another typical picture 
WoW and… er… a cigarette. 
Me, I’m gonna pour me some more woodruff flavoured vodka. 
the last of my vodka
“my” desk
As you might notice, dear fans, that’s my blog on the middle screen. Yay! After having been in hiding for about four hours today, it is back now.
battle of the cams
One day I’m gonna get all that additional stuff for my cam as well…
[c]oma hiding from two cameras wielded by merciless ladies
What a sorry coward, mwahahahahahaha.
So it’s only a bit less than six hours until the New Year . Well, at least where I’m from, and where I am at the moment, which is at a LAM in Holland.
*grins*
So far I’ve only been drinking a bit of my coke beer, but the other people here are pretty wasted after having been attending this LAM for quite some time now.
Suppose I won’t be able to be blogging the LAM as [c]oma suspected I’d be doing, but I hope I’ll be able to share some of the fun here at least.
*grins*
Wow, suddenly there’s a bag of weed on my mouse pad……..
*just remembers…*
Happy New Year to everyone!!!
This post is dedicated to [c]oma (although he does not deserve it, bastard that he is for not reading my blog!), cos he made me laugh so hard just a few minutes ago.
Or was that the blueberry Glühwein I have been drinking, and not the joke as such…?
Thread: What are you wearing atm ?
Frenzie: I thought this was the drunken babbel draad?
A few minutes later:
Thread: drunbkene balebble thraed!
Frenzie: Oh crap this is the drunkel balebbelble topic.
[c]oma: User error: replace user and press any key to continue
*picks herself off floor again*
Well, either the joke or the wine is really good. Who cares which of the two it is….
*wanders off to heat some more of the stuff*
*sips*
*laughs some more*
Anyway. As my sister so cunningly advertised in my comments section she has made a post ridiculing babelfish.
Note to readers: Don’t go there if you don’t speak German.
Hah! Babelfish! I remember the famous days of my endless chat sessions with Drew, the crazy Australian (Where’s the meme, you senile bugger?!)…. At some point he wanted to “pretend that he knew German”. Oh my, that was so funny. There was not one sentence that made any sense.
Babelfish is no help at all if you seriously wish to translate stuff, but it can sure entertain you for hours….
After I had explained to Drew how to pronounce “Sackgesicht” (literally: scrotum face; one of the funkier German swearwords….) - yes, Australians like to broaden their horizon as well - he entered it into babelfish, and decided that the result (”sack face”) was a very nice swearword as well.
Hey, Drew, can you still say it? Got any new German colleagues to use it on???
Damn, that is some nice Glühwein.
Er.
Oh, yeah, sister.
Look, it’s Shit for Brains, er, Fiona!!!
Got nothing else to say for today, except that Ç. quit, and that’s a shame….
Some things just make you feel old.
Like, when a woman not much older than yourself gives your t-shirt a thoughtful look and then says: “Korn… Our Florian has just started listening to Korn.” And somehow you get this feeling that “our Florian” is around 14 years old.
Or of course, when you’re crawling around in the garden, pulling weeds, and your back and knees are hurting like the blazes.
Or when you almost knock out your front teeth with your bottle of beer/orange mix cos your aim was off. Must be old age setting in.
*feels teeth with tongue*
I feel there was a lot more I wanted to post before the drizzle outside washed my brain out of my ears this afternoon.
Yeah, it drizzled all the time I was slaving in the garden. And it was coldish. Looks like the Indian Summer is over.
This beer is…. odd. Coke-beers by almost all brands are fine, but this orange-beer by Warsteiner….. dunno, dunno, dunno. *takes another sip* Bluh. Huh. Half-way through the first bottle I thought it wasn’t that bad after all. But half-way through the second now…. nah. Not so yummy.
On a concluding boring work note - I am almost done with “my” department (yeah, besides doing the till I’m also responsible for foods reaching their sell-by date, ordering cosmetics and cleansing agents and keeping the shelves of the latter two in order, which isn’t exactly easy when you are shackled to the till 4 days out of 4.5 days per week plus having to catch up on the holiday during which colleagues put it all in the wrong places. But I’m almost done with restoring order, yup. Hooray. All hail me.
And now I’ll end this post, before I start telling you about what I had for dinner.
… but I will try to post some anyway.
I dunno what Fransemann’s problem is; that was the first time I mentioned Orlando on this blog. And if you had seen his smile you would have understood.
Ok, no Orlando for hetero Dutchies; how about mentioning Çiĝdem’s foster sister then? She’s super-sexy, speaks English, and will be in Amsterdam for the next half year…..
She’s here for a short visit though at the moment.
I think my sister needs professional help. 
I am looking forward though to “Granny Weatherwax’s different Sims blog”, or however she might call a blog of her own….. New massacers weekly!
