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‘Nother post for Dave (and that mysterious person called Twitch)

Sunday, May 18th, 2008

A comment reminded me of something long overdue:
pics of the greenhouse being in use.

The outside seen from various angles:

greenhouse 1

greenhouse 2

greenhouse 3

The inside:

greenhouse 4

greenhouse 5

greenhouse 6

The terrace:

potted tomato 1
A so-called “balcony tomato” for cultivation in a pot…

potted tomato 2
… among the first we bought, and thus already starting on tomato production.

Although some of the tomatoes outside the greenhouse aren’t far behind:

tomato blooms
tomato blooms

beans
Hm, beans…

And back inside some of the seeds have been busy:

Don’t always believe “best by” dates. These Okra seeds were only supposed to keep till December ‘07 - and the package had already been opened!

okra old 1

okra old 2

okra old 3

The following pics are of the new ones I came across by accident in a home-improvement market. It was the only package they had (left?), and I immediately grabbed it.
The okras on the package look darker and more shiny than I know them, so let’s see what the plants will produce - if the filthy German weather doesn’t kill them dispite the greenhouse, that is.

okra new 1

okra new 2
And why are they “spineless” anyway??? Got no backbone, the fucking cowards, eh?!

melon 1
+++ out of cheese error +++

melon 1
+++ melon +++ melon +++ melon +++

Update on my finger

Monday, March 10th, 2008

As per Mafdet’s request:

finger
my finger this evening

Can’t seem to be able to shoot less blurry pics one handed and without a tripod. But the scar and the damage to the fingernail that has been growing out of its hiding place are visible, so there…

You’ve got mail.

Sunday, December 23rd, 2007

Probably not the appropriate topic to squeeze in between Eid al Adha and Christmas, but I can’t help the timing.

Spam emails - don’t we all know that problem?

On my AOL account I always had dozens. Funnily enough, as soon as they - finally - introduced a bulk folder, hardly any spam arrived at that address anymore at all.
But even with my favourite, yahoo, I have made it a habit to check out my bulk folder, even before it started dumping my Site Meter reports and emails from a stranger with a weird email address ;) into it. Mistakes happen, so it’s better to check before the bulk folder eats an important email.

So, anyway.
What I was trying to say is that I have read my share of spam mail titles. And concerning one obsessively returning subject, I have long since started to say that - as a woman - if I really got all those advertised inches I’d by now have one impressive, er, you know…

Annoying or amusing as they were, those email titles always made sense, as far as I remember.

I just found that I had a new email in my bulk folder and thought, “well, maybe PH is as bored as I am right now,” and went and looked.
Wasn’t PH though. Was “Dr. Clark Corona”, and I was not quite clear what he wished to tell me.
“Do not be shame by reason of of your machine size,” he assured me.
[sarcasm] “Well, if I were a guy, I’d sure do my best not to, thank you; finally a voice of reason out there,” I thought.
But - lo and behold! - inside it says: [/sarcasm]

Your girl does not want to have sex with you for reason of your male organ size.
Don’t miss this perfect possibility to solve the trouble.
All you have to do is just make use of our male instrument enlargement.
You will forget about trouble and your girl will be glad

Oh, don’t worry, I think I have 50 inches or so by now. Dunno how glad that would make my girl if I had one. ;)

*wonders what exactly “our male instrument enlargement” might be*
*guesses that everyone with a normal pain threshold probably doesn’t wish to find out*
:shifty:

The true meaning of spam

Thursday, December 6th, 2007

This little treasure turned up way back on my “Happy Easter” post.
The domain name comes back as “Never Registered Before” on a database that claims to know all “current/deleted/expired” domains.

This is so…… pointless. Spam in its purest form… Enjoy.

tbrpcjkxl jxahvpq | gjtr@mail.com | cfjsvbpxm.qcukx.com | IP: 71.11.132.134

yqfut lugwskq quga sigozwcj jhgxtkez hbfmkqon fsgq

Not Spam — Dec 5, 2:10 PM — [ View Post ]

.

