass out on the spot.
Have a nice saturday!
10.31.2003
Next! Welcome to the club Kazuma. And thank you Felix!
Found what seems to be a good dentist. He'll have a whole lot of work to do...
Found what seems to be a good dentist. He'll have a whole lot of work to do...
Today is the day. Yeah, that - and it's time for the dentist. Aaaaaaarrrghh... But it's got to be done. I'm happy someone finally takes care of this mouthful of loose inlays.
I forgot to tell you why the letters one and three arrived a day after letter two, even though they were sent one day before letter two... Because Mrs. Lore Rabmund is too dumb to change the ink in her printer. The sticker with my address was completely unreadable. No, not the sticker - the stickers! The first one was unreadable, so she put a second unreadable sticker on top of that, and had the mailman guessing. Thanks, Lore, but you SUCK.
I forgot to tell you why the letters one and three arrived a day after letter two, even though they were sent one day before letter two... Because Mrs. Lore Rabmund is too dumb to change the ink in her printer. The sticker with my address was completely unreadable. No, not the sticker - the stickers! The first one was unreadable, so she put a second unreadable sticker on top of that, and had the mailman guessing. Thanks, Lore, but you SUCK.
10.30.2003
Oh, and we're really going back to the future. Sick.
Nikki Sixx of Motley Crue is sueing Vans and Thrasher over the use of his image in Vans ads that show him with Tony Trujillo at the Skater Of The Year party last year? So it's true... No matter how much money you make, you can spend even more on drugs. Don't do that kids, spend money on Boards instead!
That's what I call stagnant. Come on, you do have money. You just have to spend it!
I mean, look at me ... I won the lottery. No, serious! 9 Euros and 40 Eurocents! I'll use these to pay off my debts with the unemployment office, or at least a part of those. They want me to pay close to 1000 Euros back, because they think I got more money from them than I actually deserved. And right they are! The funny thing about it? German bureaucrats go three ways: You get the first letter (from the Hamburg-Office), which states that you have to pay money back. You get the second letter (from the Germany-North-Headquarters in Kiel), which is basically the bill. Then you get the third letter (from Hamburg again), which contains the documents you gave them so they can find out how much money you made besides theirs (they'll fuck you up seriously if you lie about that), plus a questionnaire you can fill out (you don't have to though). In this questionnaire you can state how much money you want to pay pack per month. Don't laugh - this is the normal procedure. In my case though, the second letter came first (yesterday), and then came the first and the third letter (today), even though they were sent a day earlier than the one from Kiel. Kiel is about an hour north of Hamburg. Strange. Anyway, my letter to Kiel, which basically said that I can't pay that much money right now, or at least not in one chunk, was long gone on it's way when numbers one and three arrived. I was still lucky though - the letters said they were open until 6pm today, so I went there for the second time today, and brought them that damn questionnaire. What happens to my letter to Kiel? I don't know. I'll see, i guess. So much for trying to start my business...
Customers beware! Next monday I'll probably start writing the bills you've been waiting for for so long. And I'll put taxes on top of them, too, because I can! Finally...
Something else? I won the lottery. Oh, I said that. I'll take pictures with Wir Sind Helden at their concert in Hamburg on saturday. I hope I can go "Skaters Palace" on their asses - radio-slave flashes up on the stage. It might just be possible. Let me call Danny, see what he says. (...) He'll ask them. That's almost a "yes".
Seak - your stuff is almost done. Sorry I still keep you waiting, but those are a LOT of pictures.
Out for now. Don't forget to bid, for fuck's sake.
