Why is it that every time we are browsing all the nice things in one of the big media stores in Cologne I end up standing before the iPod display and little tears start slowly trickling down cheeks? Huh?
Oh, how I love the cute little white miracles of technology. And how I hate the price tags.

But I swear one of these days I’m gonna walk into one of these stores and spend my hard earned money on one of the guys. But not any time soon. I just spent 900 Euro on a new computer and I’m way over my bank account limit.

But the iPod, oh how I yearn for the iPod.

(Anybody got 400 Euro to spare? No-one? I thought so.)

So Blondelibrarian tagged me for this very special meme.
You have to choose 5 and then complete the sentence, then you get to tag 3 people. Duh! Turns out that I read the instruction for the meme after I nearly completed it. So I completed all the sentences and you will get all my answers. If I didn’t feel so stupid I’d be proud.

If I could be a scientist, I would spend my days in a laboratory dreaming wild dreams of saving the world while accidentally pushing over and breaking all the glass things around.

If I could be a farmer, I would rise at sunrise and spend all the time outdoors. I would have a dog watching over the farm and grow corn in the summer. I think I have no idea what a farmer’s life is like today.

If I could be a musician, I would… Oh, wait. I actually am a musician. Not as a profession, but I think knowing how to play four instruments qualifies as being a musician.

If I could be a doctor, I would earn a lot of money and complain to everybody tabout not being paid enough. Because that’s what my uncle did.

If I could be a painter, I would not only use brushes but my hands to paint colourful imaginative paintings. And be poor because I couldn’t part with a single one of them.

If I could be a gardener, I wouldn’t need my father to ask for advice anymore.

If I could be a missionary, I would tell people that they should believe in whatever they want and makes them happy and let everybody else believe in what they want. I would be a very good and a very bad missionary at the same time.

If I could be a chef, I would be really happy. I love to cook and wish I would be a little more perfect.

If I could be an architect, I would build houses in 1900 style, because that’s how I like them best. I also wouldn’t make any money, obviously.

If I could be a linguist, I would be in heaven. I would be able to make one of my passions my job and you can’t ask for more.

If I could be a psychologist, I would screw up other people’s minds.

If I could be a librarian, I would love to specialize in children’s books and look at picture books the whole day and be the first to read all the new books coming in.

If I could be an athlete, that’s way to hypothetically to even think of an answer.

If I could be a lawyer, I would probably lose all my cases, but I would have a hell of a lot of fun.

If I could be an inn-keeper, I would own a cozy little inn somewhere in New England. Because that’s where all the inns should be.

If I could be a professor, I would teach either English or Linguistics or French. See a pattern here?

If I could be a writer, I would live in a house in a country, sit on my porch with my laptop on my lap and enjoy a warm summer evening.

If I could be a llama-rider, I would probably need a llama.

If I could be a bonnie pirate, I would wear strange clothes and be seasick most of time.

If I could be an astronaut, I would be away from home too much and too long and too far. Now you know why I’m not.

If I could be a world famous blogger, I would be the same as now. Only famous.

If I could be a justice on any one court in the world, that particular court would be screwed. No, really. Me, judge over anything important? I don’t think so.

If I could be married to any current famous political figure, I would… I would… I think I… Naw, I’d rather not.

As for the people I am going to tag, here they are:
Caitlin, Willful Exposé and Spacecase. Because they are all both very imaginative and fun. (But remember, five sentences required, not friggin‘ all of them.) You may also add additional sentences if you like. Be creative!

1. Grandma – Got Run Over By A Reindeer (What? I just listened to that song.)
2. Pet – Cats and dogs.
3. Desolate – Desert.
4. Backspace – Or Delete, it’s your choice.
5. Common ground – Common sense. If that really does exist.
6. Storm – Rain.
7. Dark – Night.
8. Water bottle – Liquid, transparent.
9. Training – Buffy. (Did I mention that I watch too much TV?)
10. Dot coms – Gone.

Again, you can take part and have a lot of fun… just click here.

It’s raining cats and dogs, it’s really cold, the hot water’s not working, neither does the heating.
What a perfect day to go to Cologne and buy me a new computer.

So, I guess after we come back the world won’t see me for the next three days.

I didn’t shout, but I do have teary eyes still and am wishing it would be September already.

Honestly, I think Rob Thomas just attempted to kill me. Geez.

Now, when exactly can I buy the DVDs?

I made myself a gigantic sandwich. Now I’m going to pour a big glass of Orangina and then head to the couch and watch the season finale of Veronica Mars.

I guess that in about 45 minutes I will be shouting at my television with teary eyes and wishing it was September already. I’m torturing myself with TV shows. Another proof that something with me isn’t quite normal.

So, If you were wondering, I am indeed moving my blog.
I registered a new domain. The name will be secret until I have set up everything nicely .
Then I uploaded all the WordPress files and now I’m moving all my stuff over there.

Yeah.

