2.11.2004
Thanks...
Jo did it. They want her, and she's thrilled of course. So, if you kept your fingers crossed for her, thank you.
Another thank you goes to America. Yes, you read this just right. Thank you America. What for? Well... It was just small news in Bild-Zeitung last week, and not too many people have noticed it, so I'll tell you. German viewers of the german TV-Station Viva eventually know Joachim Deutschland... He hosts some whack-ass show that sometimes dabbles in Skateboarding, too. Homeboy is a pain in the ass, dumb as fuck, and seriously no fun to watch. Turns out that we don't have to watch him no more. He skipped military... Fled his duty... Ran from the army to hide in Munich three years ago or something. If you're gonna desert from US-troops, the last thing you want to do is go back to the States. Joachim was dumb enough to do exactly that, and was arrested upon his arrival in the US. Isn't that funny? There seems to be a god, after all. A good one.
More thanks go to Joni and Osiris, as they have hooked me up with my first job as an announcer 2004. The place-to-be this weekend (Feb.14th/15th) will be Aurich, Ostfriesland, the reason for this is the Osiris Winter Open. Be there, or punch yourself in the nose. Same amount of thanks goes to Klaas and the Boardstein-Posse for hooking me up with my second job as an announcer this year next weekend (Feb. 21st/22nd) in Muehlhausen/Thueringen. I'm a little giddy, because it's my third time in nine months in Muehlhausen (great audience), and those Skateparks (Aurich and Muehlhausen) currently share the title of "The Best Indoor-Skatepark There Is". I couldn't say which one is better, they're both better than everything I've ever seen. Fun times coming up. And no Joachim D. around to spoil it for me. 2004 is a good year.
Another thank you goes to America. Yes, you read this just right. Thank you America. What for? Well... It was just small news in Bild-Zeitung last week, and not too many people have noticed it, so I'll tell you. German viewers of the german TV-Station Viva eventually know Joachim Deutschland... He hosts some whack-ass show that sometimes dabbles in Skateboarding, too. Homeboy is a pain in the ass, dumb as fuck, and seriously no fun to watch. Turns out that we don't have to watch him no more. He skipped military... Fled his duty... Ran from the army to hide in Munich three years ago or something. If you're gonna desert from US-troops, the last thing you want to do is go back to the States. Joachim was dumb enough to do exactly that, and was arrested upon his arrival in the US. Isn't that funny? There seems to be a god, after all. A good one.
More thanks go to Joni and Osiris, as they have hooked me up with my first job as an announcer 2004. The place-to-be this weekend (Feb.14th/15th) will be Aurich, Ostfriesland, the reason for this is the Osiris Winter Open. Be there, or punch yourself in the nose. Same amount of thanks goes to Klaas and the Boardstein-Posse for hooking me up with my second job as an announcer this year next weekend (Feb. 21st/22nd) in Muehlhausen/Thueringen. I'm a little giddy, because it's my third time in nine months in Muehlhausen (great audience), and those Skateparks (Aurich and Muehlhausen) currently share the title of "The Best Indoor-Skatepark There Is". I couldn't say which one is better, they're both better than everything I've ever seen. Fun times coming up. And no Joachim D. around to spoil it for me. 2004 is a good year.
Keep 'em crossed
Your fingers, that is. Right at this very hour, Jo is talking about her future at Jung von Matt. You go, girl!! I hope this works out.
Murphy is back. You know Murphy, right? He's the one responsible for your vanished car, when you're in a hurry. He's also responsible for a lot of other shit, in fact he is so responsible, they even gave him his own law. It seemed like he was on holiday, but this morning he returned, and he came back to work with a vengeance. Jo wanted to be in the office by 8am, and usually she walks there. She grabbed her iPod to find it wasn't working, so she decided to take my car - I was still asleep. At around 8 I woke up because someone came back into our place, and that someone was panting and - obviously - in a hurry. A second later Jo stood in our room, tears running down her cheeks, heavy breath and all that, and she basically looked not too happy. "My iPod didn't work", she explained, "so I took your car, and now that's broken down as well!" Turns out the car had died on her in the middle of the Reeperbahn, blocking one lane (I could see it standing there from my window, plus I looked just in time to see the cops pull up). I got dressed, called ADAC, and went to see what was wrong. The officers were waiting for us, and they were very friendly and patient. Jo was let go, and as soon as she was out of hearing range, one cop raised an eyebrow, looked at her walking away, then looked at me again and said:
"Fuel?"
It was like straight out of a movie. So cliché, I didn't know whether to laugh, or to punch him in the face. What I did know, however, was: he might be damn right. I got into the car to check it out, and, of course, right he was. So the cops pushed my car around the next corner (much to my dismay, because I didn't have a camera on me), I got some fuel and went on my journey to find a new parking spot. That is a real task these days, but it worked out fine. What a way to start a day... Especially for Jo. This is her day after all. I'll go back to crossing my fingers now.