.

And as an encore:

Free Download Of Spyware Removal Programer | info@removespywareandadware.com | removespywareandadware.com | IP: 72.3.240.20

Whatz up Guru, what made you want to write on Please, hold the line…? I was wondering, because I have been thinking about this since last Tuesday.

Not Spam — Dec 5, 12:47 AM — [ View Post ]

Excuse me, is there anyone with an IQ higher than that of a loaf of white bread who’d trust in finding some honest program for spyware removal under that address?????

Insolent spam

Thursday, November 29th, 2007

Two days ago Akismet caught this comment spam:

Real Hot Mom | link censored | IP: 69.59.__.__

Real Hot Mom…

Have you done a good research on Google before you post this?…

Excuse me?
Excuse me?!
Excuse me?!?
Excuse me?!?!

This person/thing asks me if my research for my post was thorough, while trying to advertise real hot moms on my blog?!

:wait:

Song, er, post for Dave

Thursday, April 19th, 2007

Ok, here we go, you nosy person.
Hope everybody else ain’t gonna be bored.

So, we got ourselves this greenhouse.
And now we gotta dig down to be able to build up.
Well, I say “we”. The sad truth is that I have been doing most of the digging.

foundation
Ok, David, the above shows the spot where the greenhouse will be standing - hopefully - soonish and where we had already been digging to the discussed depth of around 40cm (in some cases even less…). They had been predicting rain, so I had covered the holes and yesterday only uncovered those I intended to dig to their complete depth of a good 80cm. In the end I finished 6 of ‘em.

frame
And this is the frame that’s gonna get fixed onto/into the foundation blocks.
…. The other way around of course…. ;)

hole
Last, but not least - one finished hole. If you look closely, you will notice a bit of stone at the bottom of the yellowish line of soil. It’s sort of in the center of the picture. Oh, the joys of digging!! :|

I guess this could have been written in a more fascinating way, but
1. this topic doesn’t really fascinate me that much, and
2. I am rather bluh in the head (and in my back), especially after having finished with the holes today after work.

Yay.

Public announcement/warning

Friday, April 13th, 2007

It seems that - due to severe Sigourney Weaver-ness of the human race - some Aliens have taken to breeding inside the tubes leading up to our water taps.

All citizens are asked to show utmost caution upon hearing suspicious dripping noises from their bathroom, to calmly evacuate the building, and to inform the local authorities of the national emergency.

Thank you.

wtf...

or

I think the Gods of Plumbing have me in their little black book…..

Happy birthday to me!

Saturday, April 7th, 2007

foreign food

I dunno what bit me, but I spent most of yesterday in the kitchen so that I was able to serve this to my esteemed family: Middle Eastern type bread, hommus, marinaded fried eggplant slices, falafel and baba ganoush.

That’s no baba ganoush,” I can hear the Arabs say. All I can say to this is that it’s not just the Moslawis that are cheap. *pokes aNarki in the ribs* I found that it does influence neither taste nor consistency if I use the whole eggplants, including the skin. Makes it a lot darker though…

I am sorry…

Sunday, October 1st, 2006

… but I have no clue when I’ll feel like continuing my Amman postings again.

Yeah, I changed this post. Seems like the best thing to do, so I won’t get more cryptic comments from strangers passing through.

I never meant to say Amman wasn’t all fun. Sometimes things just are connected in a way.

Whatever.

A bit of art…

Monday, May 1st, 2006

untitled

Hard rock for others
Quicksand for herself
That’s what she’s been
She thinks - at least
Good friend to turn to
Ethics to scoff at

Shoulder to cry on
Friendship to count on
Then to switch off
Once they find love
No time to listen
To her anymore

Always too silent
Hoping that good friends
Will understand
Thoughts half spoken
Should they be able?
She always wonders

Never a bad word
Clinging to feelings
That seem long dead
But even so
There is a limit
To what she can bear

As she grows older
But none the wiser
Loyalties shift
Attitudes change
She stares in wonder
For here she stands - alone