It was supposed to be an easy routine, but somehow it didn’t really work and I couldn’t just transfer my entries from Blogger to WordPress. So now, I’m doing it all by myself. Entry by entry. Carefully paying attention to every damn unimportant detail (in other words: timestamps).

I’m also moving all my comments via copy and paste and I don’t even want to think about how insane that is.

But that’s how much I love you. You and your comments.

…and my blog.

1. Android – Robot
2. Revenge – Vengeance
3. Knight – in Shining Armor
4. Stranded – in a Limousine
5. Weakness – Don’t let them blind you
6. Greed – Seven
7. Walter – Where is Waldo? (Do you know the books? And aren’t they great?)
8. Dense – Thick
9. Sheep – Sleep (rhymes and makes sense!)
10. Propane – Yeah, whatever

Again, you can take part and have a lot of fun… just click here.

What made me order FIVE books today? Five! As in.. you know, FIVE!

On the other side I can only read so fast, so it just means that I might not need to order books any time soon (meaning: the next three or four weeks).

Just so you can share my anticipation of the next amazon packages to come, here’s what I ordered today (in one of the moments when I definitely wasn’t thinking clearly):

Father Frank by Paul Burke (because we saw it in a bookshop and the synapsis on the back sounded just great)
Circus of the Damned by Laurell K. Hamilton (because volume 11 of the series is on my reasing list and somehow I have to read all the other books before)
Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal by Christopher Moore
Saul and Patsy by Charles Baxter
Pompeii by Robert Harris
The last three are all on my reading list.

At the moment I’m still reading ‚Oryx and Crake‘ by Margaret Atwood. It’s very strange and somehow frightening. I can’t believe I haven’t read anything written by her before (anything mostly referring to ‚A Handmaid’s Tale‘). It’s never too late, though.

Today I’m strangely obsessed with my hair. I think it’s because it looked so perfect today that I just can’t get over it. I am one of those ‚I have no control over my hair‘ people which isn’t usually so bad because the worst that can happen is that my hair looks boring instead of great, but sometimes I wish I knew the trick some people seem to know and just be able to do something different with my hair every day.

And yes, I watch too much TV and somehow I still believe that those people in my TV did whatever they did by themselves and not had it done by some hair stylist each and every morning. So, why can’t I?

Maybe that was also the reason that today I stood marvelling at that specially for brunette shampoo which I absolutely need to own, but (what did I expect?) costs 8 Euro a bottle. Yeah, right. But the commercials are so great…

And yes, I firmly believe in commercials. I also believe that you should reward good commercials and punish bad ones. That’s why stopped buying that one yoghurt I really liked because I just couldn’t go on buying a product when they hired (meaning: paid) some celebrity I hated to appear in the commercials. I haven’t bought anything I knew I wouldn’t like just because the commercial was great yet, but I thought about it and I just might do it someday. I decided that if I can be manipulated by the media I’d just as well surrender voluntarily. My understanding of dignity in a really strange world.

Which reminds me of the vegetarian thing I was wondering about for some time. See, we were at this ‚Reformhaus‘ several times (sue me, but I don’t know the English word for that and I am too tired to look it up) and they had all this vegetarian food that was pretty much meat-substitude. The thing that bugs me is that it says so. The actual slogan on the box was ‚Just like meat‘.
Now, I have never been a vegetarian and I think I would make a really bad one, but what I don’t get about this is the following: If I decide to live without meat for reasons of health and/or respect for animals (I like the second reason a lot better and must honestly say that it is the only reason that makes sense to me, despite allergies)… so if I decide that I want to do without, why would I want to eat something that isn’t meat but tastes just like it. Isn’t that just a little but hypocritical?
Maybe I’m too cruel on vegetarians, but isn’t the idea (or at least part of it) the act of foregoing, and doesn’t eating some fake meat somehow contradict that idea?*

And now for something completely different, the fun fact of the day.
I noticed that I can wear pink. I look great in pink. Isn’t that just awesomely scary?
It’s also strange that it took me 24 years to discover that pink is one of the colors I look really good in, but then again I mixed red, pink and purple clothes when I was like five. In other words: I wasn’t (and am still not) exactly a fashion expert.
I wonder if it has something to do with the fact that I’m a halfway snowwhite type. Halfway, because my hair is not black, but brown and my skin is not white-palish but more rosy-palish (and sometimes you-look-sick-palish), but all in all I’m close. So I already know that I red and black looks good on me and now I notice pink is great as well.

Which basically means that I’ve been wearing all the wrong colors for the last 24 years and need to clean out my wardrobe and get new clothes.
Out goes the money. Well, it always does, so that’s not really news.

Now, that I’ve emptied my brain I’ll make it a clear cut and just go to bed.
Good night. Me, I’ll have one.

*Please notice that I am in awe of people that can truly live vegetarian, because I could never be so disciplined and I adore that. But as far as I know the vegetarians I know don’t buy fake meat products. Tofu, maybe, but no fake ‚tastes-just-like‘ meat.