I mean, look at me ... I won the lottery. No, serious! 9 Euros and 40 Eurocents! I'll use these to pay off my debts with the unemployment office, or at least a part of those. They want me to pay close to 1000 Euros back, because they think I got more money from them than I actually deserved. And right they are! The funny thing about it? German bureaucrats go three ways: You get the first letter (from the Hamburg-Office), which states that you have to pay money back. You get the second letter (from the Germany-North-Headquarters in Kiel), which is basically the bill. Then you get the third letter (from Hamburg again), which contains the documents you gave them so they can find out how much money you made besides theirs (they'll fuck you up seriously if you lie about that), plus a questionnaire you can fill out (you don't have to though). In this questionnaire you can state how much money you want to pay pack per month. Don't laugh - this is the normal procedure. In my case though, the second letter came first (yesterday), and then came the first and the third letter (today), even though they were sent a day earlier than the one from Kiel. Kiel is about an hour north of Hamburg. Strange. Anyway, my letter to Kiel, which basically said that I can't pay that much money right now, or at least not in one chunk, was long gone on it's way when numbers one and three arrived. I was still lucky though - the letters said they were open until 6pm today, so I went there for the second time today, and brought them that damn questionnaire. What happens to my letter to Kiel? I don't know. I'll see, i guess. So much for trying to start my business...
Customers beware! Next monday I'll probably start writing the bills you've been waiting for for so long. And I'll put taxes on top of them, too, because I can! Finally...
Something else? I won the lottery. Oh, I said that. I'll take pictures with Wir Sind Helden at their concert in Hamburg on saturday. I hope I can go "Skaters Palace" on their asses - radio-slave flashes up on the stage. It might just be possible. Let me call Danny, see what he says. (...) He'll ask them. That's almost a "yes".
Seak - your stuff is almost done. Sorry I still keep you waiting, but those are a LOT of pictures.
Out for now. Don't forget to bid, for fuck's sake.
10.29.2003
Here... Go spend some money. It's for a good cause - my lunch and dinner.
So, Kim is alive and kicking. He's working on his new album, and he does so up north in his farm-style studio. I hear they make good progress... Not that it's my type of music, but I have to admit I'm curious as to what he's producing as a solo artist.
Epson sucks. Luckily I'm blessed with housemate Danny, who doesn't suck at all. He rescued my ass from yet another nervous breakdown by simply saying "try Photoshop". Two words that gave me peace of mind for the rest of the day. Nice. Now I can finally scan my slides without having to put my Mac back into the stone age (AKA OS 9). Thanks Danny!
Something else? Not yet, really... Pille Popstar, enjoy the evening! And you... Go buy a Board!
Epson sucks. Luckily I'm blessed with housemate Danny, who doesn't suck at all. He rescued my ass from yet another nervous breakdown by simply saying "try Photoshop". Two words that gave me peace of mind for the rest of the day. Nice. Now I can finally scan my slides without having to put my Mac back into the stone age (AKA OS 9). Thanks Danny!
Something else? Not yet, really... Pille Popstar, enjoy the evening! And you... Go buy a Board!
10.28.2003
Yo, Pille! Don't worry - I wasn't feeling that bad, and there's no need to keep my mails out of your blog. The Blog This!-Tool is available at www.blogger.com - just scroll down on the starting page.
Oh, good! I just found out how to cancel bids.
I don't think that this guy is serious. Even if he gets those boards, he won't pay. I just know it. So please, do feel free to bid, because second best takes the cake - if "skateboardleoskateboard" is still on top. He's excluded from giving further bids, too.
Saw "Jackass - The Movie" for the first time yesterday. My nuts still hurt, just from watching ... But what a nice realization of "stupid people shouldn't breed" - I'm pretty sure they won't.
Saw "Jackass - The Movie" for the first time yesterday. My nuts still hurt, just from watching ... But what a nice realization of "stupid people shouldn't breed" - I'm pretty sure they won't.
10.27.2003
I almost forgot that there's still some Stuff I have to get rid of.
Davidstrasse-News... Danny is back, the weekend was chill (in every possible way you could think of), and I want to WORK, but I don't know where to start. Still no sign of Kim. Is he alive?
