You wanna know how I spent my Sunday afternoon? I sat on the couch and watched Gilmore Girls. And I know it’s stupid and wrong and immature and lazy and there are so many other things I could spend my time with that are probably better and let’s not forget it is summer and actually quite nice outside, although the sun doesn’t shine, but, heck, it’s warm… so…

See? I already talk like them. This is insane. And stupid. And immature, but I believe I said that before.

But I just couldn’t stop watching. And laughing. And crying. And adoring all the characters AND actors all the time. What’s wrong with the people who think out the Emmy nominations anyway? Does their mind just go blank when they hear the word „WB“? Yes, I know and I do agree that the WB has managed to produce a lot of crappy shows at least from what I heard, but this? Is not one of them. And while we’re at it, I wasn’t a big fan of Smallville during its first season, too, but now that’s one of my favorite shows. Emmy people, you suck! But thanks for nominating Arrested Development like a thousand times, I still like you for that.

Where was I? Oh, yes, I laughed and I cried and I cried some more about Luke, because he’s so damn sweet and breaks my heart every time he says a single word. And I cried during that hospital scene with Lorelai and her father, because that, seriously, was one of the finest moments of TV I have seen in quite a while. And now I just know that I will run out of Gilmore Girls material in no time and feel very bad when I order the second season, because I just spent 900 Euros on our flights and my credit card is whining already. But what can I do when they just keep throwing good television at me? I’m addicted, guys and you, you are most certainly not helping.

Good to know though, Andreas will be very proud of me.

And on the next „I Watch Too Much TV“: Jamie admits that she found a most probably not-so-legal screener of Kitchen Confidential on the web and won’t stop about how great and great and terribly great Bradley Cooper is and if you’re not watching this when it premieres in September, you’re plain stupid. Later she will apologize for her stupid and immature and totally addicted behaviour and you should really forgive her, because apart from the insanity, she’s a really a nice girl.

I could stay up all nights watching Gilmore Girls. Yes, it’s a shame I just started to watch it, it took me way too long already, but now I do watch it and I can’t stop.
It’s just the kind of TV show that makes me want to have all the characters as best friends. And all the food talk. Yay. My world so completely. But now, I have to brush my teeth and then snuggle back into bed and play the next episode. So, if – and I doubt it – you want to call me tomorrow, don’t do it before noon. I’m officially addicted.

Woo-hoo! We did it!
Hey, all of you Great Lakes States… Illinois, Michigan, Ohio, Indiana and what-not. This fall we will come, see and conquer.
Are you excited now, too?

And now, please excuse, while I start to worry about all the things that could go wrong. I can get insurances where, again?

Today’s lesson was: If you want to get somewhere with a meeting you should take care that you don’t bring in the two most ineffective (in the sense of making a point and/or chanelling a discussion) women of the company. Because they will drive you even further away from whatever you wanted to achieve.
It also doesn’t help when what they say is generally true (so you can’t really disagree or cut them off short), because once they said it they will start to illustrate their point with about 436 examples when everyone in the room a) got it the first time or b) knew it all along.

The bad thing is: I will have to go through that same thing next month again.
The nice thing is: I’m pretty sure that the rest of the group agrees with what I just wrote.

It’s 23:18 pm and I just got a tray of very much selfmade raspberry muffins out of the oven.
Obesessed much? You don’t say.

Can you google for your great-grand-father and come up with four pages? Because I can. Kind of makes me proud.

(Although, I admit, I had nothing to do with it.)

Update: Because srah and I were sending emails back and forth playing „My-grandfather-was-hotter-than-yours“* I scanned that picture of my grand-greatfather (with my great-grandmother). He’s not a hottie, but he sure has one hell of a moustache, eh?

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*Please don’t ask. Unless you wanna play, too.

Because blondelibrarian did it, I had to as well:

	Your travel type: Culture Buff The culture buff needs to see a museum, an art gallery, a 16-th century church every day during his holiday. When he travels he is always well prepared. He has read history books, speaks a few words of the lingo, knows about the strange habits the locals have.
	top destinations: New York Amsterdam Venice	stay away from: Kashmir Ciudad Perdida Darien Gap

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They’re not so wrong about that it seems. I’m not a pure culture buff, but I prefer exploring a big city to a relax-on-the-beach holiday, so yes, I’d rather go to New York than to Kashmir I guess. But I also must admit that I neither know Ciudad Perdida or Darien Gap, so maybe I should go there to find out if I shouldn’t have.

Do not disturb.

For further explanation… see here.

Computers, my friends, are the most random things in the whole wide world. I swear they will do something and then the next time they will do something completely and outrageously different and you will never EVER know why.
And you should believe me because I’m spending most of my day trying to figure these strange things out.

My favorite moment of the day is when I have to deal with somebody who is on the brink of going crazy because of something his or her computer does and all I can tell them is: „Well, I’m looking at the code right now and… I know that’s not exactly helpful, but… it all looks fine. So the problems you’re having? Shouldn’t exist.“

Nothing like looking like an idiot when you’re just doing your job as the expert.

I could hold back myself for so long and usually I’m not a big product junkie when it comes to beauty stuff. More when it comes to food. I’m a huge fan of the novelties section in our grocery shop’s dairy section. Yummy. Whatever.

I’m also not a big fan of sales, because I don’t like the crowds and queues and the way everything in the store is presented only half as neat as usual. But today they were having a 35% off everything sale at our drugstore and just like that I became overwhelmed and finally bought that insanely overprized specially-for-brunettes shampoo I’ve pined for for some time now.

I will be very disappointed if I don’t have the shiniest hair real soon. Or, because I’m the easiest person to please, I will just tell myself that I have the shiniest hair and because I’m so trustworthy I will believe myself and all shall be good. The end.