By reading this I wonder if my life did stop at one day, as I appeared to speak freely as if it was simply out of a childs mind. A few minutes ago I was searching through a few documents on my diskdrive and found something very amusing: Its a small tale written in December 2003 concerning the upcoming war of the USA vs. Iraq. That thing pushed the idea ahead for the presentation of the Sandpit Story. But please – BE WARNED. This is either considered to be some tough stuff if you’re a crazed patriot or just something to laugh about if you’re getting the joke. And if you’re a concerned US patriot, do not read it. I mean no harm, I mean no offense. But that’s how George W. Bush acted like – just stripped off from Rumsfeld’s and Powel’s former propaganda machinery…

The little Bush and the Sandpit
One day, the little Bush enjoyed to play in the yard. He knew that the sandpit was the perfect place for all kinds of fun, especially building sandcastles, sandtowers, and small sandtunnels in the sandpit. He was allowed to use his toys, cars, little soldiers and tanks in this sandpit.

As the years passed, he saw one day how his father found a really huge sandpit to play with so many soldiers and military toys, airplanes, tanks and jeeps. But this sandpit was too far away for the young Bush’s daily hour of sandpit-games. The little Bush suddenly thought: „I wanna be like mah daddy and have mah own huuuge sandpit, too.“ As he asked his father to share the fun, he was rejected. The old Bush did not invite the little Bush to play in his new huge sandpit.

Saddened and terribly shocked that his father excluded him from the games, the little Bush went away from home to work on his plan to become as cool as his father was. But as the time and crisis in which his father faced the games of the sandpit finally came to an end, the little Bush suddenly found out that his father was replaced by another man. From this day on, the little Bush made it to be his secret hidden plan to take the sandpit – to obtain it for eternity!

He knew that his father’s sucessors had to leave one day, and as the country was in confusion wether to vote for a liar or a child, the people voted for the child and not the liar. An innocent child was not as harmful as a liar would be. But the people did not know that the innocent child only wanted to play with sandpits.

As soon as he saw the opportunity, he drew his many toys, his tanks, his soldiers – all of his forces to his sandpit. But it was another sandpit. Yes, it was a sandpit far to the east, as it was the sandpit of the evil crime lord Osama Bint Looten. It was a rocky sandpit, and the little Bush told his forces „Go now, take mah sandpit and drive ‚em off!“. They did what the little Bush ordered.

His forces did well in this struggle, and as the little Bush knew he had succeeded in the fight for one sandpit, he wanted to obtain his father’s sandpit, too. But after his amazing success with the first sandpit, he faced an opposition of his allies, his friends! He said to them „I wanna have mah sandpit! I wanna play!“, but his friends thought that he should not have another one. One was enough, one should serve well. The opponents of little Bush knew that the sandpit was owned by another evil man called Sad-Damn Hussar! But they did not believe the little Bush as he told them that the evil man is more than evil, but … really really evil and bad. As the little Bush had no success to convince his opposing friends to join him as before in the fight for the first sandpit, he told his forces: „This is daddy’s sandpit. I wanna have it too!“

Ich wünsche euch allen Frohe Weihnachten! Feiert schön, genießt es im Kreise der Lieben, verköstigt das oppulente Mahl und verbringt besinnliche Zeit beim Beschenken! Und dazu kann ich nur auf eines verweisen – die Geschenke! Es ist ein alter Brauch.

Zu Beginn des neuen Jahres wurden schon im Rom Cäsars die Beamten von der Bevölkerung beschenkt, die Sklaven erhielten von ihren Herren Gaben im oftmals bereits vorher festgelegten Umfang. Auch im vorchristlichen Brauchtum wurden zum Fest der Wintersonnenwende Gaben dargebracht, um Dämonen vom Haus fernzuhalten oder den Wetter- oder Erntegott günstig zu stimmen.
Mancher sieht in den Geschenken auch ein Symbol für die Gaben der drei Weisen aus dem Morgenlande, die nach der Weihnachtslegende dem eben geborenen Jesuskind ihre Gaben darbrachten.
Sicher ist, daß bereits im 16. und 17. Jahrhundert das Beschenken der Kinder einen festen, wenn auch von Obrigkeit und Kirche nicht immer gern gesehenen Platz einnahm.
Kein Wunder also, daß Weihnachten für unsere Kinder das wohl wichtigste Fest des Jahres ist.

aus: Weihnachtsstadt.de

Ich nahm mir eben kurz Zeit, meine Rubriken ein wenig zu strukturieren. Der Grund ist einfach – ich möchte nicht mehr eine endlose Mixtur aus den verschiedenen Themen in einem großen Block haben. Dies hat natürlich keinen Einfluss auf die Startseite mit allen zusammengetragenen Rubrikeninhalten. Aber ab jetzt werde ich meine zweckmäßigen literarischen Abhandlungen in der „Philosophy Corner“ verwenden, um das Volk mit meinem geistigen Gut zu erquicken. Mein fast täglicher Seelenstriptease wird nun ausschließlich mit meiner „Reality Soap“ den Leser begeistern, und in der „Spieleecke“ werden alle inhaltlich auch nur ansatzweise passenden Sachen eingebaut, die auf die berühmten vier S’s (Spiel, Spaß, Spannung – und Schokolade) zutreffen könnten. Weiterhin bleibt die „Unicum Academie“ bestehen, damit auch jeder interessierte Leser seinen Erwartungshorizont erweitern kann. Das „Party Radar“ bietet ab jetzt jegliche Inhalte zu meinen abendlichen Exzessen – mehr oder minder konsequent verfolgt. Als nette Zugabe plane ich ab sofort eine neue Rubrik, die „Media Zone“ genannt wird. Dort versuche ich, auf einzelne Internetseiten oder das Geschehen der Radio- und Fernsehwelten zu verfolgen – mal sehen ob’s klappt! Außerdem wird in der Rubrik „Wallpapers“ immer wieder ein neues Bild auftauchen…