Oh well, I knew what I needed to do first, so I wrote two very polite letters to T-Online and T-Mobile, telling them that they can kiss my ass. I tell you, that's a pretty damn good feeling. I still have to scan a million slides though (I don't even want to think about sorting them), plus I have to transcribe that Blumentopf-Interview we did last week. Oh, I have to call Julia... I hope she got that CD with the live-pics from the gig in Hamburg. I'd be psyched to see them up on the website. They already published one picture I took of Kung Schu years ago at a Beats 4 Life. Kool Savas Album dropping next year? Man, I want to see that cover so bad... Ah, no hurry Mike - good things come to those who wait, I know. And with a little more thinking done I realise I've seen it already. I was the very first to see it. Am I proud? You bet. That won't cease to soon...
Blew a fat wad of cash money on friday, which I now deem as owed to me by Jean-Remy von SPACK – I wanted to take Jo out to a surprise-style dinner with artistic side-program, but that motherfucker made her stay at the office at the very last minute for some Premiere-Sci-Fi-Channel radio-spots ... Their claim fits perfectly: Reality sucks. So does Jung von Fuck. Premiere doesn't have any money anyway, so why advertise for them? 180 Euros down the drain. Thanks, asshole, I hope your kids make a nice career as crack-whores in St. Georg and you and your gay-ass buddy go bankrupt. Stupid-ass fucks. Instead of nice food and quality entertainment we went to a club called Koi with Valentin, Evelyn, and her friend Mirko. The music was nice, but I got to watch and hear the 1000th re-run of an argument I can't stand anymore. I won't go into details of that one though, as it's none of your fuckin' business. I think Jim Beam makes me pretty aggressive. So does Ikea, but at least we got some cheap improvement for our place on saturday.
Yesterday we stayed in bed for most of the day, and then we went to see Henning Venske's Monatsschauer, which was more than delighting. That man is funny.
So, now I'm off to scanning those slides, finally. If you happen to run into Jean-Remy, do me a favour: Punch him straight in the face and tell him David said "Hi!"
Oh well, I knew what I needed to do first, so I wrote two very polite letters to T-Online and T-Mobile, telling them that they can kiss my ass. I tell you, that's a pretty damn good feeling. I still have to scan a million slides though (I don't even want to think about sorting them), plus I have to transcribe that Blumentopf-Interview we did last week. Oh, I have to call Julia... I hope she got that CD with the live-pics from the gig in Hamburg. I'd be psyched to see them up on the website. They already published one picture I took of Kung Schu years ago at a Beats 4 Life. Kool Savas Album dropping next year? Man, I want to see that cover so bad... Ah, no hurry Mike - good things come to those who wait, I know. And with a little more thinking done I realise I've seen it already. I was the very first to see it. Am I proud? You bet. That won't cease to soon...
Blew a fat wad of cash money on friday, which I now deem as owed to me by Jean-Remy von SPACK – I wanted to take Jo out to a surprise-style dinner with artistic side-program, but that motherfucker made her stay at the office at the very last minute for some Premiere-Sci-Fi-Channel radio-spots ... Their claim fits perfectly: Reality sucks. So does Jung von Fuck. Premiere doesn't have any money anyway, so why advertise for them? 180 Euros down the drain. Thanks, asshole, I hope your kids make a nice career as crack-whores in St. Georg and you and your gay-ass buddy go bankrupt. Stupid-ass fucks. Instead of nice food and quality entertainment we went to a club called Koi with Valentin, Evelyn, and her friend Mirko. The music was nice, but I got to watch and hear the 1000th re-run of an argument I can't stand anymore. I won't go into details of that one though, as it's none of your fuckin' business. I think Jim Beam makes me pretty aggressive. So does Ikea, but at least we got some cheap improvement for our place on saturday.
Yesterday we stayed in bed for most of the day, and then we went to see Henning Venske's Monatsschauer, which was more than delighting. That man is funny.
So, now I'm off to scanning those slides, finally. If you happen to run into Jean-Remy, do me a favour: Punch him straight in the face and tell him David said "Hi!"