Oh, one more thing. Found myself in tears yesterday, too, after I suddenly had to think about Jan Richter (R.i.P. Bro), and how much I miss him. He's been absent for over a year now, but his picture on my mind is as vivid as ever. Actually I was thinking about the Splash!-Festival 2004, and how they want to top last year's extravaganza, when I remembered the shout-out the Phlatline-Crew gave him at last years festival. Next thing I knew, I was crying like a baby. Anyone in Chemnitz reading this - I won't make it to Chemnitz too soon, so please do visit his grave, put a small stone on that, and tell him I said "Whassup!". As long as he's not forgotten, he's not dead, so let the spirit live.
The next drink is all yours.
Cleptomanicx, thanks a bunch!!
Murphy is back. You know Murphy, right? He's the one responsible for your vanished car, when you're in a hurry. He's also responsible for a lot of other shit, in fact he is so responsible, they even gave him his own law. It seemed like he was on holiday, but this morning he returned, and he came back to work with a vengeance. Jo wanted to be in the office by 8am, and usually she walks there. She grabbed her iPod to find it wasn't working, so she decided to take my car - I was still asleep. At around 8 I woke up because someone came back into our place, and that someone was panting and - obviously - in a hurry. A second later Jo stood in our room, tears running down her cheeks, heavy breath and all that, and she basically looked not too happy. "My iPod didn't work", she explained, "so I took your car, and now that's broken down as well!" Turns out the car had died on her in the middle of the Reeperbahn, blocking one lane (I could see it standing there from my window, plus I looked just in time to see the cops pull up). I got dressed, called ADAC, and went to see what was wrong. The officers were waiting for us, and they were very friendly and patient. Jo was let go, and as soon as she was out of hearing range, one cop raised an eyebrow, looked at her walking away, then looked at me again and said:
"Fuel?"
It was like straight out of a movie. So cliché, I didn't know whether to laugh, or to punch him in the face. What I did know, however, was: he might be damn right. I got into the car to check it out, and, of course, right he was. So the cops pushed my car around the next corner (much to my dismay, because I didn't have a camera on me), I got some fuel and went on my journey to find a new parking spot. That is a real task these days, but it worked out fine. What a way to start a day... Especially for Jo. This is her day after all. I'll go back to crossing my fingers now.
Oh, one more thing. Found myself in tears yesterday, too, after I suddenly had to think about Jan Richter (R.i.P. Bro), and how much I miss him. He's been absent for over a year now, but his picture on my mind is as vivid as ever. Actually I was thinking about the Splash!-Festival 2004, and how they want to top last year's extravaganza, when I remembered the shout-out the Phlatline-Crew gave him at last years festival. Next thing I knew, I was crying like a baby. Anyone in Chemnitz reading this - I won't make it to Chemnitz too soon, so please do visit his grave, put a small stone on that, and tell him I said "Whassup!". As long as he's not forgotten, he's not dead, so let the spirit live.
The next drink is all yours.
Cleptomanicx, thanks a bunch!!
Keep 'em crossed!
Your fingers, that is. Right at this very hour, Jo is talking about her future at Jung von Matt. You go, girl!! I hope this works out.
Murphy is back. You know Murphy, right? He's the one responsible for your vanished car, when you're in a hurry. He's also responsible for a lot of other shit, in fact he is so responsible, they even gave him his own law. It seemed like he was on holiday, but this morning he returned, and he came back to work with a vengeance. Jo wanted to be in the office by 8am, and usually she walks there. She grabbed her iPod to find it wasn't working, so she decided to take my car - I was still asleep. At around 8 I woke up because someone came back into our place, and that someone was panting and - obviously - in a hurry. A second later Jo stood in our room, tears running down her cheeks, heavy breath and all that, and she basically looked not too happy. "My iPod didn't work", she explained, "so I took your car, and now that's broken down as well!" Turns out the car had died on her in the middle of the Reeperbahn, blocking one lane (I could see it standing there from my window, plus I looked just in time to see the cops pull up). I got dressed, called ADAC, and went to see what was wrong. The officers were waiting for us, and they were very friendly and patient. Jo was let go, and as soon as she was out of hearing range, one cop raised an eyebrow, looked at her walking away, then looked at me again and said:
"Fuel?"
It was like straight out of a movie. So cliché, I didn't know whether to laugh, or to punch him in the face. What I did know, however, was: he might be damn right. I got into the car to check it out, and, of course, right he was. So the cops pushed my car around the next corner (much to my dismay, because I didn't have a camera on me), I got some fuel and went on my journey to find a new parking spot. That is a real task these days, but it worked out fine. What a way to start a day... Especially for Jo. This is her day after all. I'll go back to crossing my fingers now.
Oh, one more thing. Found myself in tears yesterday, too, after I suddenly had to think about Jan Richter (R.i.P. Bro), and how much I miss him. He's been absent for over a year now, but his picture on my mind is as vivid as ever. Actually I was thinking about the Splash!-Festival 2004, and how they want to top last year's extravaganza, when I remembered the shout-out the Phlatline-Crew gave him at last years festival. Next thing I knew, I was crying like a baby. Anyone in Chemnitz reading this - I won't make it to Chemnitz too soon, so please do visit his grave, put a small stone on that, and tell him I said "Whassup!". As long as he's not forgotten, he's not dead, so let the spirit live.