Currently playing: Red Hot Chilli Peppers – Otherside
Current mood: Gelangweilt

Today I’ve been able to enjoy a particular event in my family concerning the dinner. I’ve been staying some hours at my aunt’s house and was (fortunately) invited to have a little snack before returning home. Since it was the first real meal for this day, I kept on eating three rolls and three more slices of bread with sweet jam, cheese or cold meat, a bunch of salad, and with a nice herbal tea. I felt like visiting them – while being rather occupied with university and my folks for the last month. My little cousin was rather freaking out to see me, she’s 10 years old now and tried to constantly fork my body or dig her finger into my side. I don’t know, maybe she’s been on something similiar to high caffine! My other cousin kept focussing on preparing herself for the cinematic event in the city, while my other cousin kept stabbing my mind with considerous talk about computer things – games, hardware, dsl stuff, all that junk. Ah well, my aunt kept enrolling her situation of the day concerning the dinner and the trouble my little cousin caused by annoying me with the poking, while my uncle told me dirty jokes about men and(!) women or his wit about hunting.

After all, its been a quite pleasant entertainment, but I raced back home and moved into the city just in time to catch the last Punch at our usual place for the alcoholic vine-rum-amaretto-mixture. Our group consisting of Pascal, Steffi, Felix, Cynthia, Sven and myself went to Sonja’s birthday party in the Central Café at the Nordermarkt. We ate something and had a meter of beer, then left for Sven’s place to have a few more beers and chips once Andi, Birke and Christoph joined us … we all had some nice funny games…hehe! A little while later as we’ve been occupied with the games, the more of us began to leave, while Theresa, Katharina and Kerstin arrived finally after leaving Sonja’s party event. In the end, I was driven back home by Theresa and so far I’ve been sitting on my couch reading mails and a few more news.

On another note, I had a small conversation on the phone with Kristin concerning our overall (and most general) planning for the 31st of December. We’re not sure on where and how we’re going to celebrate this event, but I hope to get everything into the case of entertaining joy! Great, ain’t it?

The things that troubled me today are limited to one topic so far, and that’s my girlfriend. I was unable to fulfill my small promise to give her a call this evening since I was at my aunt’s place and had to immediately run to my student’s „pre-x-mas-party“ evening. However, I was able to send her an SMS once I found a moment of clarity in my mind – and I have to admit, I’m sorry. In the end, I’m the one who’s going to regret it, and sleeping all alone in the bed is the last kind of resolve I’d want to face this night – too sad it’s going to be like that until next week. She wrote me a mail, she sent me a greeting card, she’s just too cute… to be true? Hmmm… I will ponder about it for a while, and I’m probably right about it!

Currently playing: Freaky reggae-type ecard-music sent by Katharina
Current mood: Verliebt

Der Ruf zum lustigen Spieleabend bei Andi und Sascha kam – und wir folgten! Nach einer kleinen Debatte um das dreckige Geschirr kümmerte sich Sascha mit Steffi darum. Ich bereitete das Essen zu, es gab Spaghetti mit einer vegetarischen Tomatensauce mit Mais, Paprika, Pilzen und jeder Menge Gewürze. Andi fegte noch in der Gegend umher und ließ sich durch Felix und Pascal belustigen, Christoph trieb es alle paar Minuten mit hungriger Miene in die Küche, Katharina machte irgendwie nix außer auf dem Sofa zu sitzen, Cynthia spielte wie Birke ein wenig am PC und Angelique kam pünktlich, als wir anfingen zu Essen. Daraufhin spielten wir eine lange „bis 100 Punkte Runde“ Tabu mit zwei Teams, und wir gewannen (Pascal, Felix, Steffi, Christoph und ich). War das aber schick! Danach problematisierten wir eine einfache Fragestellung: Was machen wir an Silvester? Es ist schließlich der Event des Jahres, und man muss ja ein wenig feiern und Spaß haben, am besten in geselliger Runde wie beim Lagerfeuer unter Indianern.

Welche Ideen haben wir denn heute aufgeschnappt – ich rezitiere:
– Party in Flensburg
– Party in Flensburg bei Kristin
– Party in Timmendorf
– Party ohne die Heimscheisser
– Party in Hannover
– Party mit Weggehen oder Party ohne Weggehen und 30 Euro sparen
– egoistisch sein und sich alleine besaufen, vom Balkon kotzen und Böller zu den Nachbarn schmeissen
– das Ganze doch mit anderen zusammen machen und Gruppenkotzen veranstalten
– oder doch nicht? …

Fakt ist, dass wir bis dato keine Ahnung haben, wo wann etwas läuft. Ich weiß nur, dass morgen eine Reggaevorstellung ist und dass wir am Dienstag vormittag das Fußballspiel anschauen und abends wohl bei Sven zur Party auftauchen. Na das wird was… so kurz vor Weihnachten!

Currently playing: Das Rauschen der Heizung
Current mood: Glücklich