Work is a strange place with strange things happening. How am I supposed to concentrate on what I’m doing when everything around me goes nuts?

I won’t go into details here and I don’t plan to, just know that since I work there – which is about a year now – I have come to the conclusion that things are just as complicated and screwed up as they were in my old place. Only it’s a lot smaller, so the gossip usually comes a good deal closer from the source and can be trusted a lot more.

Can’t I just get money for staying at home. I promise I won’t bother anybody. That’s gotta be worth something.

I hate the German Idol. Especially when they vote off my favorite contestant before the real shows have even started and instead The Boy Who Can’t Sing To Save His Life is allowed to stay on the show. German TV viewers, you are stupid. All of you.

And I’m not ashamed to admit that I voted, too. Twice. That’s one Euro spent in vain trying desperately to keep a bit of quality in a doomed show.

Well, duh.

Lesson learned today: A sharp knife and a thumb (especially mine) do not go together well.
I need a band-aid, a kiss and a get-well-better song. As you can see, I got at least the first one.

You have no idea how hard it is to cook with such a handicap. I know I didn’t.

I got my first totally unexpected Christmas gift. I love getting totally unexpected gifts.

So, here’s to Andreas, the best friend a media-addicted girl could have. And the first season of Smallville on DVD.
Picture me feeling loved.

I have to find a DVD for my 14-year-old niece who – unfortunately – I have never met. In fact the only contact I ever made was when she was on the phone at my parents-in-law and they put her on speaker.
So, my husband made a deal with her that she would watch an entire movie in English and as a reward she would get a DVD of her choice. Her choice, as it turns out is to have us choose. This, as it turns out is putting all the difficult choice-making on me. Yeah, thanks a lot. Can I give her „While You Were Sleeping“, because that’s what I would probably have liked when I was her age. Only that was more than ten years ago, so she probably has seen that movie on TV, maybe more than once.
Can I give her „Sense and Sensibility“ or is that considered a boring movie by kids of that age by now?

I have no idea what to give her. I don’t even know her. Plus, I might not be the best person to choose anyway, since I was running to see old French movies when I was sixteen.

Any helpful ideas out there?

All of you, go go go to Womenfolk RIGHT NOW. Robbie has put up lots of Christmas songs for you and you alone to download.

I cannot stress this enough: GO! His musical taste is really really good and there’s no good excuse you can make up not to check it out.

See, there’s an Aimee Mann version of „River“ there even. What the hell are you still here for?

You keep hangin‘ round me
And I’m not so glad you found me
You’re still doing things that I gave up years ago

Hangin‘ Around – Lou Reed

I hate when things like that happen. It’s not like I knew him personally, but I just loved Leo. Sad, sad, sad.

Dear Season 3 Dean,

Stop acting like a jerk. I just am three episodes short of completing season 3 and… damn, do you drive me crazy.
Newsflash: Rory’s not, I repeat NOT your girlfriend anymore.
Another newsflash: Lindsay is. Or was. Whatever.

So, punching Rory’s current boyfriend in the face just because she was crying over something that happened between him and her that you actually have no clue what it was? It just doesn’t work. At least not with me.
I’ve been watching you very verrrrry closely ever since you acted like an idiot just because Rory actually needed some time to tell you that she loved you. Very classy that one.
And acting über-jealous all the damn time because what does she think talking to other guys? I liked that, too.

Then, of course the occasional violent kicking of inanimate objects because your girlfriend was nice enough to be honest with you. That truly scared me a little bit.

I don’t care if the whole of Stars Hollow plus the faithful viewership of Gilmore Girls thinks you’re the Best Boyfriend Ever. Because I don’t think you are.
So here’s my advice and gosh do I hope you take it: Get the fuck over yourself!

Still faithfully watching,
Jamie.

PS: Jared, if you read this: I heart you on Supernatural.

It took me a really long time but I finished one of the Sudoku puzzles labeled „Champion“ in my book tonight. How cool is that? I haven’t gotten around to those „They’re-So-Hard-You-Will-Need-Extra-Clues“-ones yet, because deep inside I’m a real sissy.

And that is what I will do now. Until I got a new decent book to read (which will be Coraline and why the hell hasn’t Amazon shipped it out yet) Sudokus will be the thing I do right before turning out the light. It’s a weird substitution but I think it will work just fine.