The next drink is all yours.
Murphy is back. You know Murphy, right? He's the one responsible for your vanished car, when you're in a hurry. He's also responsible for a lot of other shit, in fact he is so responsible, they even gave him his own law. It seemed like he was on holiday, but this morning he returned, and he came back to work with a vengeance. Jo wanted to be in the office by 8am, and usually she walks there. She grabbed her iPod to find it wasn't working, so she decided to take my car - I was still asleep. At around 8 I woke up because someone came back into our place, and that someone was panting and - obviously - in a hurry. A second later Jo stood in our room, tears running down her cheeks, heavy breath and all that, and she basically looked not too happy. "My iPod didn't work", she explained, "so I took your car, and now that's broken down as well!" Turns out the car had died on her in the middle of the Reeperbahn, blocking one lane (I could see it standing there from my window, plus I looked just in time to see the cops pull up). I got dressed, called ADAC, and went to see what was wrong. The officers were waiting for us, and they were very friendly and patient. Jo was let go, and as soon as she was out of hearing range, one cop raised an eyebrow, looked at her walking away, then looked at me again and said:
"Fuel?"
It was like straight out of a movie. So cliché, I didn't know whether to laugh, or to punch him in the face. What I did know, however, was: he might be damn right. I got into the car to check it out, and, of course, right he was. So the cops pushed my car around the next corner (much to my dismay, because I didn't have a camera on me), I got some fuel and went on my journey to find a new parking spot. That is a real task these days, but it worked out fine. What a way to start a day... Especially for Jo. This is her day after all. I'll go back to crossing my fingers now.
Oh, one more thing. Found myself in tears yesterday, too, after I suddenly had to think about Jan Richter (R.i.P. Bro), and how much I miss him. He's been absent for over a year now, but his picture on my mind is as vivid as ever. Actually I was thinking about the Splash!-Festival 2004, and how they want to top last year's extravaganza, when I remembered the shout-out the Phlatline-Crew gave him at last years festival. Next thing I knew, I was crying like a baby. Anyone in Chemnitz reading this - I won't make it to Chemnitz too soon, so please do visit his grave, put a small stone on that, and tell him I said "Whassup!". As long as he's not forgotten, he's not dead, so let the spirit live.
The next drink is all yours.
2.10.2004
STFU / SNAFU
I know some celebrities that should experience the exact same treatment.
Ha-ha!
You know how stuff is sometimes less funny when you're drunk? I know it's usually the other way around (if you're a happy drunk who used the whiter Schnappses), but sometimes I become cynical. Very cynical. I'll give an example: I got to look at a book yesterday which was supposed to have funny quotes in them. Here's one:
"Being bald in the rain sucks. It's like taking a shower with your foreskin pulled back." (Name of quoter is being held hostage to protect the uncircumcised.)
This statement allows various conclusions:
A) Homeboy has a fucking long foreskin he may eventually use as a cape.
B) His collegues sometimes tease him as "penis" when his glistening head walks in.
C) Are you washing yourself at all? Ew!
D) When done with the shower, he sells cheese.
Yuck.
Offended? My bad. Entertained? My pleasure. I stopped smoking weed (again), so you better give me no chance to comment on anything (meaning: don't move, and don't try to pass out "funny" quotes either), because I'm evil and I will crush it. There were some more quotes, but I can't remember them exactly. I doubt that I'll get my hands on that book again any time soon, so... Oh, well. Some were bad, others were just not good. One or two were funny.
Which balls, anyway?? Balls to use the name Hitler all the time? Is that funny? Tell you what it is: it's DISGUSTING. Those balls - if they are real at all - should shrink out of existence as soon as possible, along with the joke of a penis they hang on to.
Have a nice day!
"Being bald in the rain sucks. It's like taking a shower with your foreskin pulled back." (Name of quoter is being held hostage to protect the uncircumcised.)
This statement allows various conclusions:
A) Homeboy has a fucking long foreskin he may eventually use as a cape.
B) His collegues sometimes tease him as "penis" when his glistening head walks in.
C) Are you washing yourself at all? Ew!
D) When done with the shower, he sells cheese.
Yuck.
Offended? My bad. Entertained? My pleasure. I stopped smoking weed (again), so you better give me no chance to comment on anything (meaning: don't move, and don't try to pass out "funny" quotes either), because I'm evil and I will crush it. There were some more quotes, but I can't remember them exactly. I doubt that I'll get my hands on that book again any time soon, so... Oh, well. Some were bad, others were just not good. One or two were funny.
Which balls, anyway?? Balls to use the name Hitler all the time? Is that funny? Tell you what it is: it's DISGUSTING. Those balls - if they are real at all - should shrink out of existence as soon as possible, along with the joke of a penis they hang on to.
Have a nice day!
2.08.2004
Jovanaté.com
Hi there!
Sorry for the lagging, I've been pretty busy typing that funky Cypress Hill shit. I forgot to present a pretty hilarious link. That should keep you busy for a little while.
Later!
Sorry for the lagging, I've been pretty busy typing that funky Cypress Hill shit. I forgot to present a pretty hilarious link. That should keep you busy for a little while.
Later!
