Dear Charmed,

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? Was there any reason I had to suffer through more than half a season of the crappiest crap of television just to find out that you actually can be a good show, once you get your shit together and try? I don’t think I deserved this.

Those last six or seven episodes were good TV. No really. I liked them. I actually couldn’t stop watching, because it was entertaining and interesting and good. Especially the second to last episode was really good. No kidding here. I watched six episodes of Charmed in a row and I didn’t wish for my head to explode. Not once. Can you imagine that?

So, why, whyyyyy, dear Charmed, did you torment me with all these crappy episodes all season long? Because you can be good. You can be fun. You can even be touching, for Pete’s sake. Please.

Anyway, it’s over now. It should have been over last season, but you chose to come back. At least I liked the finale. It was nice. And fun. And kind of cool.

Rest in peace and goodbye. For good.

Jamie.

I should have done this months ago. I finally managed to pack all my Googlemail accounts (I have four now, including one I do not currently use) into Outlook, which is the best thing ever, since all the logging in and out was seriously starting to get on my nerves. Problem is that I use the three of them frequently. My friends and family use one address, most of the readers of this blog use the other and the last one is for the podcast.

I had all my mails forwarded to another address which I could check with Outlook, but I could only reply using the Googlemail account (I’m starting to lose track here myself… does anyone still follow? Do I make any sense at all?), so I had to log in and out of my accounts all the time to reply to a mail. Now I don’t have to do that anymore and can do all my mailing from Outlook. Only not when I’m at work, but I can live with that.

It sounds like nothing, but I’m really happy I finally did that.

I’m so exhausted, I just want to go back to bed and read. Or sleep. Sleep sounds good, too.

I had such a great day yesterday. The quality of the panels I went to ranged from quite good to really really really boring. We skipped the last one and settled for beer and food instead.

The party afterwards turned out to be really good, though. Even better than I expected. I met lots of cool people, including the fabulously cute Winnie and podsafe music guru C. C. Chapman. After a chaos ride through Cologne (well, the signs kept misleading me, it wasn’t my fault) we dropped off Christian and Karsten so they could go and have fun with the others in Cologne and then drove home. We were both pretty tired and the husband was pretty drunk, so we decided to go home instead. It was around 10:30 pm when we finally got here and we practically fell into bed.

C. C. Chapman, Winnie and Ewan

Turned out that didn’t work for me. All the fun I had was so overwhelming that I couldn’t fall asleep, so I decided to watch some more TV. I’m nearly through with Bones now. Trying really hard to catch up with my shows. Damn, that’s hard.

So, anyway, that’s what happened yesterday in a rough sketch. I uploaded pictures on flickr, so go and take a look. Plus, there are all the other pictures everyone else took here.

Damn, I’m tired.

Tomorrow there’s a podcast meeting in Cologne and I’m there! Woohoo!

I can’t wait to meet all the other podcasters I have been listening to for the last couple of months and hopefully I’ll have lots of fun, meet cool people and have some pictures for you. I just hope my camera won’t die on me too soon. I don’t trust it lately.

There are people from all over Germany coming, but luckily it’s just a ten minute train ride for me. Plus, I can act like I know everything just because it takes place in my hometown.

Woohoo once more and then I’m off to bed.

I have nothing to say. How sad is this? All the creativity has totally left me.

I thought about recapping this year’s ESC (Eurovision Song Contest) for you, but I couldn’t bring myself to watching the whole thing again. Maybe later. If that’s still interesting for any of you.

So, nothing from me today. I just wanted you to know.

Read this (if you haven’t already).

And pray to God this year will either be a lot better or a lot worse. Because the mediocrity drives me crazy. I want to be either snarky or enthusiastic when writing about bit. Either one would satisfy me.

You might like to know that we were discussing all the protesting against „The Da Vinci Code“ before. It might make a bit more sense then. Or it might not.

Jamie: I’m craving tomatoes again.
Jamie: Something’s wrong with me.

Erin: Heh. No. Tomatoes rock.

Jamie: I know, but the craving came so sudden.
Jamie: It seems weird.
Jamie: I was sitting at work and just wanted a tomato sandwich. Out of nowhere.

Erin: I get that. Usually around the beginning of summer.
eringobleah: Warm farmer’s market tomatoes on fresh bread with lots of Miracle Whip.

Jamie: Eek.

Erin: Reminds me of summers on Lake Simcoe.

Jamie: Blasphemy.

Erin: Not my choice, dude. It’s how I was raised.

Jamie: Tomato sandwiches go with salt and pepper and onions.
Jamie: Which was how I was raised.
Jamie: See, it’s like the Muslims and the Christians.
Jamie: We both worship the same god, but we do it in different ways.
Jamie: We should go out on the street and protest everything that mocks tomatoes.

Erin: We really should.
Erin: „TOMATOES WILL NOT BE SUPPRESSED!“

Jamie: Do we hate cucumbers or do we accept them?

Erin: Do we acknowledge the rights of sourdough?

Jamie: The sourdough is kind of like Jesus, maybe.
Jamie: Or maybe the sourdough is the holy ghost and the spice is Jesus.
Jamie: I‘ not sure.

Erin: Sourdough is Judas.

Jamie: I wonder if we have to do exorcism on people with an allergy against tomatoes.
Jamie: What did sourdough do?

Erin: Sourdough made us think it was regular bread; when, really, it wasn’t.

Jamie: Oh. Okay.
Jamie: What if like sourdough?

Erin: Then you denounce Jesus and all his teachings.
Erin: Obviously.

Jamie: Damn.

Jamie: Are you up?

Ehle: Yup.
Ehle: Are you?

Jamie: Nope.

Ehle: Typing through telepathy?

Jamie: Seems so.

I should have worn my ‚Surrounded by Stupidity‘ to work today. Instead I went for another shirt, mostly because I fear the ‚Surrounded by Stupidity‘ might be misunderstood. Or even worse, understood.

Nevertheless it would fit the day so far perfectly. If I was just a bit bolder, I wouldn’t have to complain about the overall dumbness all the time. I’d just have to make sure that everybody can read my shirt.

Dear God,

Thanks for Mary Lynn Rajskub.
But not her name. Just saying.

Anyway, thanks.

It took me a while to figure out who that troubadour was. Didn’t she look like twice as tall on the finale on Gilmore Girls? I thought she did. Then for the next five to ten minutes I was trying to figure out where I knew her from. Things like that drive me crazy.