I guess I owe all of the people who are reading the this blog a brother update. He is stable, sort of. Still intensive care, but considerably better than he was this weekend. I am ... it's not my place to complain right now, to talk about inflicted traumas and experiences I would have wished to avoid. I will, once mats is at home and well and beating me at chess again.

Until then nothing else matters.

pre-edit: This entry will be deleted once I caught you personally. I just don't have the strength to repeat the same story over and over again, bear with me.

<3

I don't care what people say, Princess Bride slash would kick ass.

Nu Flow
Tanverbot, Tanzverbot
Keine falsche Bewegung
--- Fettes Brot

I love fettes Brot. Nothing like HipHop going back to the roots and get political. Fucking political.

This entry has no point other than worshipping the new layout, which sums up my Hellsing obsession in a nutshell: Integra. Of course, this one, like the one that was and those that will be, is brought to me and you by the ever-wonderful amikara, who will be rewarded with scotch, cake and glühen the next time I see her.

Other than that there is nothing to say. Notice that announced silence, often accompanied by a dismissive shrug and an implied yawn, always drags doom along with it.

These shall be my 15 minutes of angst
Roar, Roar, Roar, Roar
--- Chicago

Jesus fucking Christ. Another year gone.

Before I switch to the actual angst, there are some things which have to be taken care of. It has come to my notice that you are reading this, which is your good right, since the internet is free and I'm just adding to the garbage which floats around here and stuff, but, spreading gossip about me, my work and my attitudes is not your good right. I left Livejournal for a reason. So ... don't make me pick up things again, being submissive and diplomatic was hard enough the last time around, and you won't be that lucky again. Ah yes, and you're treading a very sore spot of mine right now, probably have for all of our acquaintance.

I will be erratic, random, difficult to handle and even more difficult to understand, probably most difficult to bear with until October the third. Then I'll either dissolve into a puddle of pink, fluffy bliss or lose my sanity. Chances are 50:50. Either way, don't cross me until then.

To people who sort of just stumbled into here and stuff: This blog has Aya with a poring on his ass as a main theme. Or had, if the rumors I hear about a certain Hellsing layout are true. It contains stuff I don't want to bother anyone with, I do want to bother people with and thus write it down, I just want to write down, I just, I. Me. And stuff. The therapeutic effect of writings on the wall shouldn't be underestimated, this is the lazy version of it. As you can imagine, I'm one of the persons who scribbles on the doors of public toilets when ... bored. And tables. And desks. And cups. And limbs. If you want to get to know me, erm, buy me a few drrrinks and I'm sure we'll get along.

Still three minutes. The angst. Since Kat left me alone today, I have some time to think over my life. Or something. In a year, I want to be in Mexico, have finished the first part of Hetz, have finished Godsdog and have not cut my hair in an act of random annoyance.

Ah yes, I moved. From research to reviews. Which means about two free books per week. Sometimes I like my life.

/me

I scratched skin off my nose and smeared gravy on it
Nobody's got no Class
--- Chicago

May the makers and affiliates of "Pirates of the Carribian" die from the methan output of the Dogma community's farts. ...Then again, I told them to do that for Terminator 3 already.

For fans, please write me a +2000 essay on the symbolism and significance of the Green Apple in PotC, including examples how it serves as means of communication between story and audience. Cover page, footnotes and bibliography.

In other news, ye wee makers of PotC, I have some advice from me to you truly. Come a bit closer. Closer. Don't be shy, I don't bite. Sit. Have a half-burnt Pop Tart. Perfect. a.) Keep your paws off my underwear.
b.) If you have to base your protagonist off a very, very popular, actually one of the most popular adventure heroes in computer game history, do it properly. (And you know that Orlando Bloom still looks hot with blonde hair, he has it when he's doing that elf guy in that other really popular movie which has elves and trees and dwarves and Sean Bean and stuff).
c.) If you base your second protagonists' facial/voice/body acting off a very, very popular, actually one of the most popular german comedians, do it properly. (And give credit - ha ha - so Bully can make fun of you. Which he will anyway, I hope).
d.) I don't know anything about pirates (except what Monkey Island) taught me, I do, however, know the one or other thing about aztec gold, and I can tell you that an aztec toddler can think of a better curse than turning people into skeletons when exposed to moonlight.
e.) Condemn your camera team to an eternity in thigh straps and then throw them into the Pacific with their feet coated in a comfortable layer of concrete.
f.) You didn't even make Orlando Bloom do the "Arrr".