I can’t help but adore Jane Horrocks with everything I could possibly adore her with. I think even my little toes adore her. Have you heard that girl sing? And if you haven’t, why the freaking hell not?

My favorite song of her is ‚Hello Dolly‘ with the imitating of all those great singers. I think it’s from the movie ‚Little Voice‘ and I actually should know because I have actually seen that movie, but frankly, as much as I adore Jane Horrocks I was kind of bored with ‚Little Voice‘, so what I remember of it is all blurry and non-reliable information.

I still don’t get how so small a person can have such an unbelievable voice. But then again, some of the best piano players have really short fattish fingers, so I guess that looks can really be deceiving.

What else can I say? They’re plain stupid is all there is to say.
First they cancel Firefly then they do the same stupid thing to Wonderfalls. They just go around and cancel series whose only flaw may be that they’re too good.

If they weren’t showing all the other good shows, I would organize a big boycott against FOX. But since they at least were clever enough to renew Arrested Development I just can’t. I’m still not okay with the cancelling of Firefly, though. Ya hear me, FOX?!?

Now all my hugs and kisses go to UPN for giving Veronica Mars a second season. How scary is that?

2004 was a crap year. So we lived and we were okay and nothing really bad happened, but we had to put up with so much crap, I still can’t believe it.
We had ongoing unemployment, non-paying tenants, trouble with health insurance and worse things that deserve a story of their own.

Then as strangely as it came suddenly 2005 got better. Okay, so it started out with The Worst Tenant Ever, but since he signed the lease in 2004 I’m counting him as the last big bad thing of the crappy year 2004 who just managed to slip into 2005.

Now I found a job right after I finished my training, we finally got married, we have a tenant who pays and solved our health insurance problems. Even the big unemployment thing is starting to look better – in terms of: no longer unemployed. My husband now has a job as a teacher for office software, computer stuff, presentation skills and what else there is. The company he works for right now sucks, that’s right, but it’s something and it actually seems to get better. He had two job interviews for freelance teaching lately and more are yet to come.

Sometimes I wonder if 2004 was some kind of a weird test to see how much we could possibly take. And now that we proofed ourselves we get the reward.

Then again, 2004 made me a lot more sceptical. I’m not believing until I have something right in front of me. I still have faith and I think I’m just a very optimistic person in general, but I’m very careful when it comes to planning ahead. If there’s one thing I learned from 2004 it’s that you never know what will happen next.

Whoever said that the music they play in supermarkets (and I guess would qualify for the term elevator music) was bad was either a music idiot or never shopped at my favorite supermarkets. Because the music they play there is better than a lot of the stuff they play on the radio.

Alan Parson’s ‚Eye in the Sky‘? Yay!
Anything Gilbert O’Sullivan? YAY (at least if you’re me)!
Nelly Furtado? Yay as well.

I can’t remember everything I ever noticed there, but I do remember that every so often I find myself searching the nearest loadspeaker, so I continue my shopping around there while that really really great song is playing.

So yesterday we celebrated my grandfather’s 94th birthday, which means I had no time to do anything at all. It also means that naturally I couldn’t get up earlier than noon today which would have been okay if we didn’t already have a theater date in Cologne this evening.

So my weekend, which by the way I could have spent watching Firefly, flew by like it never ever happened.

The good side is that I got to see a lot of my relatives and I actually nourished my much neglected cultural appetite by seeing the most possibly shortest version of Hamlet. Honestly, it started at 7:30 and we were out of the theater by 9:10. Which, considering my state of very strained receptivity, wasn’t all to bad. Hamlet was also very young and very cute.

I would write more, but I can’t. The prospect of a full five days before the next weekend is just starting to scare and to bug me. I want my weekend back. One without plans if you please.

A DVD box „With A Fun, Furry Touch„?!?
Mine mine mine!

I wanted and still want to write down my thoughts on the recent season finales, but so far I haven’t found the right moment to sit down and put it all in eloquent and/or witty words.
Anyway, just let me say that apparently there has been some huge plot to kill me among the producers and writers of my favorite shows, because some of the season finales were blunt not-at-all subtle attempts to make my heart stop and kill me. They didn’t succeed, though. Ha! Take that!

Until I find the time to give you the long entry about all the things that make my wait for September longer than ever you can of course leave comments and tell me about your finale thoughts. But be careful, there are rules. Very simple, very few, VERY important.

Rule No. 1: Don’t say a word about Alias. I have just finished Season 2 and I can’t afford to be spoiled in the least. I love that show and I don’t want to know even the tiniest detail about what is going to happen in Season 3 and 4.

Rule No. 2: The same goes for 24. Not a word if it’s about Season 4. I have seen all first three Seasons though, so if you feel the urge to talk about those, just do.

Rule No. 3: I don’t know if there’s anything happening in later episodes of House, M.D. that is spoilworthy. Somehow I doubt it, because the eight episodes I have seen so far don’t indicate any such things, but… if there is? Shut. Up.

Rule No. 4: Stick to the rules. You spoil me, you’re dead. Well, not literally. Don’t do it anyway.

For someone as far from being used to coffee as me being on caffeine has a very similar effect than being drunk. I swear I had to pay attention not to walk into doors after my lunch break where I had a cup of latte machiatto, which we all know consists mostly of hot milk. I also spent more time than I should running aimlessly around the offices telling everybody that I was high on caffeine. Apparently caffeine makes me completely irresponsible for my actions.

I guess it was pure luck I didn’t fall of my bike on my way home. Yes, my bike. I rode to work on my bike today, which is something considering that it’s approximately 8 km from our apartment to my office building. One way. I don’t know what that is in miles, but it’s definitely enough for me. Still, lazy as I am I think this is the easiest way to get a little bit of workout every day and be home sooner. We’ll see how long my not-actually-existent enthusiasm lasts.

Here I am, in the middle of the night, surfing the web while listening to Estonian pop. There’s simply no way I’m not insane.

To celebrate the first anniversary of Womenfolk, Robbie has put together a complilation of the bestest of bestest free to download. You can even download beautiful artwork for your very special Womenfolk compilation CD.

Now, honestly, it doesn’t get much better than this. So, what are you still doing here?